Trisha Pendlethorpe

Trisha Pendlethorpe is a 27 year old homeless woman.

Drab would be the best word to describe her. She 5 foot 6 inches tall with a thin malnourished frame, her ribs are prominent and her chest flat. He skin is pale, almost grey giving her a ghoulish aura. Her hair is black and kept in a simple low ponytail, her fringe inexperty cut. Her steel grey eyes are permanently underlayed by dark circles. Her armpits are usually shaven but her crotch is the opposite. A thick bush of black hair covers her groin like an untended garden.

Trisha's personality is that of a drained, depressed shadow. Her father died when she was 15 after which her deadbeat gold digger mother tossed her out without a care in the world. With no safety net and inept social services unable to even provide temporary housing she became homeless. With no money she was forced to drop out of school and work to feed herself. After weeks of sleeping in alleyways, doorway and underpasses she found a small cave on the edge of town. Under the hanging vines trialing off the overhanging cliff it is basically impossible to see unless you are right in front of it. Situated just 5 minutes walk from a 24 hour gym it was the perfect spot. Her squatting nearly impossible to discover and with a cheap gym membership she had access to toilet, washing facilities and clean water. This was supposed to be a temporary measure while she got back on her feet, yet 12 years later she is still in the cave. As an unskilled labourer she was forced to flit between jobs as companies grew and shrank with the economy. Now however she has managed to land something stable and secure. She is a bin woman for the local council. The pay is naturally poor and the job not particularly pleasant but she is finally managing to save small amounts of money beyond the expenses or just existing. Blunt and world weary Trisha isn't much for conversation, she doesn't have any friends due to her circumstances and while cordial with her co-workers never joins them for drinks. Alcohol and cigarettes are money sponges she avoids like the plague. She had a smartphone she charges in the office when she is at work and all her mail goes to a P. O. Box.

Trisha has zero relationship experience. With her youth cut short she never experienced teenage love. During her early days on the street men offered her money or shelter in exchange for sexual acts, during tough times she has performed sexual favours for money. Better to be defiled than dead. This has made her very sceptical and wary of men. As the years wore on men generally lost interest in her. Now as a 27 year old woman that looks like a corpse warmed up the only look she gets is wary glances from parents and the disdain of the more well off.

Trisha's life goal is simple, to live in a proper house and have a pet cat. While incredibly basic for most it's the reclaiming of a life stolen from her so means a lot to her.