Post by Lorelai Khaalid on Jul 19, 2020 18:25:04 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name:
Lorelai Khaalid
Nickname(s):
None
Age:
29
Height:
5' 5"
Weight:
150 lbs
Blood Type:
O+
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Eye Color:
Soft pink
Hair:
Cherry blossom pink
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Fencing, hiking, jogging, sword crafting and care, softball
Talents:
Swordsmanship
Favorite things:
Metal work
Miscellaneous:
Mental Information
Personality:
Quiet and a bit reserved, Lorelai is used to blending in to the background. She is easy to overlook and sometimes, even easier to forget. Yet she is fierce in her loyalty and unbreakable in her determination. She is a strong person, able to handle most things that come at her without losing her cool. Any decision she makes has some level of calculation behind it, some level of thought and consideration.
Mentality:
Loyalty is prioritized above her own emotional well-being and comfort; she has dedicated herself to a family, and to her, that is the most important thing in her life. She wants to prove herself, but she feels the best way to do that is to do what is asked of her, to learn and excel.
Ideal:
“Loyalty isn’t grey. It’s black and white. You’re either loyal completely, or not loyal at all.”
Belief:
“Respect is earned. Honesty is appreciated. Trust is gained. Loyalty is returned.”
Physical Information
Build:
Athletic and well toned.
Defining Marks:
A singular scar along her right shoulder, tracing down across her collarbone.
Description:
History Information
History: Lorelai was the middle child of five, and the quietest one to boot. While her siblings would fight and argue, yelling at each other, and bringing attention to themselves, she would be off in the corner, reading. She wasn't a troublemaker, a vagrant, or a problem, and because of that, her parents typically forgot all about her. It was then that she learned, as a child, that if you did not bring attention to yourself, people rarely went out of their way to notice you at all. She managed to escape bullying by simply remaining aloof and alone. She wasn't particularly bothered by the loneliness, either... It was easier that way. She was able to enjoy the peace and quiet that couldn't be had in a small house filled to the brim with five children.
Her parents worked hard and her oldest siblings spent most of their time taking care of the younger. By the time she graduated high school, again with fairly mediocre grades, she had absolutely no idea what she wanted to do with herself. She began college straight out of high school, majoring in psychology and criminal forensics, but she had no actual direction. It was in college that she discovered the Blades, a club that focused around old swords and sword-fighting. She joined, more out of pure boredom than anything else, and found that her level head was a major advantage. That was something she didn't expect. She began to compete, again more for fun than anything, and even managed to find the money for a sword of her own. She learned how to take care of it and cherished it deeply; it was the first thing that she really did for herself.
She traveled to many places with the Blades, learning not only more about sword care and crafting, but about the cultures of the many countries she toured. Innocent and naïve to a degree, wandering the streets of war-torn countries simply did not phase her. She spoke to the people and got to know them, their stories, their truths. Everywhere she went, she left with respect and endearment. People seemed to love her, another first in her strange life. It wasn’t until she visited a strange, desolate town, filled with secretive people and lies, that the trouble truly started for her. She tried to befriend the townspeople, as she had everywhere else, but they shunned her. They spoke their language intentionally to keep her in the dark, so she set about learning what she could on her own. When her club returned to America, she did not. Something here felt strange.
She was alone, but that did not stop her from traveling the city streets. After weeks, she made her first friend: a boy about her age, who spoke just enough English to communicate. They began to teach each other their languages, and she found herself having fun once more. He taught her about firearms, and she taught him about swords. All seemed to be going well, until one night, she received a strange letter in his handwriting, requesting her presence immediately at some hole-in-the-wall location well outside of the Embassy. She gathered her things and left.
Upon her arrival, she was immediately ambushed by a large group of men, her supposed friend included. They began to tear at her, beating her and demanding that she spill whatever secrets she had learned. She swore ignorance, but they did not believe her. She screamed, trying to fight them off, trying to figure out how to escape without causing these people actual damage… and that was when she was rescued. A group of men, led by one in particular, swooped in, sending the men scattered to the winds. The leader approached her, asking her if she was alright, and offered to give her a hand back to the Embassy, and eventually home. She asked who he was, but he would not tell her. He told her that information was earned… and in that moment, she decided to earn it.
More than anything, he was impressed with her hard work. He was kind to her, and he told her just how well she had done, especially for an amateur. He was comforting... and more than that, he offered her direction. When she told him that she was in college, he even went as far as to offer to pay for her college classes if she would simply focus on her swordsmanship as well. Eventually, they moved their conversation from the war-torn land out into America. One thing led to another, and she eventually agreed to join his task force, to continue her swordsmanship and her classes, and to dedicate her time to his cause.
It was harder than she thought it would be, and she found herself enjoying the darker side of life. She never lost her cool, and she scrambled until she found her footing. After that, it was easy: she climbed to the top. By the time she made it there, she was certain Haku had forgotten all about her, but that didn't bother her. These people noticed her, they were impressed by her... and more than that, they SAW her. The real her. Their actions alone earned her loyalty, which was shockingly powerful. She never expected to get into the military lifestyle, but suddenly, it was everything she never knew she had always wanted.
