Post by Lori on Dec 16, 2006 9:23:21 GMT -5
Name: Lorelei Everett
Age: 14
Race: Mortal Girl
Clothing: Simple cotton dress, lace apron, white shoes
Hair: Sandy brown
Eyes: Hazel
Total Appearance: Picture Pending
Personality: The type to say "Well, actually..." in any little situation. Simple and sensible. Not one for extravagance, except to out-do her childhood rival. Loves to sing, wants to learn piano and ballroom dancing. Loves sweets. Has charming schoolgirl naïvete. Classic young lady-type. Well-behaved. Romantic heart.
History: Comes from a moderately rich family. Took singing lessons at ten in hopes of getting a spot in the church choir, but was knocked out by Pamela Erickson. Wanted to go to finishing school because her friends said graduates were always fine ladies. Wanted to become distinguished and elegant to out-do Pamela, whose parents can't afford finishing school.
Other: Will do nearly anything to be better than Pamela. Has a tendency to sneak sweets.
Intro: Lorelei, or Lori as she was addressed by friends, was perhpas the most perfect spokesmodel for young ladies. Her father, the fairly sucessful businessman, and her mother, the charming wife, loved her. She wore simple cotton dresses and white, shiny shoes, with a beautiful lacy appron. She adoringly skipped down the avenue, her sandy locks bouncing around her shoulders. She played hopscotch with friends and dressed up as a princess with her brother as the handsome prince. She scorned boys for being rude and unsophisticated. She cried to her mother when she skinned her knee or when a boy put a frog in her hair. As she grew, Lorelei sewed and weaved alongside her mother like any good girl. She wore her hair in braids or ponytails. She begged to have her hair curled so it would bounce like Pamela Erickson's with no avail. Spick and span, she would accompany her mother to the bank, pretending to be an aristocrat's daughter, being perfectly elegant as the center of attention. Her romantic heart yearned for a chivalrous prince on a white horse. Lorelei always showed off all that she knew, even if she didn't really know it. At church, she sat in the second pew between her parents and prayed to God to bless her family, give joy to her friends, and bring her lots of sweets. She was furious when Pamela took her spot in the church choir. She was determined to become a better lady than her. After months of begging, Lorelei's parents gave in and enrolled her into Maranine Academy. She was thrilled and gave a quick farewell to her parents before setting off, determined to become an elegant and sophisticated lady, one better than Pamela could ever hope to be.
Age: 14
Race: Mortal Girl
Clothing: Simple cotton dress, lace apron, white shoes
Hair: Sandy brown
Eyes: Hazel
Total Appearance: Picture Pending
Personality: The type to say "Well, actually..." in any little situation. Simple and sensible. Not one for extravagance, except to out-do her childhood rival. Loves to sing, wants to learn piano and ballroom dancing. Loves sweets. Has charming schoolgirl naïvete. Classic young lady-type. Well-behaved. Romantic heart.
History: Comes from a moderately rich family. Took singing lessons at ten in hopes of getting a spot in the church choir, but was knocked out by Pamela Erickson. Wanted to go to finishing school because her friends said graduates were always fine ladies. Wanted to become distinguished and elegant to out-do Pamela, whose parents can't afford finishing school.
Other: Will do nearly anything to be better than Pamela. Has a tendency to sneak sweets.
Intro: Lorelei, or Lori as she was addressed by friends, was perhpas the most perfect spokesmodel for young ladies. Her father, the fairly sucessful businessman, and her mother, the charming wife, loved her. She wore simple cotton dresses and white, shiny shoes, with a beautiful lacy appron. She adoringly skipped down the avenue, her sandy locks bouncing around her shoulders. She played hopscotch with friends and dressed up as a princess with her brother as the handsome prince. She scorned boys for being rude and unsophisticated. She cried to her mother when she skinned her knee or when a boy put a frog in her hair. As she grew, Lorelei sewed and weaved alongside her mother like any good girl. She wore her hair in braids or ponytails. She begged to have her hair curled so it would bounce like Pamela Erickson's with no avail. Spick and span, she would accompany her mother to the bank, pretending to be an aristocrat's daughter, being perfectly elegant as the center of attention. Her romantic heart yearned for a chivalrous prince on a white horse. Lorelei always showed off all that she knew, even if she didn't really know it. At church, she sat in the second pew between her parents and prayed to God to bless her family, give joy to her friends, and bring her lots of sweets. She was furious when Pamela took her spot in the church choir. She was determined to become a better lady than her. After months of begging, Lorelei's parents gave in and enrolled her into Maranine Academy. She was thrilled and gave a quick farewell to her parents before setting off, determined to become an elegant and sophisticated lady, one better than Pamela could ever hope to be.