Name: Tristesse Desdemona
Height: 5'8
DOB: Eleventh of Nov, 1993
Place of Birth: Valencia, Spain
Nationality: Egyptian
Skin type: Dark tan
Eye color: Light blue
Hair color: Cocoa Brown/ Burnette
Build: Very slender/underweight
EARLY YEARS [Age 1-15]
Desdemona's first moments of life were spent in Valencia, Spain. Her mother and father, both pure natives of Egypt moved to Spain a year before she was born in order for her father, "Desmond" to start his vineyard business. Her family had always been of decent middle class standing, and for the first few years of her life, she lived comfortably under the roof of her parents vineyard hill home. With it's classic European build, and views of pure gold. She spent most of her younger years out riding the vineyards on one of her ponies. One in particular "Lil' trek" she would ride anywhere and everywhere, often trampling through the grapes and filling her mouth with the luscious fruits till her lips were stained a bluish/purple.
Her childhood was, for the most part, happy and filled with long summer days with friends. She was an naturally well-behaved child, and always obeyed her parents wishes to the best of her ability. Though, she always tended to be a bit shy/withdrawn from either of them. As she aged into an older child, she started to be come more and more withdrawn from her peers and friends. Her parents didn't think much of it at the time, and labeled it down to "the running around early teenage years". But as Desdemona started to be seen less and less around the house, concern for her well being began to become and issue for her loving parents. They'd later become permanentely separated, never to see, or hear from their daughter again.
Older Teen-Young Adult Years[16+]
At the age of 17, Desdemona had finished her home-school studies. Her father had intentions that she would attend a higher education/college internship. The family had come from a long line of sucessful business owners/careers, and he expected no less of his only daughter and child. One day after coming home from a long ride on one of her horses, she met her father who had just came in from work. He sat down and had a long discussion with her about her future career, and his hopes for her as a member of the Desdemona household. For once in her life, Tristesse felt a stubborn and bitter obstinace she had never since felt before. With an orneryness far surpassing what was ever considered acceptable behavior, she rose right back up, stomped out of the house, slammed the door, and ran through the vineyard, letting her feet swiftly carry her over several acres of her familys 450 acre plot.
It wasn't so much that she had been spoilt as a child, rather than she felt an uncontrollable desire to see the world, to find herself for who she truly was. She had no desire to settle down into a job, with a husband and kids following soon after. But then, she always had a more wild and untamed soul than most. She would remain another two years at her fathers house, before making one of the most reckless and daring moves of her entire life...
AGE 19+[A new chapter begins]
Following the winter of 2012, Tristesse packed some bags on an impulse, leaving a note addressed to her mother and father, and saddling up one of the families horses. She'd spent her whole life on the back of a horse and had always despised the feeling of being in a car, saying "I never feel more alive than at a full gallop, with the wind hitting my long hair". She rode for about fifteen miles around the city, taking all the back roads she knew by heart. She had previously scheduled to meet one of her childhood friends, who was to lead her to a small cottage dwelling out of town about two days trip by horseback. Upon reaching him, they began the long journey, stopping at a few corner stores for refreshments and sleep along the way. By the time they reached the location, it was December 18th, the day her life was forever changed. A sinking feeling enveloped her heart as she was ripped off her horse, gagged, and blindfolded. What followed was the devastating realization, that she was now a victim of human trafficking.
Six years...her life was taken hostage. Her free soul seized from her, her youth... vanished like the fog that used to set over the place she once called home. She could have had it all, but for one mistake.
Nearing the sixth year of captivity, and having already been mentally broken down by the years of work and abuse, she was transported to the city of Los Santos, where, during a confusion in shipment, she was sent on a bus headed to Paleto Bay, where she was never picked up. Stranded in a city thousands of miles away from her homeland, a tarnished mental state, and nowhere to turn. This is where it all began~
