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Created on 2008-02-01 17:33:31 (#14850993), last updated 2008-04-28

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Name:	Tristan Diane Anderson

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Name: Tristan Diane Anderson
Nicknames: Tris, Trissy, Little T, and Trissy Butt
Birthdate: November 6th
Place Of Residence: New York City, New York
Astrological Sign: Scorpio (explains a lot)
Parents: Liam Alexander Anderson and Corrine Anderson (nee Wallace)
Siblings: Braeden Christopher Anderson and Alexander Carson Anderson
Children: A three year old daughter named Kaylee with Blaine Whitfield (unless your name is Tobias Lancaster? This is mun knowledge only. Tris has told everyone in her family aside from Toby that she doesn’t know who the father is. K?THX!)
Backstory: Tristan Anderson is the youngest bundle of joy in the second generation of the Anderson family. Liam and Cori had her a lot later in life, she most definitely wasn’t planned because who PLANS on having another child when your eldest is fourteen? Trissy might not have been planned on but she certainly wasn’t regretted. She was daddy’s little girl from day one and you bet your sweet ass she had him so wrapped around her tiny finger. Saying she was spoiled is putting it very lightly.

She had a relatively normal childhood (as normal as any rocker’s child might have), but from the time she turned twelve things started changing dramatically in Tristan. No one really knows what went wrong, even her therapist can’t dig deep enough to get her to talk about it, but she obviously went through something that would cause such a transformation. She began to lash out at her family, blaming them entirely when in all honesty they had done nothing wrong. It was all parties, alcohol, weed, and boys by the time she was thirteen. Those things served as her outlet for the raging anger she had inside.

One night at a party, she met a boy. He was several years older than her young age of fourteen but that’s what attracted her to him at first. She never intended on falling for him nor did she think he would become her drug of choice. And oh what a drug he was, she was as addicted to him as she was to the heroin he put in her hands. Tris loved the high she received from both of them. She loved it so much that the day she found out she was pregnant, she was instantly terrified of telling him. At night she would lay awake in bed while he slept and pray for it to just go away…if it went away she wouldn’t have to tell him…if it went away she wouldn’t run the risk of losing him.

The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned into months. Suddenly she found herself three months pregnant and facing a huge dilemma. After realizing that her childish prayers had accomplished nothing, and were not going to help at all, she swallowed her fears and decided it was time to tell her boyfriend.

The night she went to tell him, she had shot up a couple of times to calm her nerves a little and when she walked through the door her feel good high took an unexpected turn for the worse. Not only was Blaine not alone, but he was fucking one of their dealers, Regina. Heroin is a wonderful drug that gives a person the greatest high, but if you become angry while on it your anger increases tenfold as opposed to the anger you would feel if you were sober. God, was she ever angry. He was trying to explain that he didn’t give a shit about Gina, he was just working off his debt for more drugs, but she didn’t want to hear anything he had to say and immediately left.

After that, she got lost on purpose, drowning herself in the world she built in hopes to forget him. She didn’t want to be found, didn’t want to be saved, and she sure as hell didn’t care about who she hurt in the process.

By the grace of some higher power, her daughter was born perfectly healthy aside from the initial withdrawals. Even having her baby girl didn’t stop her from walking down a self-destructive path. It wasn’t until her father found her strung out on the couch one day while Kaylee was obliviously playing with a syringe did her world snap into focus somewhat. Liam became so unhinged on his daughter and snatched Kaylee up taking her with him. Tristan was so angry with her father for taking her only link she had left to Blaine that she went on a three day binge. Thankfully her brother’s husband found her in time and without giving her any kind of choice, “dragged her ass” to a rehabilitation center.

When she was released, although reluctant to go back home, she returned to her parents’ house and apologized profusely for the complete and utter mess she had made of their lives. With the help of therapy and the watchful eyes of her family, She has been clean for about a year and living in the apartment above her father’s bar. Kaylee still remains with her parents and she will until the day comes that Tris doesn’t have to battle the urge to go back to life she knew for so long.

There is not a day that goes by that she doesn’t think about the boy who still has her heart.

Full Of Grace By Sarah Mclachlan

The winter here's cold and bitter,
It's chilled us to the bone.
We haven't seen the sun for weeks,
Too long, too far from home.
I feel just like I'm sinking,
And I claw for solid ground.
I'm pulled down by the undertow,
I never thought I could feel so low,
And, oh, darkness, I feel like letting go.

If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place.
I know I can love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace
My love

It's better this way, I said,
Having seen this place before.
Where everything we say and do,
Hurts us all the more.
It's just that we stayed too long
In the same old sickly scheme,
And I'm pulled down by the undertow,
I never thought I could feel so low,
And, oh, darkness, I feel like letting go.

If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I can love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace

I know I can love you much better than this.
It's better this way

Disclaimers

I do not own Michelle Trachtenberg that being said, I so OWN Tristan Anderson. That means she’s MY original creation. Attempt to steal her and I will hunt you down then club you several times over the head…we’re talking serious brain damage here. Have some tact people and get your own creative way of thinking.

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