Post by Lorelei Ackermann on Dec 7, 2012 21:41:25 GMT -6
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LORELEI | ACKERMANN |
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WELCOMING TO THE STAGE... UM, WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN? ► | forgetting already, are we? my name, dear child, is lorelei beate ackermann. as of late, however, i have been going by the name of merely marlene as to not arouse suspicion. |
WELL, THEN, HELLO! NOW, THIS MAY SEEM RUDE, BUT... WOULD YOU MIND TELLING ME YOUR GENDER? ► | my, your eyes must not be functioning correctly. i am, quite obviously, of the female gender. |
SORRY ABOUT THAT! CAN YOU TELL ME YOUR AGE? BIRTH DATE? MAYBE EVER WHERE YOU WERE BORN? ► | that's... quite alright. you are quite the nosy one, however, if i may add. age? i am thirty-three years old, currently, my date of birth would be the seventh of september, and i was born near the old veherna city. |
I MIGHT HAVE TO GET YOU A BIRTHDAY PRESENT THIS YEAR! THAT ASIDE, HOW DO YOU ALIGN YOURSELF? ► | no, no, let's not be getting too personal. goodness knows i don't want what you're offering. align myself? perhaps you'll just have to find out for yourself. [lawful, evil] |
SO WHAT'S YOUR OCCUPATION? GOT ANY SKILLS? ► | i am an admin of besser. ironic, guessing as i am a member of an organization bent on preventing trouble like the very one i lead all those years ago, hm? |
HAVE YOU GOT A FACE CLAIM? CARE TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD? ► | kiryuin satsuki from kill la kill as lorelei ackermann. |
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i must wonder - is this what you do in your spare time? regardless, you aren't asking completely obvious questions anymore... hm. i suppose i'll just have to enlighten you. to make it easy for you to digest, i've been told i'm very loyal. if i am paired with someone respectable, i will follow them until the end of my days. i'm quite courteous - to a fault - as manners appear to be something the population lacks. decisiveness is a virtue in me that aids in times where one must come up with something on spot. i'm focused, hardly distracted by anything at all and intolerant of those who attempt to rip my attention from the task at hand by extension. you could call me reliable, guessing as, if i am requested to take up a task, i, for the most part, will do it by all means. lastly, i am quite the sharp one. intelligent, if you will. i taught myself nearly everything i know, after all.[break][break] now, while i'm not one hundred percent certain on this part of accuracy - i'm quite sure some of these things are a bit too far fetched - the people around me tell me i have a tendency to come off as rather cold. certainly, i'm not the most talkative being around, but that doesn't make me cold, does it? i've been told to be quite distant, often lost in thought and not always paying attention when someone is talking to me. i have too many things going through my mind at once, is all. they tell me i'm unenthusiastic, doing my job efficiently, but showing obvious disdain for having to work for others but myself. apparently, i'm self-reliant, to proud to accept the assistance of those around me. i will admit to being a pessimist, though that's merely because i can see all of the corrupted things in our world through the veil pulled over most peoples' heads. and, lastly, people tell me i'm suspicious, not being able to put my full trust into people i don't know. does that suffice? ▲ TELL ME A BIT ABOUT HOW YOU ACT. i'd... assume not. very well. i enjoy things like strong pokemon. they highly assist in battle, that much is certain. solitude. while i won't mind being in a quiet room with people, for the most part, being in the company of others leads to conversations. conversations that i can most certainly live without. i enjoy large, open spaces for the feeling of freedom they fill me with. if i was more childish, perhaps, i would be one of those people who ran through the open fields like they were the wind itself. sadly, i am not. heights is another thing i find myself enjoying. the mountains this region provides are quite fortunate.[break][break] however, i will admit to dislike certain things... and people. the weak of heart and mind disgust me. they rely to much on others, can't do anything for themselves, and don't deserve to show they're faces around those who strive for perfection. small, crowded spaces are another distasteful thing of mine. it hinders my ability to move, causes the most smelly of people to *shudders* brush up against me, and creates a noise that makes it impossible to think. i also hate swimming. for all the water in this region... well, it can all dry up in a drought for all i care. i'll take the desert of dismay any day.lastly, i don't really care for people in general, guessing as so many of my people lack smarts and aren't very skilled in general. why else would i have lead a group determined to kill them all? ▲ INTERESTING! WHAT ARE SOME THINGS YOU LIKE AND DON'T LIKE? while i can't entirely say i like you, i suppose i can give you one of each. i am not to fond of large bodies of water. they make me uncomfortable. as for goals... well, i suppose you'll be learning first hand soon enough. ▲ WHAT ARE SOME GOALS OF YOUR'S? FEARS? | i-i can't... oh, frieda, i- ... please, a moment...[break][break] lorelei was born on the seventh day of september in what used to be the old veherna city. at the time, it was nothing more than a small town - a village, really - with few for population and fewer coming into the city. the birth of a child was a rare occurance throughout the small, growing populated area in the vastly unknown area so the brunette's birth was met with high reguard. from the very beginning, she was met with far more care than she should have recieved, spoiled rotten by both her mother and the other people of the town as though she were their children, as well. they raised her well, sharing with her their intellegence in every way they could, even when they weren't even positive she could register everything in her mind. it was no wonder the young little miss was bright from the very get go, excelling immensely in smarts and surprising many with what she accomplished. her mother, having been raised in a very sophisticated family, made sure to pass on her traditions to the female and made sure she behaved and used her manners whenever and wherever. while she could be strict at time, the mother and daughter got along quite well.[break][break] however, oberon ackermann, the father of this prodigy child, was somewhat of a different story. perhaps he was slightly jealous that the infant recieved more attention from the woman he married than he during those early days. maybe he was simply worn out from nights of being woken up by a weeping child. maybe something just went flat out wrong somewhere along the line that no one noticed and changed the man. while a subtle difference at first, over the years of the future Team Imum ruler's childhood, he began to change from a man dear adelaide could love and respect to something else entirely. he began drinking frequently, coming home angry and off his rocker on more than a few occations and taking out his displaced anger on the two females of the house. of course, the next day, everything would seem to be normal, perfectly fine, and the "happy" family reset back to its original state until night fell once again and more bruses would be added to the last. it was obvious that the blue-eyed child had driven a rift between her parents and threw a stake into their relationship. however, she would never know the entirety of it all until it was too late.[break][break] when lorelei began attending school, her parents began seeing other people. though they appeared to still be together - they were, legally, still married - they would often end up spending long times away from home in the company of "friends", leaving the five-year-old with the other parent or even home alone. the abuse, sadly, did not stop and, when her mother was away, the youngest of the dysfunctional trio was left to take most of the damage from his blows. a year passed, though, and something seemed to perk up the rapidly falling esteem of the young girl. adelaide was, once again, pregnant - the father unknown to this date, though assumed to be oberon's at the time - and, nine months later, young frieda was brought into the world. the long-haired brunette showed off her motherly tendancies right off the bat, being a better parental figure for the young child than her parents ever were. she took all the infant's blows, verbal and physical, helped feed her, kept her safe from obvious harm, tried to teach her all she could. while many found the girls' relationship "cute" or "mature", she found it necessary. she, herself, had already had a shattered childhood. the best she could do is try to distract herself from that and spare the younger of the two the same thing.[break][break] though it was obvious to the eldest daughter of adelaide and oberon, when the former discovered evidence of her husband cheating on her with not one but multiple women, all heck broke loose throughout the ackermann family. a fight like she'd never seen before - verbal warfare thrown both ways, punches thrown, even weapons they could find around the home hurled at one another - broke out, shattering the family of four forever. as frieda, hardly three years of age bawled at the ruckus, the brunette was reduced to having to attempt to comfort the young child throughout the span of the argument and pick up the shattered pieces left behind as the man of the house slammed the door and never came back. something changed in adelaide that day and the once respectable young woman was never the same. she grew... distant, almost, all of her energy seeming to have been stolen by a theif in the night and her care for herself and her two daughters vanishing into thin air. for a while, the two sisters were forced to be taken care of by various, sympathetic towns folk who gave them shelter, food, and overall care. however, five years later, she found she could no longer handle having to accept the assistance of those who weren't even required to do so and returned home to become the next head of the family.[break][break] at fourteen years of age, lorelei did everything she could to keep the three alive. she learned how to cook - started with little things like mac 'n' cheese everyday, despite Frieda's constant protests - did the laundry, cleaned up around the house, and took the place of her mother in said female's mental absense. she made sure her mother was cared for, as well, even if it meant she was forced to shove her not so tasteful meals down her throat and rolling her out of bed to take baths and the like. for a year, the broken family managed, even if just barely. however, things took another turn for the worst after the eldest child had managed to stabilize things. desease struck the still growing town of veherna, the people unprepared and with medicines still weeks away from coming. adelaide was the first to fall ill, symptoms being around for nearly a month before her youngest daughter caught it, too. she tried every homemade remedy, tried to keep everyone at full health. however, without direct medical attention, the illness got progressively worse. in the end, it was too much for the eldest of the three and their mother passed away. her daughters did not attend her funeral.[break][break] when all hope seemed to be lost for nine-year-old frieda, medicine finally arrived in town and the much needed attention was given to those who had fallen ill. while she'd feared the most important person in her life would be ripped away from her, the younger of the only two remaining ackermanns made as close to a full recovery as she could and, in the end, everything went back to normal. as normal as loosing their guardian could be, that is. without their mother to take care of them, all that was left was to locate their father and have them live with him and the new family he'd found to replace them. however, the elder of the two refused to go anywhere near the man, blaming him for how distorted her life had been and currently was. afraid they would take the two by force, she packed both frieda and her things and hit the road, taking her younger sister with her and, essentially, running away from veherna. by the time the weakening duo arrived in irisia city, things once again fell even more downhill after being stabalized once more. the younger of the two claimed that she did not wish to remain on the run, uncertain of where they would sleep or if they'd get a meal that night. she claimed she would rather live under the father she'd never known's roof than on the cold, hard concret under an unforgiving sky.[break][break] the two had an all out arguement, the blue-eyed teenager exclaiming that he did not love her - never had and never would - and that, after finding out on her mother's dieing bed, that he was not even her real father. she went even further to insist that she was the only one who would ever care for the girl of barely ten and that, if she left now, no one would ever care for her again. heartbroken, frieda turned tail in pursuit of oberon, hoping that he would show her pity and take her in until she was old enough to live on her own. that night, lorelei wished her sister had died of that fatal illness. to this day, she has lead herself to believe that she did, in fact, die nearly a year in advance.[break][break] seventeen, dehydrated, alone, and with nowhere to go, the long-haired being was flat out of options. upon collapsing in erayo city - one of the most populated areas at the time - she first encountered a mysterious young man by the name of blaise who offered her assistance: a place to call home. though she'd built up a bit of pride over the years, she found she could not turn down the handsome man that had come to her and, though hesitantly, accepted his offer. the two's relationship started out rocky, her being mistrusting and suspicious towards his every action and he poking fun at every single one of her flaws. however, after nely two years of living with him, the two grew fond of one another, even becoming the equivelant of "friends", though awkward ones at that. despite a six year difference in age and the female's outward distaste for relationships, many people who confronted them or where friends of his mistook them as a couple from the very get go. the man's flirtious ways and teasing nature didn't help her at all when she insisted that they were far from anything involving romance. though, as even more years ticked by and the young woman hit age twenty-five, she couldn't help but find him at least a little attractive...[break][break] one year later, blaise began leaving home more often and staying out at odd hours of the day. for a while, he never answered when she questioned his odd behavior. however, after what seemed like an eternity, he answered her with an offer - an offer to join the ranks of yeam imum, an organization calling to the harsh punishments team plasma received and determined to liberate Pokemon and punish the unworthy human race all at the same time. At first, lorelei was baffled, not sure how to respond as having never participated in something like that. though, after he offered her an admin position and she realized she could avenger her mother's demise and her sister's betrayal by killing her father in the midst of this "liberation" without being dubbed insane, she agreed. it was at this time that she met nymah, a proud woman who she soon came to idolize, even refering to as "master".[break][break] lorelei began to classify her odd feelings towards blaise as a foreign thing known as "love", starting to go out of her way to impress him and get his attention. her attempts to get closer to him, sadly, backfired, only causing him to drift farther away from him. life at home grew more and more awkward to a point where he hardly even spoke to her unless spoken to. in the end, she discovered that he was already in an affair with another woman - another member of team imum - and any chances at love for her were crushed. more heartbroken than she'd ever been since frieda's departure, she packed her bags and moved into the imum base near her home town of veherna and dedicated her life to working with team imum. her popularity within the organization skyrocketed, many more members growing a special kind of respect for the woman who dedicated her life to the only thing she had left. the leader, herself, must have noticed that as the blue-eyed trainer ended up as the blonde's right hand woman.[break][break] when nymah mysteriously disappeared and the rank of leader of the team was passed on to this very female herself, things around base began to change. to begin with, the brunette was very... awkward, hardly trained in the art of public speaking and leading a large group of people. however, with time, she grew to be a powerful, feared ruler who was met with just as much reguard as the woman before her. under her rule, imum became less of a secret organization, going out of her way to make their presence in the world known and to strike fear in the hearts of everyone. she was not afraid to blow up ballrooms, to detonate cities like irisia, spill toxic waste on towns and surrounding areas and watch them burn in acid. and her attacks had their desired effects - they sent people running for the hills. however, their conspicuous nature eventually lead to their downfall as the people rebelled and lead to all out war. in the end, team imum fell and its members scattered.[break][break] being the leader of said organization at the time, lorelei was number one on lyeant's wanted list. however, she was perfectly adapt with living off virtually nothing and remained in hiding for nearly an entire year before discovering someone who could assist in changing her appearance entirely. after remaining in hiding for another year, the woman come back into public as a completely different woman entirely. going under the name "marlene", the name of frieda's starter pokemon, she joined the besser party as a sort of sick irony - she joined the organization bent on preventing disasters like the one she caused not long before. climbing in ranks in a similar fashion to how she had imum, she has recently become an admin of a powerful rank. as to what she intends to do with so much power in such a strong government sort of group is currently unclear, though all intentions might not be good... |
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| OOC NAME ◄ JUDGE FUDGE AGE ◄ INFINATE EXPERIENCE ◄ FOREVER LAST CHARACTER ◄ MARLEY, ACTUALLY, HUH TIMEZONE ◄ ALL OF 'EM CUSTOM TITLE ◄ DER MEISTER |
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TODAY THE BLOOD OF BATTLE UPON MY WEAPONS WILL NEVER DRY; MANY I'LL SEND INTO THE GROUND LAUGHING AS THEY DIE!
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