Trina Aliosh is a Tiefling Warlock from Breme.
About
Trina is 25 years old, about 1.70 meters tall, with a slim built. She is dressed in rich gowns; rings adorn her red fingers and horns. Her long black hair is tied in a tight ponytail. The most distinguishing part of her appearance is a diamond necklace. Trina never shies away from a drink or scaring anyone she can to death.
Her favorite attack is her dark blasts, close second her witch's black lightening.
Trina tolerates being around God believers, such as her travelling companion Arlin. They feel familiar... until they start preaching about Gods and duty towards them, in which case she just gets into a fight with them.
And a warning, if anyone tries to touch her, or restrain her or do anything to her without her explicit permission, she can and will unleash her full power on them. No one is handling her like that again.
History
Trina was part of the Aliosh family. Unlike the other branch of her family, her great grandparents, grandparents, and parents took pride into having found God and being devout Paladins and Clerics in service of their God.
However, she, the youngest child of four, was a disappointment. She was neither physically strong enough, nor devout enough to keep up with the tradition of serving the Gods. According to her mother, the only logical step for her was to keep praying for guidance inside a monastery until she was of age to be married to a loyal knight. After all, she could still produce the next generation of good and holy warriors. With that in mind, her parents spend a lot of money to her education. She was taught to read, do basic calculus, embroider, stitch, draw, cook and dress herself up. The skill though that she excelled into was playing the lute. Trina would often play the lute for her family and their guests. People would travel to listen to her perform. She would lie if she ever claimed to not enjoy that attention, the stranger's praise and applause was never enough to cover for the lack of her family's affection.
Trina disliked her family. Growing up she only wished to have pretty dresses and expensive jewelry and most importantly, a say in how she lived her life. Besides, who cared about what the Gods wanted? Instead of listening to the morning prayers, she would draw moustaches on the statues of the Gods, earning her a thrashing. Instead of going to her classes, she would ski on the deep snow, earning her a pinch behind her ears. Instead of hiding her father's words, she would softly daydream of a powerful Tiefling sorcerer claiming her as his child, earning her a night without dinner.
She often got into fights with her mother. She rarely was in place to win those fights. Her mother had all the power of a full fledge matriarch, the blinding conviction of a devout paladin and the wrath of a Tiefling bloodline. Her mother had enough of her daughter's attitude and took a drastic decision. When she was about to be shipped off to a monastery as her lack of obedience and devotion caused a dent to the family's image, a deity did answer Trina's prayers for power. Trina has no clue why the Great Old One got an interest in her, but she didn’t pass on the offer. After one typical long fight with her mother, she gave in and let Him guide her. The first time she used her necrotic touch on her dear mother, she knew she was not going to stay around her and her painful disciplinary methods. She would never have to perform for those people again.
At age 15, Trina hit the road to look for her distant cousins. After a year of searching, she encountered her uncle. Elias was a rich sorcerer in the service of various noble people. He was willing to help out his niece. He gave her a lot of care, clothes and jewelry, but he was unwilling to introduce her to the rest of the family or more importantly, his craft. Another year passed till Trina figured out that Elias wanted to marry her off in order to gain a political alliance. Fed up with being seen as a breeding mare, she run away.
Now, she was hell bend to prove to all of them that she could be the master of her own fate and do as she pleased. While staying with Elias, Trina had figured out that a few generations back, a member of her family had created a strong artifact, destroyed by her great grand parents when they decided to be holy warriors. Trina started traveling the world in hopes of finding the means of creating an even more powerful artifact. Surprisingly, it was in her hometown where she met a young wizard. The wizard was visiting Bremen in hopes of encountering rare magical components. After a few drinks and a few intimidating stares, he said that he could help her in her quest to create what she had in her mind. however, he needed her to collect various magical extracts from powerful creatures...
Trina was in search of the the artifacts for two years. Luckily for her, dragons are back!
Trina into the Greedy Green
It was two years before she heard of the dragons, though. She traveling with Arlin, the Firbold cleric. The two of them met a few months ago during one of her few visits to her home. Trina's mother had died and even though she still hated that woman, there a small part of her that needed to go home and mourn a lost childhood. During her way South, she found herself in a quest for saving Atnas, alongside a few other travelers. A few brushes with Krampus, a weird snowman and a very malicious child led to her gaining a very expensive diamond necklace and a traveling companion.
Arlin and she arrived to Synara, just in time for the great festival of Asar Ogalas. The festival was as boring and predictable as any elven festival ever was. Not enough drinking or dancing and neither any good trinkets for sale. The festival though took a dark turn, when the siren blew; dragons arrived in town! They were four and all looked terrible; she felt scared, awed, but also a bit... greedy. What could she gain out of killing one? Trina joined the other warriors in their efforts to save the civilians from the wrath of the great black dragon, Velathidros. She was not sure why she did that, perhaps being around a war cleric of Bahamut or just her upbringing had left a mark for heroics. The young tiefling woman was not sure if the glee by landing the final blow was due to that, or the greed for gold and fame.
Being a dragon killer brought forth more opportunities to encounter more of them. Arlin and she answered the call of the Church of Inovation in Deeplake city. They wanted them to acquire Caeruleam, even if this meant that they had to kill Blue Dragon babies. The Church leader was a bit weird, but this opportunity to get a bit of the substance for herself was too good to pass. She was very happy to join that group of adventurers, especially since she met again another of her Atnas' saving team warriors; Buho. Searching for caeruleam led to more trouble than she cared to admit; she was not always as effective as she would like to be against the Behir monster. On their way back, she was still too frustrated to plan well on how to acquire that substance for her. That led to her sneaking in a closed off part of the Church (thanks to Violet's help, an exceptional Tiefling). There she uncovered too many dead blue dragons... and more caeruleam. Her attempt to get was not very successful; but this sneaking around did help to figure out the involvement a weird Green Stag. Trina was not clear what was all of this about; but she cared not. Her wizard friend would be happy with what she acquired.
The caeruleam, Violet, Arlin and Trina sought out information about a golden egg... that apparently a child had stolen it? Well, she couldn't really blame the child who did that, those parents were insufferable. One of them was so controlling that they had even locked the kid's window! Tarian was dreaming of the forest through a bolted window... how could she not remember all those time she was locked into a chapel expected to just pray? Violet did not recquire much persuasion in helping her freeing him from his own house. That choice ended up being... bad. Tarian did have the golden egg and now they had to track him into the forest. Fighting for the egg, turned into fighting for their lives. All six of them realised that Bleucorundum, the Sapphire Dragon, was best to be left alone with the egg. They could lie to the town, keep the egg safe and get the gold! But she did get another blessing with this deal...
Gammelgrad was a strange town to be in, the man who paid for all their drinks and food even more so. Farlgrim (possibly?) claimed to be a dwarven alchemist, interested in discovering if the entrance to some ruins was where he thought it was. She was surprised to find such a basic task laid ahead of them; they had to face dragons in their previous trips. She did not care much though; he promised a hefty price for their discoveries, which included a… goblin head. What was the deal with everyone wanting a piece of monsters? I mean, she had her reasons, but why is it such a popular sport lately? Trina was a bit disappointed when Arlin put an end on Violet and her plan to steal a cart. She was not fond of walking, and she had to suffer through a lot of it lately. The travel was as boring as expected; for once they might earn some coin the easy way. Only those orcs that they encountered ended up worrying her; they talked of a Green Dragon nearby… perhaps he was the Green Stag. Or perhaps they made stuff up; she had been too intimidating towards them, so of course they might think that everything was way scarier than it actually was. Or maybe not (she had to sleep on it for a bit longer). The rest of the trip was a bit more fun, but also dangerous. The goblins in this area had sparkling red eyes and they could hit hard. That explained why the dwarf wanted a sample from them. She would have been more interested in the goblins if not Dad Bot challenging her ability to murder them. That insolent pet. Perhaps if she had not been so offended by him, she would have paid more attention to the big statue or to Farlgrim when he received their report.
