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Name: Trist Malis Bain

Species: Ghost

Gender: Male

Age: 200 (looks 18)

Occupation: Arsonist, Bookworm, exorcist (ironically), gambler, haunter-of-things, spy

Personality: Trist is a brooder, a thinker, a listener, and an otherwise observant fellow. His ego does not compel him to be the life of a party or to confront the rather attractive vampire or she-witch across the way. His humility does not make him a introvert though, as he is very inquisitive. His curiosity can sometimes leave his manners behind. At his best, he is a benevolent and brave partner in creating an amazing underworld. At his worst, he is a conniving and passive sociopath with no sympathy or remorse.

Bio: In life, Trist lived a commoner's life in the rustic south of France. When war enveloped Europe, He participated in a quickly smothered rebellion that saw no bright future. He died without ever being laid to rest, respectfully, in the heavy fires of man's rage. Though he died nameless, he set fire to everything in his wake after finding his comrades dead before him, and likes to think he did -at least- something in his short life. When he went from wandering a wasteland of a home to falling the great distance into the necropolis below, He set out to embrace his existence again. 

Trist essentially needs nothing to survive anymore, and finds himself feeling a little more whole when he can feel the weight of presence in the physical plane. He inhabits an inconspicuous and small manor at the very edge of Vania. He finds the more well off are often in need of his services and more welcome to reimbursing him in the strangely necessary ways. 

Stuff you often carry: To his dismay, Trist has no ability to remain in or possess anything with a tangible form. His ethereal appearance, in full, is of a man in only ragged cloth trousers that fray just below the knees. Instead, he takes to inanimate objects that are often humanoid for the comfort of belonging. One true-to-the-myth habit of his is to pick up knick-knacks along the way out of embrace of the physical realm and leaving them randomly displaced wherever and whenever he is no longer a part of it.

Type of magic, if any: As well as in the habit of ghostly possession and poltergeist-like telekinesis, Trist has adopted an affinity for fire. His pyromancy is not very powerful and generally only used to burn up any hollow body/object he wishes to discard.

Anything else? The smell of sulfur, smoke, or burning-or-burnt wood brings a smile to Trist's face without fail.