Profile of Lorelei

In comparison to her twin brother, shes built less bulky and shorter. Her frame lithe and height not as staggering. Emerald hues catch the eyes of any paying attention to the bushes and shadows she lurks in.

Be wary, for her words are woven in silk, laced with poison. Chances are she'll have spun a lie before you've even come to learn her name. She watches from the darkness that looms just over in the corner most pay no attention to. If she suspects vulnerability, she'll surely draw it out with a nearly flawless facade. The young serpent is eager to learn, to thrive. Her interests change, like the day to night as the earth rotates. Fear not, though, for Vulnerability is familiar with everyone. Her brother holds the antidote to her own poisonous ways. When Crixus calls, she comes, regardless of any consequences that may come. Her own stubbornness is what will cause the most harm to herself. Her constant down fall is the never ending urge to push her brother to his limits, to test him. If she never has a reason for her brother to intervene in her life, why, she may not have a brother at all. And with no brother, she wouldn't have much of anything at all.

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Alistor Ambrosia, wicked and unscrupulous in all his deeds. He was but a trap for their mother, her own innocence choked out by the evil that seeped from the man that spoke the tender words that were covering the most cruelest of intentions. He was surely blinded by the tensions that were strung about around him and his home. A highlander husband before the war, turned murderous monster during the height of the bloodshed that he devoted himself to. Circe found herself questioning their place, their own heritage. Alistor, already an enraged man from the beginning, saw the doubt as a sign of treason- he saw it as an open invitation to murder his own wife. In doing so, he believed such doubts couldn't infect his own children. His own daughter would be too much like Circe, and he couldn't let his own blood become blinded by his now dead wife's newfound beliefs. His plan was to murder Lorelei, and he would have succeeded in his plan if her much bigger twin hadn't intervened. Be it by luck or the boys pure rage, perhaps drawn from the spirit of his own father, Crixus ended Alistor's plan. Lorelei would face the monster she was to call a father, but only long enough to see the look in his eyes when his own son would become his greatest threat- one he couldn't beat this time. Crixus only had one instruction for her to follow: run. The boy would soon find her not too far away, already angered at the girl for not following the simple thing he told her to do. Nevertheless, the two found their way away from Alistor, still unsure of where he'd disappeared to- probably a secret militia, poisoning their ears with lies about his own children that need not live so long as he breathed. Along the coast is where she roams most now, always listening to the tales and rumors that spread through the brothels and bars, hoping to someday hear that their father is only a ghost in the bitter winds of winter.