Character
Jester
Race: Magia
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship: It's complicated
Height: 5'11"
Build: Lean, curvy, youthful
Reference: Here
Player
DEAD
Lorelei Cepheid
Nationality: United States
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Height: 5'9"
Build: Lithe, toned
Reference: Here
Personality
Lorelei was a bodyguard in life in mind, body, and soul. She would maintain a staunch yet relaxed pose at all times to reflect both her confidence in her capabilities and her personality. Such a life as hers has left Lorelei with a bleak perspective of many things, but she refuses to fully give in to the evils of the world, so half the time she speaks very frankly, and the other half of the time very playfully, with very little in between if anything at all.
Being forced to commit to a new life within Terrasphere, Lorelei will never truly feel as though her job is done, or that her troubles are behind her. At the same time, she can't do anything about her final few failures left in the real world. Having found closure in most of the broken pieces of her past, she was able to shed most of her serious side and go back to being the fun-loving, hardly serious woman she once was.
Positive: Honest, Playful, Optimistic, Empathetic, Stalwart
Negative: Vengeful, Assertive, Competitive, Critical, Destructive
Background
Lorelei grew up a whimsical and jokey girl all the way through to the end of high school, and had intentions of becoming a teacher. In the middle of preparing for graduation and picking out her colleges of choice, she became parentless in one evening. Needless to say, being a teacher just wouldn't cut it anymore.
It was like a sign. If it had happened one year sooner or one year later, I wouldn't have had both the opportunity and tenacity to become what I was meant to be.
She shifted all of her studies towards applications meant to bring criminals to justice, striving for a place in the F.B.I. if nothing else. On the side she garnered experience working as a member of an armed security force in the area. It began as a way to pay her way through college without relying on life insurance, but once she had to utilize the 'armed' part of her profession's namesake, she realized something terrible. Something buried inside of her that cried out in pain and screamed for vengeance.
Lorelei's trigger finger began to itch, and the personality that had once been quelled by the tragic loss of her parents began to rise once again, only as she took more and more dangerous jobs. As the jobs posed a greater risk, she was greatly appreciated by the upper ranks and contractees in her care alike. For her though, at some point along the way, it stopped being about justice. Justice couldn't bring her wonderful life back.
Vengeance, the power in the hands of humans with just the press of a button, the recoil of gunfire reminding you of the impact on the far end of the barrel. Knowing that you can just remove the scum of the earth on demand like simple cockroaches. Justice had been long forgotten. Vengeance had become Lorelei's bread of life, and murder had become the wine she longed to get drunk off of.
Using what she had learned in college, she began to sift the deep web and even began selling herself as a hitman, only accepting jobs which she found worthy of her own personal brand of justice and silently declining the rest.
It wasn't until the age of twenty-four that she finally found a single yet significant lead in regards to her parents' deaths, and she resultantly went to work for a wealthy man whose wife had also died in the same horrible way. Rather than be hired as a hitman, the two worked out a deal which suited the investigation better. She would protect his daughter Kaya at all costs while working as a housekeeper to be able to stay close without raising any suspicion.
While working as Kaya's bodyguard, she finally had the chance of a lifetime: To kill the person responsible for the darkness carved into her heart. The two fired at one another, and in Lorelei's final moments she was linked into Terrasphere. Dead, but still alive.
It was like a sign. If it had happened one year sooner or one year later, I wouldn't have had both the opportunity and tenacity to become what I was meant to be.
She shifted all of her studies towards applications meant to bring criminals to justice, striving for a place in the F.B.I. if nothing else. On the side she garnered experience working as a member of an armed security force in the area. It began as a way to pay her way through college without relying on life insurance, but once she had to utilize the 'armed' part of her profession's namesake, she realized something terrible. Something buried inside of her that cried out in pain and screamed for vengeance.
Lorelei's trigger finger began to itch, and the personality that had once been quelled by the tragic loss of her parents began to rise once again, only as she took more and more dangerous jobs. As the jobs posed a greater risk, she was greatly appreciated by the upper ranks and contractees in her care alike. For her though, at some point along the way, it stopped being about justice. Justice couldn't bring her wonderful life back.
Vengeance, the power in the hands of humans with just the press of a button, the recoil of gunfire reminding you of the impact on the far end of the barrel. Knowing that you can just remove the scum of the earth on demand like simple cockroaches. Justice had been long forgotten. Vengeance had become Lorelei's bread of life, and murder had become the wine she longed to get drunk off of.
Using what she had learned in college, she began to sift the deep web and even began selling herself as a hitman, only accepting jobs which she found worthy of her own personal brand of justice and silently declining the rest.
It wasn't until the age of twenty-four that she finally found a single yet significant lead in regards to her parents' deaths, and she resultantly went to work for a wealthy man whose wife had also died in the same horrible way. Rather than be hired as a hitman, the two worked out a deal which suited the investigation better. She would protect his daughter Kaya at all costs while working as a housekeeper to be able to stay close without raising any suspicion.
While working as Kaya's bodyguard, she finally had the chance of a lifetime: To kill the person responsible for the darkness carved into her heart. The two fired at one another, and in Lorelei's final moments she was linked into Terrasphere. Dead, but still alive.
Occupation: Hitman/Bodyguard
Special Skills: Marksmanship, Investigation
Out of Character
Played by: @Aster
Player tag: @Jester
UI-locked? Yes
Year 8
IG (Yu-Gi-Oh!) Dark Magician Girl
RL (Subarashiki Hibi/Wonderful Everyday: Down the Rabbit Hole) Minakami Yuki
You are debilitated in the presence of snakes. There's something alien and bone-chilling about the writhing hissing mass. You feel an intense desire to wipe them from the earth... The only problem is: you're terrified of them.
You are debilitated in the presence of insects, big, small, or anything in-between. These biological machines with their intense desire to thrive and survive fill you with fright and keep you up at night. You sometimes succumb to the deep-seated desire to wipe them from the good earth. The only problem is, they are already lording over your dominion. Stay strong.
No more. You simply cannot find it in yourself to endure any phobia beyond what you already have. There is only so much fear your psyche can contain. This one is especially bad, since one false step in the game and you fear your mind may fracture into a million pieces. You feel the need to fight and struggle against the forces that inflict such pain on you.
Once, you had been scattered unto oblivion, your existence wiped out so utterly that nothing remained but the mark you left upon another. Now, the stuff of stars constitutes your flesh, substitute matter collating into your form, and your sense of self has become ever more shaken as a result. On starlit nights, you feel it, the most horrid sense of self-separation, of your body once again crumbling and diffusing into the atmosphere. And that sense, dissociating to the extreme, can only be thwarted in the comfort of artificiality, in man-made enclosures.
Close the lid. Keep yourself.
