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[Tristan Wooddell]

NAME: Tristan Adrian Wooddell
ALIAS: Tristan
D.O.B.: October 13th, 1987
SEX: XX / BLOODTYPE: O+
HT: 5’ 9” / WT: 136 lb.
HAIR: Black / EYE: Brown

Photo ID: Missy Higgins




FAMILY INFO:

Father – Isaac Joseph Wooddell (45)
Works at the Rose Cottage as the Head Mortician, and typically handles the bodies.
He stands at an imposing six foot four, and uses every inch of it to intimidate.

Mother - Bridget Adrianna Wooddell (42)
She works at the Rose Cottage as a mortician, as a greeter and schedule consult.
She keeps the world running on a schedule, and expects efficient and timely children.

Sister - Jessica M. Thompson-Wooddell (27)
She works at the Publishing Agency as a famous publisher.
She is simulateously warm-hearted and defiant, so full of life she escaped the family business of death.

Sister - Fiona Elizabeth Wooddell (15)
She attends Southview High School as a sophomore.
She is comfortable with death, but not comfortable with how it makes her seem weird to her peers. She admires her older sister Tristan but doesn't show it.

Brother - Evan Cameron Wooddell (14)
He just started highschool, a freshman at Southview.
He sees his older sister Jessica and her escape as a ray of hope; tired of living in the shadow of his father and his expectations for him, as the only son.




FAMILY HISTORY:
Tristan was born in Owlsberg, not more than 23 miles from Blue Valley. The Wooddell Family moved to Blue Valley when she was only three (took over the family business from a dearly departed grandfather), so it's the only home she's ever known.


Tristan is a very easy-going and laid-back girl, at least in outward appearance. She has accepted her place in her family as a 'grim reaper' of sorts, and while she rebelled against it slightly in the beginning of high school, she grew to like her job and accept it.

She sees her self as in the world, but not of it; her job makes her a vulture in the eyes of the living, circling their lives and eyeing their fresh bodies, waiting patiently for them to fall. But she prefers to think of herself as a steward to the living, not a reaper of the dead. She tends to the final will of others; she stands at the edge of death and promises to help them and their families make it through.

When she first started, she got way too involved in the lives of her clients; it made each death personal, each loss a burden piled one after another inside her heart. But as much as it pained her, she kind of enjoyed it; she saw her father, a warm and caring man when it came to his family, but so completely cold and detached from the lives of others that it scared her. She didn't want to be that. So she worked at it,



MEDICAL HISTORY:
Tristan has a clean bill of health, though there is a history of heart disease in her mother's family. She has only had one broken bone in her life, a compound fracture in her left tibia that was fairly extensive. She still has a scar on the arm, about two inches under her elbow.

Sometimes she complains of migraines, but they are brief and irregular.


EMPLOYER HISTORY:
Current Occupation: The Wooddell Rose Cottage


CRIMINAL HISTORY:
-DUI once when she was 19. While driving a hearse.
-a few unpaid parking tickets.

Current Residence:
The Apartments, the Suburbs, the College Dorms... make up an address if you like.





Dreams:
The strangest thing, Tristan has found concerning her dreams, is that her dream characters bear the faces of the dead; the men and women she sends to the womb of the earth return at night to not haunt, per se, but to populate her dreams.

A common setting of her dreams has been A large Ocean Cruise Liner. The boat is huge, so vast that she's yet to explore every room of it. The water sparkles unnaturally azure blue, and though the ship is always moving at a decent speed across the water, there is never any land to be seen.

[Tristan Wooddell]

Address Book:


Isaac Wooddell - My Father, a cold and unforgiving man who expects too much of his children sometimes. Likes Silence and Pancakes. Dislikes untimeliness and making a fuss.

Bridget Wooddell - Mom, a pale and perky wallflower who doesn't know how to speak for herself. Likes Flower arrangements and Putting folks at ease. Dislikes long, drawn out deaths and Aphids.

Jessica (Thompson)Wooddell - My Big Sis, a woman too full of life for her own good sometimes. Likes People and Fresh Printed Papers; Dislikes Cadavers and small, enclosed places.


Prof. Roderick North - My old college professor from Harlowe College. He had Jessica in his class and adored her. He found me distracted and disappointing. A nice enough guy, if a bit sensative and mopey.

[Tristan Wooddell]

Inventory:

Keys:
-to her home, an apartment about a block away from St. Anne's.
-to Jessica's home, a cute little house in the suburbs.
-to Wooddell Rose Cottage, the family owned funeral home.
-to "Lucy", one of the several family-owned Hearses

--Tristan occasionally wears a second set of keys on a chain as a necklace; they are old skeleton keys given to her from a friend.

Wallet:
- Drivers License (listed as an organ donor, and strangely enough, qualified to operate buses as well as standard vehicles)
- Health Insurance card
- Debit card (worth about $6,300.00, the majority of her bank account.)
- Library card
- S-Mart Value Card
- Sister's "One Free Hug!:)" Coupon.
- Photos: one of Jessica, one of her family (on halloweeen, of all days), one of her now-deceased grandfather, one of her now-deceased Black Lab.
- loose change

Jacket

[Tristan Wooddell]

Storyline:


Dust to Dust - Working the Feynman funeral, happen across my old English Professor, Rory North.