synopsis

Armed with naught but a humble cane and a curious familiar ever at her side, Lorelei is, at her core, a creature of wonder and inquiry. In the shadow of her mother’s legacy as a master alchemist within the Black Shroud, she treads the path of study and craft with purpose, ever in pursuit of greatness... no matter how peculiar the road may become.Oft regarded as eccentric, the girl weaves her talents in both Conjury and Alchemy through methods most unconventional. Timid by nature and prone to stumbling over her words before thought has time to catch them, she is not one to command a room with ease. Yet what she lacks in worldly poise, she more than redeems in brilliance.

features

Along with an unguarded spirit that is bound to attract attention than she rightly intends, Lorelei has fiery curls that spring forth from beneath whichever wide-brimmed, towering hat she has chosen for the day, as though no cloth might fully contain them. Her skin bears a sunburn more often than is wise, and freckles mark nearly every inch of her form.She is seldom seen without a great leather satchel, worn and bulging at the seams, burdened by the many oddments she insists upon carrying. Wherever she treads, the soft clatter of glass and metal follows... vials, tools, and trinkets all jostling within. It is a sound many have come to associate with her approach: a gentle herald of a strange girl.

lorelei's voice claim: princess zelda - botw

Conjuring trouble at every turn.

Mayhap even within the hallowed halls of Gridania’s own Conjurers’ Guild, word has spread of the peculiar girl whose stubbornness is rivaled only by her flame-bright hair. Opinions oft give way to whispers, and whispers, in turn, to quiet judgments passed behind closed doors.The young mage is seldom spoken of in tones of praise... for whether by misstep, misunderstanding, or mere mischief, her name is not oft linked with commendable deed. Be it truth or mere tale, her reputation within the Guild lies tarnished, shaped more by rumor than reason.

By any (alchemical) means necessary.

Lorelei bears a most discerning eye for all things alchemical. This unyielding curiosity she tends with care in the form of a modest, home-kept apothecary nestled within the North Shroud. Though her name is but mildly known, her craft speaks well enough for itself... for few are the ailments or quandaries she cannot brew a remedy to match.To the casual passerby, her trade may appear a mere pastime, ever-shifting with her whims. Yet those who have sought her wares and left with ailment eased, do indeed know better: beneath her unassuming manner lies a rather practiced hand.

Twelveswood fall upon deaf ears.

Being but a babe newly swaddled in the embrace of the Twelveswood, it was not long after Lorelei's first breath that it became suspected that the Matron, in her unknowable wisdom, had once more marked an innocent soul with a gift both wondrous and grim.To both hear and translate the voices of the Elementals is a gift many covet. Yet not all blessings are so easily borne. For some, the burden of such a gift weighs heavy, and what was meant as boon may grow to be bane. And there are those who come to find that the forest’s song is not always sweet, nor its whispers kind.

In watchful eyes does altruism flourish.

Many have caught wind of hushed whispers... tales of a wayward band surely bound for naught but the wrath of the Elementals themselves. These bold few, it is said, defy without hesitation the long-held customs of the Twelveswood, placing the needs of the forsaken above the edicts of those in power.To some, their cause is righteous. To others, it is purest folly. For to act against the will of the Guild, against the balance preserved since ages past, is considered no less than blasphemy. Yet still they move, answering not to law, but to conscience.

betwixt hand and claw of the believer.

All who dwell beyond the treelined borders of the Black Shroud are well aware of its rigid, oft outrageous views toward those who do not call its depths home. The forest does not take kindly to the outsider, and neither, it seems, do many who serve beneath its boughs.Lorelei, for her part, has long wrestled with the notion of upholding such grim ideals. To cast judgment upon those who stray from the norm sits ill with her spirit, and she has made little effort to feign otherwise. This quiet defiance has earned her no small measure of infamy within the very Guild whose commands she refuses to heed.

A remarkable and familiar enchantment...

Whether nestled beneath the folds of a gown or perched with no small amount of pride upon her shoulder, one shall find a curious creature ever in Lorelei’s company... a familiar by the name of 'Albert'. Small in stature yet vast in spirit, the impish being is possessed of a tongue as sharp as any blade, ever quick with jests, barbs, and ill-tempered commentary.A Poro-Roggo not easily tamed - if at all- Albert stands as proof to either bold brilliance or... a woeful lack of preparation in his conjuring. None can say for certain whether his existence was wrought of design or, well, Lorelei's failed enchantment, for he seems to abide by few of the rules that bind most familiars, let alone men.