Triss Tink

Name: Triss Tink

Race: Gnome

Gender: Female

Age: ??

Occupation:

Country of Origin:

Triss grew up happy. Sher family didn't have much, just a small stall in the market where her father would sell magical trinkets to the parents of children he could entice with his creations. Small whirling tops that never stopped spinning, tiny silent fireworks, almost lifelike dolls.

They would sleep in whatever inn would have them, her mother working tirelessly tending bar or sweeping floors to lower the fee.

Triss had never had a physical home, but she had never cared. Her parents were her home and as long as they were together, it never mattered where they slept.

She spend all of her time watching her father work. Stealing away his scraps and mimicking him. Learning how to breath magic into her creations the way he did. There was nothing she loved more than imagining wonderous things and figuring out how to build them. You could always find her under her fathers stall, sketching in her book. Skin and clothes filthy with oil and charcoal. a scrap of cloth pulled around her hair to keep it out of her eyes.

This was her life, and she thought herself lucky to have it.

And then the merge.

The first thing she rememberes is the screams. She could faintly hear her father calling for her but the dust in her eyes from the collapsing buildings and the impossibly loud screams made it impossible to find him.

Nobody knew what had happened, suddenly two worlds had crashed into each other. Towns on top of towns, buildings appearing on inside each other. People in pieces scattered accross the cobblestone.

And when the dust settled, the races noticed each other.

Humans, the stuff of bards tales.

The magical races found each other fast. Halflings taking in orphaned children, Gnomes trying to pull families together, the Elves trying to be diplomatic with the humans who at first were slow to trust and communicate.

Triss was never reunited with her parents. She holds on to the hope that they live, but has given up on the dream of them finding each other.

She was taken to live with the Halflings. Spending a year picking up scraps of material and making toys for the young ones.

Triss soon learned she needed to learn to fight. Instead of toys she began creating weapons. Turrets and crossbows infused with the weave in deadly and dangerous ways.

A year and a half into her stay at the orphanage, she decided to leave. She needed to make a life here instead of hiding away. Not only for her, but for the friends she had made here.

She left in the night after the little ones had gone to sleep. Leaving small toys at the end of each of their beds. She couldn't handle the goodbye for they would surely be sad to see her go.

She tells herself she will come back for them.

She tells herself she will find a home here for herself and for the other lost children of the merge.