NIGHTINGALE, trinity anne

[Trinity Anne Nightingale]

I go by (dark), and my time zone is (central). I found this site by (caution). You can contact me (PM).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Trinity Morris Trinity Anne Nightingale.

AGE:

Twenty-six.

GENDER:

Female.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Human. Were-tiger.

NATIONALITY:

American.

OCCUPATION:

private first class in the army.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Trinity's body type is slim yet muscular. She's been training for the military since she was 17, so she's kept her body in shape as best should could. Height wise she is a solid five feet five inches tall. Her weight varies, but normally remains around 128 pounds. Her skin tone is keep a tanned color thanks to a mixture of time in the sun and and good genes. Her hair is a dark brown color. If she leaves it to air dry, it gains waves. Normally, though, she hates to leave it down because her hair is so thick. So, it's special if you catch her trying to let her hair stay down. Does she ever straighten or curl her hair? Very, very rarely. And her eyes are a hazel color, which depending on the lighting can appear one of three colors. In direct sunlight, they appear a mixture of brown and green. Normal lighting, they appear green while in less light they appear brown. In total darkness, her eyes almost seem to glow yellow, but that's one she hasn't figured out yet.

Trinity usually wears whatever is available and clean. She isn't pick about what type or brand of clothing she wears. Though, she does prefer clothes that will cover her. Modesty is important to her to a point. She isn't a nun by any means, but as long as all her important parts are covered, she doesn't mind. Typically, her go to outfit is a simple pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Maybe a leather jacket if it's cool. She's just the kind of girl to prefer comfort and simplicity over extravagant and flashy. Now, if the occasion calls for it, then yeah, she'll dress up. Doll up her hair and face, put on a tasteful dress, and hell, maybe even some heels in the mix. The activities of the day have to call for it though. Jewelry and accessories aren't really her thing either. So, you aren't likely to catch her wearing bracelets or necklaces out and about. Though, her wedding band and engagement rings are always on her person. Recently returned to her, she's gotten into the habit of wearing them around her neck.

CELEB CLAIM:

Marie Avgeropoulos.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Trinity has always been the kind sort of girl. She's the type to send out kind words and chocolates to people during finals. The type of person who does good things for the sake of feeling good about doing good. She doesn't want to be thanked or noticed for her good deeds. She just wants to know that for just a moment, just a second, she's made your day a little bit better. That's all she hopes for. And that's the sort of person she is. Is she always this considerate person? No, she, just like everyone else, has her days where she'd rather just stay home than be out and about. Actually, she's prone to bouts of brooding where all she can do is be negative. They're usually just spells of sadness, but sometimes, her ptsd will rear it's ugly head and she'll be upset for days. Thankfully, when she's like this too terribly bad, she can hide it or can literally just stay home. While she isn't always happy, she is a good actress. As long as the pain or mood isn't bad, she can pretend that all is well. She doesn't want people to see that she's hurting. If it were up to her, she'd prefer almost no one ever saw her as anything except a happy lady going about her business. She's not the type to be vulnerable by choice, but at the same time there are people she will choose to be vulnerable with. Like her family.

LIKES:

cleaning a gun, doing her nails, brushing her hair, running, boxing, target practice, crying to relieve stress or anger, sleeping/dreaming, listening to music, taking pictures, cooking, being curled up in bed, falling dreams, reading, hearing Everette's voice, her children, hugs from her family, and editing pictures

DISLIKES:

complete darkness, the idea of what her 'death' did to Everette, the fear that Everette moved on, blood, losing her temper, her nightmares, peanut butter, strong smelling perfumes, loud sounds, being tired, her diagnosis, she almost died, and bursting into tears outside of her control

SECRETS:

what really killed the men holding her captive, for a great many days she wished she were dead, and she actually has a minor allergy to peanuts

FEARS:

that her husband moved on, that that woman will hunt her down, that her being mute will make it impossible for her to be a photographer, waking up to find escaping was a dream

DREAMS:

learn sign language, become a photographer, and stay with her family

STRENGTHS:

can communicate in five languages, is really good at math and sciences, loves learning how things work, great photographer, is good at taking things apart and figuring out how to put them back together, is quick on her feet, a fighter, a great shot, a good cook, and good at sleeping anywhere when she's tired and waking up at the drop of a hat

WEAKNESSES:

ptsd, is terrified of absolute darkness, acrophobic, can be clumsy when upset, is wary of strangers, can't physically produce sound with her vocal cords, has little control over falling asleep when she feels really tired (like a newborn kitten), not good at multitasking under pressure, and easily distracted

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Born from a young woman raped in the subway of New York City, this girl's start in life was anything but good. After weeks of thought and struggling with the idea, the young woman decided against aborting the child. Mary Tucker did not believe the child was to blame for what happened to her. At the age of 15, her parents were supportive in her venture to carry the child full-term and give him or her up for adoption. It was the best course of action for the young mother. They worried if their soft teen could go through with it, but in the end, she did. There weren't as many perspective parents looking for an open adoption, but after much hunting during her pregnancy, a couple was found. George and Tahlia Morris were their names. And the day of the child's birth, the five of them worked out a name for her. Trinity Anne Morris was her name, and she was beautiful. A tuft of dark brown hair and bright hazel eyes, she was a sight in her fluffy yellow blanket.

Just like that, the Morris family gained a member. A member neither in the couple thought would ever happen to them. It was a small price to pay to allow the birth mother to visit and keep in contact to have a child. Almost a welcomed price seeing as how the child seemed more a sibling to the baby than anything. It was almost as though the Morris couple gained two children instead of one. It conjoined the family in an odd and wonderful way. At the end of the day, however, Trinity was a Morris and Mary was a Tucker. Still, family vacations, birthday parties, and all the major holidays were spent together. It wasn't perfect, but it worked well for them.

Trinity was a happy child. She always knew that Mary was her belly-mom, but that Tahlia was her mommy. The difference was obscure, but the child trusted in the labels. Accepted that her family was special, bigger than most with her three sets of grandparents, but still just as good. Better even at times. Like for homework for example, her belly-mom was in college to become a teacher so she knew all the best ways to help her learn. Elementary school was good, easy, but middle school was another story entirely. By that point the other kids started figuring out that her family was weird. They didn't really understand, so started making fun of her. Maybe since her mommy couldn't have kids, her daddy made her belly-mom pregnant? Trinity didn't understand it either, but she felt like they were wrong.

While the three of them had tried to be as honest as possible about the whole situation, Mary hadn't felt right telling Trinity that her dad had been a bad guy. Though after a few times of her coming home crying from other kids picking on her, the three of them decided it was best she was told. So, as a family, they sat her down and explained. It could've gone better, but Trinity understood the gist of what happened. Did she appreciate her family telling her the truth? Yes, but she didn't appreciate being left in the dark for so long about it. She'd dreamt about her dad most of her life. What was he like? Why didn't he choose to stay with her birth-mom? Now she knew. It was because he was a bad man who raped her birth-mom. She was the daughter of a rapist.

That lone fact tormented her for months before her family realized what was going on. Not only had she become withdrawn, depressed, and short tempered, the teasing had gotten worse and the teachers were noticing. After some private talks with her teachers about the situation, it was decided that Trinity should be transferred to a different school district. It seemed the most helpful option given the situation, so at the end of the term, the family picked up and moved to a smaller town not far away. It was closer to her birth-mom's house, close to her new school, and it had a therapist office which Trinity would begin sessions with. It was a lot of changes, but in time, Trinity started to improve. She was the daughter of a rapist, but that didn't mean anything for her. Trinity was her own person and no one could tell her what to be.

Were those conclusions reached right away? Oh no, they were reached after weeks of sessions and a very emotional visit with her father in prison. He'd been put away for murder and multiple rape charges. It was hard, but she saw it through and felt stronger for it. By her senior year in high school she had an idea of what she wanted to do and had a plan for how to get. All she had to do was work herself hard to become strong, strong enough to serve her country. The government was willing to pay her tuition if she were willing to serve for her country. A simple exchange, Trinity thought.

After basic training, she was given leave to persue her dreams. She'd always loved taking pictures, preserving moments in time forever. It felt like she was leaving her mark somehow, and she'd always loved graphic design. The two majors seemed to go well together. Though first year was devoted purely to her core classes. The unusually dreary classes were made better thanks to her meeting a special person. His name was Everett, and he was amazing. He knew exactly what to say to make her laugh, seemed so genuine, and best of all, he didn't judge her odd family dynamic. It was as though she were an average, acceptable woman in his eyes. That made him all the better in her eyes.

It really didn't take her long to figure out that she was in love. Somehow it just fit together, like just instinctively knowing the answer. It was wonderfully frightening. All of it was, especially month seven of them dating and finding out that she was pregnant. Terrified that she'd screwed everything up and wanting a child more than she could comprehend, she laid it all out before him. He seemed happy, stressed, scared, sure, but still, he was happy. It was a good thing to him. Sure, money and things would be tight, but they were still good.

To save on money and all that, the two moved in together. It made a lot of things easier. Did her parents really like the idea of her moving in with him before they were married? No, but they weren't thrilled that she'd gotten pregnant out of wedlock either. Nothing could be done now, short of a shotgun wedding. That wasn't something that Trinity would ever want. It just made her feel too much like an obligation. So, she didn't even hint at a desire for it because she didn't want him to feel like he had to marry her. He didn't.

Pushing herself near beyond the breaking point, Trinity barely scrapped by passing her classes enough to graduate. And before the baby was born to boot. Well, it wasn't months in advance, more like a few weeks before. Still, she did her best. Too bad the military got wind of her graduation and saw it a perfect opportunity to call her in. A few short weeks after the twins were born, she was gone. She'd had no time to love on her babies, but she had to go.

The tour itself wasn’t hard. It was just simple procedure stuff, patrols and supply pick-ups. She had no idea why they needed her specifically, but she didn’t complain. No, she buttoned her lip and was happy to have time to skype Everett. The hardest part of the whole thing was having to hang up from talking to her family or waiting for a letter. It was hardest simply being away from them. Especially so soon after her little ones were born. At times she feared that her babies wouldn't even know who she was. Thoughts of being that absent parent tormented her endlessly. Thankfully, the ten months were the end of it for a while. So, when her ten months were up and she had a few months of leave to go home and see her family. Trinity practically ran to the airport to go home.

Home at last, Trinity used as much of her time with her family as she physically could. She took a million pictures of her family. Slipping a few away to take with her for her next tour, whenever that happened. She hoped never, but in reality she knew that couldn't be true. She'd recieve word when her next tour would begin, with or without her consent. So, she chose to enjoy her time at home. The spilled drink, giggles of joy, singing them to sleep, and snuggling with Everett. Every single moment was enjoyed, good or bad.

Life was made all the better when Everet proposed to her. It wasn't all that the romance novels said it would be, but it was her's. And she loved it. In a whirlwind of planning and love, the families threw together a wedding and the two were made man and wife. It was fast, but with them, what wasn't? It just seemed to fit them. Both their families just seemed happy that they were happy. Well, there was a bit of being happy that they were husband and wife because of the kids, but that didn't overshadow how good it felt to be Mrs. Nightingale. The name, Trinity Nightingale, just made her feel giddy.

All too soon, however, the happy couple was once again split up. Trinity was shipped off again. It was a sad farwell, almost worse than when her babies were born. Though, when she arrived she understood why there was a need for more people. There were large amounts of reports of suicide bombings, American soldiers being taken, and just death. So much death that it was mind blowing. It was almost hard to envision the numbers as being actual people. Like her husband getting shot down in the plaza? Or trying to help a civilian? It was just...so hard. It was made all the harder when she found out she wouldn't be able to skype her family. Too dangerous, they said. She could understand, but that didn't make weeks without being able to contact anyone any easier. Especially not her little munchkins and husband.

Everything took a turn for the worse when Trinity's patrol through the plaza was hit. It was a simple walk through town, but with how things were, everything was dangerous. Even buying an apple could turn deadly. This, however, was much worse than a quick death. A few of her people were shot down around her, but before she could really see the perps, she was knocked out. And that was all she knew for some amount of time. When she came to, she was in a dark, dank room with only a flirker of light from some bars above her head. It was a cell of some sort? She screamed, hoping that someone would hear her to help. This only got a laugh from her guard. Save that for the boss, he said. The boss? Trinity grew quiet, unsure what was going on.

Some hours later, an opening was ripped open as if from the wall itself, hidden unless open. Two burly men came in and dragged her, tied up as she was. She still hadn't a clue what this was about, but was somewhat happy to be alive. Terrified, but hopeful to someday return home to her family. Once to the new location, she was haphazardly thrown into a seat. Securely seated, a thin man walked forward and demanded she tell him the truth. She said nothing, unsure what exactly she could know that he'd want. He demanded to know the logistics of their base, how many weapons they had, sorts of things that she knew. Things that she knew could mean the death of a lot of good men and woman. She refused to tell him. He barked something in another language and a man in only slacks came forward. All he did was look up at her, mutter something under his breath, and Trinity was screaming in agony. First it was her fingers breaking in and out of place. When she still refused to tell them, bigger bones started breaking. Still, she held her ground and would not tell.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, she would always pass out from the pain. Time would pass, she'd wake up, maybe eat, and it would begin again. After a few weeks straight of this, something changed. The boss seemed to have found someone else to torture perhaps? Trinity didn't know for sure. She did know that that day, the two goons who were always so cruel to her, seemed to feel bad for her. They even sit her gently in the chair that time. She knew what was different when there was a new person in a chair nearby. The boss man spoke, he told this new person that if they didn't talk, bad things would happen. The pain started again, but this time all her bones at once. It was...like nothing she'd ever experienced. Her vision spotted, she was sure was going to die, but then she was forcibly jerked back to reality. Her bones slowly cracked back into place.

The other soldier was refusing, just as she'd done, but was trying to get her out of here at the same time. Perhaps if they could work out a way to get her set free, she could help others find their way back there. Save this person? Trinity didn't know, but something must've shown on her face to tell the boss what she was thinking. Whatever it was, he barked orders to the man who gave pain. The man turned to level his eyes on Trinity, but this time pain didn't overwhelm her. It felt odd, and his muttering went on for a bit longer. Then the man sighed and turned to leave. The boss frowned a bit, but laughed at Trinity's confusion. Where was the pain? The boss explained that he didn't need her anymore and no one would ever hear from her again. Opening her mouth to demand what happened, to scream at them to let this other soldier go, all of it. Nothing came out. At first, she thought all her screaming had made it harder to hear. Louder she tried to yell, but still nothing.

The boss laughed loudly before whistling for the goons to return. Trinity didn't stop trying to scream for a long while. It was even worse than the pain in some ways. Eventually though, she gave up. The boss had been right, no one would ever hear from her again. Not without her voice box anyway. Resigned to her fate in the darkness. She ate when given scraps, but otherwise, she just existed. Time seemed to run together, so much so that she didn't know how long she was in there. Days? Weeks? Months? There was no way to tell time. There was only the light above her grate.

Some time in the future, there was a commotion through the door where the goons gave her food. Fighting, from what she could tell. Banging on the door, she tried to get someone's attention. Maybe the army finally came? One of the goons unlocked the door, appearing to be running from something. Too bad the something chasing him got to him. A woman? She had blood dripping from her lips, but it was her eyes that really seemed odd. They were slitted, almost like a cat's eyes. One moment the woman was ripping the man's throat out, the next she'd sank her teeth into Trinity. Flailing away, Trinity screamed silently in pain. The feline woman stared a moment and then took off. Trinity stayed there a short while, unsure if others would come.

When the military didn't burst through the doors to save her, she slowly, timidly made her way through the area. Rooms foreign to her, splattered with blood, was all she found. One of them was the bodies of many American soldiers. It was horrible. Gagging, Trinity continued on. Finally, she found an exit, but was far from anywhere. The closest thing she saw was a speck of civilization in the distance. Looking back, she was half tempted to see if she could find a gun or water. Shaking her head, she didn't want to risk getting mauled to death by that cat woman thing. So, just like that, in rags for clothes, Trinity started to march towards whatever town was nearby.

It took a few hours, but when she finally did arrive, she had no idea how to ask for help. How was she supposed to tell them she was American? After a bit of water from a confused, but kind man outside of a religious house. Trinity walked aimlessly, trying to find someone to help her. It took her a few days, but eventually she did find a patrol car. It came into town for supplies, she thought. Coming towards them, she was checked for weapons, and prodded with questions. When they realized she couldn't speak, they gave her paper in the hopes that she'd know English. Good for them that that was her best subject. Writing out that she was an American soldier, private first class Nightingale, and she needed help, the soldiers seemed confused. Getting on their radio, the men called their superiors about her and were ordered to bring her in. Either she was one lucky b**ch or she was stupid for pretending to be a dead soldier.

At first, Trinity was happy to be on her way back to some form of camp, but then the information she'd gathered registered. They thought she was dead? The military thought she was dead, so did that mean so did her family? One soldier drove, while the other stiffly watched her cry. She didn't make much sound, she couldn't, but then that probably disturbed the man more. Once at the base, there was a lot of questions, paperwork, lab work, and all sorts of things to do. She had to prove she was who she said she was, and explain what happened to the best of her knowledge. To keep from sounding crazy, she said a group of masked men broke in and killed everyone. They didn't notice her much since she was tied up and now mute.

All of it took way too long if she was honest, but within a few days of tests and paperwork, she was told the military would send word. Her family would be notified. She'd been declared MIA, presumed dead like others before her. Trinity didn't care about any of the logistics, fancy words, or any of that, she just wanted her family to know she was okay. Her major swore that word to her family would arrive home before she did. Did that mean she was going home? Her major thanked her for her service, for not giving the base up to those men. So, just like that, Trinity was shipped towards home with the word of her major that her family would be notified that she was alive and coming home.

FAMILY LIFE:

George Morris (adoptive father, human, alive)
Mary Tucker (birth-mom, human, alive)
Tahlia Morris (adoptive-mother, human, alive)
Charles Brown (birth-father, human, alive)
Everette Nightingale (husband, gifted, alive)
Yvonne Nightingale (mother-in-law, gifted, alive)
Desmond Nightingale (father-in-law, gifted, alive)
Riley Nightingale (brother-in-law, gifted, alive)
Grace Black (niece, hybrid?, alive)
Roman Nightingale (son, hybrid, alive)
Alexis Nightingale (daughter, hybrid, alive)
Yin (cat, himalayan, alive)
Yang (dog, golden retriever, alive)

OTHER:

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