Post by Deleted on May 31, 2012 22:29:38 GMT -5
Lorelei Piper Hamelin
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Name: Lorelei Hamelin
Nickname: Lori
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Sexuality: Straight
Fairytale: The Pied Piper
Year: Year 7
Face Claim: Joss Stone
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Personality:
Lori loves music and her greatest weapons are her voice, her flute, and her violin, they can melt the hearts of anyone, they can also send you screaming off a building if played “correctly”. She can’t stand the pettiness of humanity, the greed, the vanity, and the dishonesty; finding these traits to be the most hateful of all sins. However, if you ask her for help she will gladly give to you… for a price. It’s nothing like that really, it can be small or large or in between, just be sure that you remember and respect that promise. There is nothing she hates more than being conned and not keeping a promise. If you give a price make sure you’re willing to pay it. If not expect a twisted and somewhat poetic slice of revenge from her, she doesn’t take lying lightly. Beyond that she is passionate, but secretive and is kind of shy to the point of being a shut-in. She believes that there is good in everyone, sometimes you have to look for it.
Appearance:
Lori has long dirty-blonde hair that looks like freshly mown straw and intelligent golden eyes that look as if they have just a hint of magic in them. Her mouth is full and though it rarely smiles, when her just the right shade of red lips curve in that way, you can’t help but smile with her as if the world’s goodness was trapped inside it. Her skin is a bit on the pale side, probably emphasized by all the black she wears and the staying indoors thing. She stands at an average 5’6” and likes it. You could always find her wearing black or some other dark color, sometimes she wears red!
History:
I suppose this is where the fairytale begins, but this isn’t a fairytale and her story wasn’t much of one anyway. Her father was a lead clarinet player and her mother a cellist. Of course, when you have two musical prodigies come together they create a beautiful daughter with equally unique gifts. Lori grew up much like any other normal girl would, playing, learning, growing. When she picked up her first recorder no one could get her lips away from it. Her father was thrilled and hoped that she would have the same gift that he had. No not the gift of being first chair, rather the gift of… justice(?). That’s right, though Lori’s father never really put his gift to good use he could make certain animals behave in ways that weren’t, shall we say, normal to our standards. The gift wasn’t necessarily in him though, it was in his magic flute. I know this all seems very confusing, but wait it gets even more confusing. Lori’s mother also possessed a unique instrument as well, though she could never play it that well, her mother had a magical violin that when played right could make anyone dance and if played long enough could make them turn to dust in the wind from dancing so hard and so long. Lori however, could play the violin very well, however there seems to be a little difficulty in her ability to make people self-combust. However, she can make people dance spontaneously when she plays. As for the flute, she can make mice dance and follow her wherever she goes, then there are the humans who hear her play… whenever someone with evil/greedy/selfish intentions hears the flute they hear the worst thing they ever heard in their lives! The flute is supposed to have other magical properties, but those have yet to be seen by either of the holders. Rumors have said that the flute can transform people into the form they most despise and then are forced to follow the player.
Now that we have some of Lori’s magical background out of the way, she spent her high school life here at Tintagel Academy and her elementary life at a “prestigious” school. She never had many problems as a child, she was a good student, a good daughter, and such. She never had many friends and preferred to keep to herself. Mostly she’s been more absorbed in her music lessons than in her school work. Not that her grades really suffer for it, she keeps her grades at B average max. She really hadn’t had time for friends or having much fun, although now that she’s in University she has more freedom to do what she wants and she wants to explore and splurge as much of her time as she wants. Her parents are pretty laid back, except when it comes to her music lessons. They want her abilities to improve to their best potential. Throughout her high school years she had a huge crush Johnathan Dashing, knowing that he was a flirt and a little bit of a jerk, but she sensed a more deeper side to him, but she hasn’t even come close to admitting these feelings, slinking in the shadows and watching from afar, hoping that maybe she could be the hero and save him sometime! For now she is just trying to make it through University without stepping on any toes and hoping no one steps on her’s.
Other: Dreams do come true. Maybe.
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Sample Post:
Four days and nights since that encounter still he hadn't come. No matter, she had been kept busy and she was actually thankful for her business. Her mind strayed away from the handsome Spaniard and on to more important things. Investigations were still underway for the vampire murder mystery. She had been interrogating hunters for hours on end, some of them never saw their end awaiting them. Adrasteia strolled down the hallways of her mansion looking at her various weaponry and headstone collections. She had taken the name of every one of her ancestors and almost decedents from their tombstones, kind of a way to remember that she had cheated death and death still continued his work.
She stopped at one of her most treasured collection. Vladimir the Impaler's swords. It took a leg and an arm and a heart to get them, but it was well worth it. She sighed and ran her hand over the glass case and continued on. She saw various of her servants attending to their chores; sweeping, dusting, mopping, polishing. Still she never let anyone get near the swords. She polished them herself. One of her maids started to approach her with a boa constrictor draped on her shoulders and arms. "Miss, miss!" she called.
Adra stopped and waited for the maid to get to her. The maid puffed and gasped. It was obvious that she didn't like the snake around her and was trying to keep it as far away from her skin as possible. "Please, miss, your pet," she said and started to offer the boa to her.
"Oh, Kronos, my lovely," Adra cooed and gently removed him from the maid. "It must've been so stressful to travel like that."
She pecked the snake's head and continued on her way. Cristo was on her mind now. She was devoid of entertainment and his voice, his touch, his warmth... It was driving her mad! Almost everyone could feel her tension and stayed well enough away. Why was he taking his sweet time, surely an Incasti wasn't as busy as her?! She stopped in the middle of the hall and breathed. Kronos could feel when his master was getting agitated and out of reflex he started to tighten around her. "Kronos, you are truly a reliable companion," she said and petted the snake down.
She decided she needed to relax and started to make her way to the theater.
When there was a knock at the door. Roland strolled down the hall and opened the door easily. The mansion was quite intimidating. A large dark painted Victorian mansion. Rose bushes lining the walkway and large, gold, snake head knockers. The doors were made of pure ebony wood, Adra had spared no expense when building the mansion. He sighed as he saw that the Spick had finally come a courtin'. "Ah, my lord," he greeted and gave his signature stiff bow. "My lady was not expecting you today."
He stepped aside and waved Cristo inside. "My lady you have a guest," he spoke inside a walkie talkie.
"Now?!" Adra's voice asked.
"Yes, my lady," Roland answered.
It took a few more moments for her to reply. "Very well, escort him to the theater," she said.
Roland tucked away the walkie and started walking off, deeper into the mansion. "Please, this way," he said over his shoulder.