Trish is cold and solitary, living mostly inside of her own mind. She is lonely and will never admit that to anyone. As a child from a broken home and devastated relationships she slowly grew to enjoy the feeling of manipulating others, as it makes her feel as though she's always in control.

She can infinitely grow her hair and entangle others with it at will, the strands of her hair akin to thin piano wire.
Her cold and dark heart now pumps poison through her veins. She commands small minions that she summons from the shadows.

She has a boyish figure, with strong legs that tense up when she is angry. You can always tell her mood by checking if she is walking with her full foot planted on the ground, or if walking on her toes in a 'digitigrade' manner.

The only thing that she does not hide is her love of the moon. She can be seen singing to it in secluded nights.