Imagine a world where everything is the same, except there's no such thing as a human being. Instead, the world is inhabited by monsters, ghouls, and gremlins. It's just slightly strange.
Weirdsdale is just another small town, half forgotten by time. It's a mash up of farms, factories, and buildings that are trying to step past the present and into the future. It's just slightly strange.
Now, meet Trudy. She's a troll. In this world, there's nothing odd about that. But her story? Well, it's just slightly strange.
Trudy is fifteen going on sixteen. She's very close with her parents but doesn't live with either of them. Instead, she lives with her aging grandmother and helps run the family shop. She has wild, bushy orange hair; it's bright, as is the case with all troll hair. Her skin is a dull yellow, not dark but certainly not what most people would call a pretty shade.
She's short and boxy, with a very square frame and broad shoulders. Her forehead is a little on the large side and so is her nose, which Trudy occasionally talks about getting pierced. Her fear of needles will keep this from ever happening, however. Again, like with all trolls, Trudy has large feet and hands.
Her clothing style is what most people would consider "hipster" but it's really whatever catches her attention in that exact moment. Her current favorite outfit is a pair of sweatpants with purple and pink roses on them, paired with a peach top. The top has live on written in swooping, black glitter.
Trudy is extremely resistant to the cold, though not so much the heat. She wears a chunk of trollstone in the form of a necklace. The trollstone is held in place with a slip of fairy steel, and the chain is made from a simple leather cord. It's her prized possession, as is the case with most trolls and their trollstone. The stone appears to be a cross between a moonstone and a chunk of fools gold. It's rough, jagged, and hasn't been altrered or smoothed out.
She is - Trudy's love and hot chocolate. She's praise and reassurance. She's a shoulder to cry on and strong arms to be swept up in. She's a very gentle troll, who doesn't like hurting things and can't stand to see her friends upset.
She's a dreamer and joker; often, she can be found dancing about as she sweeps her grandmother's shop, using the handle of the broom as a microphone. Her walls are scribbled with lyrics and her bookshelf is littered with vinyls. Trudy wants to become something but she also doesn't want to leave her grandmother alone, so she tries to find the best parts of the life that she's been given.
The trollstone is what allows Trudy to go outside during the day, as is the case with all trolls.
Trudy isn't famous by any stretch, but everyone in Weirdsdale knows her. She's the clumsy girl that the florist always sees sprinting to school in the morning, perpetually late. She's the cheerful girl who's always at Crossroads, sipping on the third soda that the waitress has brought her in the last half hour and always, always laughing with friends. She's the girl who always smiles at the old man down the road, and feeds the stray cats. Everyone knows Trudy.
Trudy thrives on love and being around her friends. Her worst fear is to be alone - and it's, unfortunately, one that comes true over the course of the story.
