Trogon Lane; Disctist 11

Her name is Trogon Lane. She is 17 and she lives with her Aunt in District 11.

We are only telling you this so you can help. Don't think you are anyone special.

If you hurt her, I swear I will kill you. So use this information wisely.

Trogon is okay, I guess. She isn’t me though, I’m way—

Shut up Morrigan, this isn’t about you. Trogon is pretty. She has long dark blond hair that is really super thick and can’t decide if it’s straight or wavy.

Pfft, pretty my ass. Her eyes are overly large in my opinion.

No one wants your opinion.

They are a boring shit brown that has not even a highlight of gold. They are a pretty almond shape, however, which makes up for it, kinda.

The poor thing always has bags under her eyes. Someone likes to take over when she falls asleep, so she never gets the proper rest she deserves.

Hey, it’s not my fault that all the sexy boys come out at night.

Trogon is really tall.

Everyone is tall to you brat.

Shut up! She is tall! She is five foot nine. But she is really skinny, she only weights 120 pounds. It’s not that healthy, but she doesn’t get to eat much. The kids at the group home steal all her food when her Aunt isn’t looking, and she gets so much excersize when Morrigan is in control, because Morrigan is always—

Hey brat, that shit is private! Keep you mouth shut. Trogon also has a big nose to go with her big eyes. It isn’t bulbous or anything, but it isn’t cute and petite like mine.

Ugh, Morrigan you make me sick. Trogon has such flawless and beautiful skin.

If you don’t count all them scars on her stomach and legs from her brother’s abuse.

Why do you have to make everything so terrible?

And what’s more, she has no boobs! She has the chest of a teenage boy. And I don't even want to mention her ass!

Morrigan that’s enough.

Oh, but she has the most graceful limbs I have ever seen. I'm so jealous of them. Mine are so short and stocky.

Uh, I don't really haven an opinion on what I look like. I mean...its just me, right? I'm nothing special. I don't think I'm very pretty, but I do like my hair. That probably the only thing I like about myself. I'm way too willowy and weak, and I tower over all the boys...not that I'm interested in any boys anyway, but still.

Let me tell you about dear, dear Trogon. She is boring, she is a terrible dresser, and she is a prude! I hate it when she is in control. She likes to sit in our room and read, or do homework, or write poems. It’s disgusting. I’d rather be out getting drunk with a bunch of older boys! Trogon is too shy to even talk to a boy. And even if she did get up the courage to, there is no way in hell that he’d be attracted to her. She dresses so conservatively! Every inch of her body is covered in clothing. She is totally—

Morrigan! Trogon is not that bad! She is sweet, and nice, and is so cute!

What would you know, you stupid little brat?

I know how to be nice! Unlike you! You’re the Queen of Cold!

That is the most pathetic insult I have ever heard you little—

Enough! Shut up! Morrigan, Alina is right. Trogon isn’t that bad, considering what happened to her-- not that she even remembers, thanks to us. Cut the poor girl a break. She works hard at everything she does, and refuses to give up. And she is not as meek as you would believe, Morrigan. When she thinks someone is attacking her beliefs she will stand up for herself and even others if they are being bullied.

No, she transitions into one of us.

Well…That really isn’t her fault. You take advantage of her weakened defenses every chance you get! All you care about is getting in the pants of some guy, you little slut!

Go to hell, you jealous bitch! Just because no boy is attracted to that winning personality of yours doesn’t mean you have to hate on me all the time.

Knock if off! You’re upsetting Alina! This is not about you. We are here for Trogon, we must protect her.

You’re right, Freighter. I’m sorry. Trogon needs us.

I’m Trogon Lane, and there is something seriously wrong with me. I lose long tracks of time, and I feel like I’m loosing myself. I find myself in parts of the Districts I’ve never been in before, wearing different clothes, hanging out with people I’ve never seen. It’s weird, and it happens a lot. I’m getting paranoid. I feel like everyone is playing a big joke on me. People I don’t know well come up to me and call me weird names. They’ll ask me weird questions! Boys try to thrust themselves upon me! Even my Aunt seems in on it. She is always accusing me of the most bizarre things…

But I guess I’m still me…maybe. I’m still pretty shy. I prefer hanging out in my room, away from the rest of the kids at the group home. They are rowdy, and nasty. I don’t like them, so I just try to stay out of their way and mind my own business. I don’t like confrontation. If someone starts yelling at me, I just freeze up…and sometimes I black out. I guess my instincts just take over and carrying me somewhere else because when ever I regain consciousness, I’m usually safe back in my room.

I’m pretty passionate about writing, and drawing. My room is covered in my poems and sketches. I’ve tried my hand at writing books, but I always live them half finished. Ironically, I don’t have the patience to finish them, when I have all the time in the world to do so. I’m a hard worker when it comes to school, but really, I just don’t have the gull to not do my homework. You see, I’m a people pleaser, and I just can’t let my teachers down. So I do my work, and I get good grades.

Trogon’s past is what led to our creation. We need to be here, in order to protect her.

Trogon is fragile, like the little bird she gets her name from. If she were to ever find out what happened, she’d be broken. She wouldn’t be able to cope with it. It’d be a mess.

She can’t even cope with a bad grade let alone the—

Shh! We aren’t supposed to talk about it!

Alina, they need to know. They need to hear her story so they can understand her, and protect her too. This is for the best.

What if Trogon hears?

She won’t. She never does.

Well, at least let Freighter tell it. He was the one who was there.

If I must. Trogon was a typical poor girl growing up in a typical poor family.

Trogon didn’t need us back then. She wasn’t in danger of a total psychotic breakdown.

Shut up Morrigan, and let Freighter talk!

Listen you stupid little bitch, I won’t tell you again—

However, she had an older brother that was not so typical. His name was Jake, and he wasn’t right in the head. He heard voices that weren’t there, and saw things that didn’t exist. He had an unhealthy obsession with his little sister, who was just seven to his sixteen.

He followed her everywhere, and let no one talk to her, or even look at her. He’d get violently angry whenever someone would make any sort of contact with her. Trogon was disillusioned by him, and saw no problem with their relationship. She was too young to understand, and Jake wouldn’t let anyone near her to tell her differently.

The possessiveness of her brother only got worse as she grew older. He became paranoid that she was talking about him behind his back, or sneaking off to be with other people besides him. He started to hit her for her ‘own good.’ Her parents knew that the siblings were close, but they never guessed that Jake was completely obsessed. Jake was always very careful about that.

His obsession reached its peak when Trogon turned ten, when Jake became jealous of Trogon’s relationship with their own parents. Trogon had started to have nightmares about her brother. She couldn’t go to him about it, so she went to her parents. She just told them that she was having really bad nightmares about monsters. They were sympathetic, and allowed her to sleep with them at night.

This carried on for one week before Jake couldn’t stand it any longer.

Trogon awoke in the middle of the night to the bed shaking. Next to her, her father had an axe to the head; his brain matter was splayed across his pillow, and on her face. She looked next to her where her mother’s lifeless corpse was being stabbed in the chest over and over again by Jake. When Jake saw that she was awake, he threw away the knife and climbed on top of her. “You brought this upon yourself.” He hissed at her, and proceeded to rape her.

Jake held Trogon against her will for two weeks. He beat her and raped her. In those two weeks, I was created. I tried to fight against him, and get Trogon out of there, but he was too strong, and the retaliation just brought upon more abuse, so I stopped. Finally Peacekeepers showed up and arrested Jake. They were called in because the smell of the two rotting corpses alerted the neighbors.

Trogon was catatonic, so I was forced to block out her memories. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just isolate those two weeks, and her brother had been abusing her for quite sometime, so I took her whole childhood.

No word on whatever happened to Jake. Trogon was taken in by her Aunt who ran a group home. Over time, the other Alters appeared to help me protect Trogon.

I don’t remember anything past when I was ten. When I ask my Aunt about it, she gets all teary eyed, and refuses to talk to me. The other kids in the group home didn’t know me when I was little, so I can’t ask them. Best I can figure is that my parents and I got in some horrific accident and they died, but I lived. I guess I developed retrograde amnesia.

It's not so bad living with my Aunt, though. She runs the group home, but it’s a small one. There are 5 other kids in her house besides me, but since I’m her niece I get my own room. She is a really nice lady, and all the kids love her, but they don’t love her enough to love me. The others hate me since I get special treatment. Technically, I’m living with my aunt, who just happens to run a group home, but I’m not considered one of the orphans. But do they see it like that? No. They don’t.

Freighter is a 19 year old male. He is the Protector. When someone is physically harming Trogon, he is the alter that usually appears. He is pretty savage, and doesn’t speak much.

Alina represents Trogon’s lost innocence. She is just 7 years old, and she is the Shield. When something terrible has happened to Trogon, she reverts into Alina. Say her cat died, Alina would take over and deal with it so that Trogon would not have to. She is a brave little girl.

Morrigan is 17, and a female. She is the Floozy. She the exact opposite of Trogon. She is loud, and obnoxious, and pretty much says whatever the hell she wants. Morrigan will take over arbitrarily. She is not the brightest star in the sky, and often makes really stupid mistakes.

Trigger is the oldest at 23. She is the Bitch. She is cynical, and vindictive. If Trogon is being bullied excessively, Trigger will appear to get some payback. She is likely to bitch someone out, and intimidate them so that they will leave Trogon alone.