Lorelai Faust /done

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[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] L O R E L A I so when i trip on my feet, look at the beat - - - - - - - - - - - - - - name ; lorelai faust gender ; chicaa orientation ; straight species ; human age ; sixteen birthday ; march 2nd height ; 5"0 weight ; 115lbs appearance ; To understand Lorelai, one must first look at her physically. She is half Italian, and part French, which affects her overall appearance. It is in this way that she takes after her mother's side of the family. She is often surrounded by a regal and graceful air, and ordinarily has her head held up high. This is not due to aloofness, but, rather, a physical elegance that comes from her heritage. She is also very lady-like in the way she moves, another trait she may have inherited this time, from her father. Some would even classify it as being 'girly'. Perhaps that is true, but Lorelai couldn't care less what she is called. Unfortunately, such beauty cannot quite balance out the poorer facets of her personality. Lorelai has tried to allow her physical appearance to compensate for some of them in the past, but discovered that it was of no use. Let's start with the build shall we? A lean and trimmed body suggests a marked dancer; as the slender legs prove. Knees not too high nor too low also contribute to this factor. With a nicely arched neck, a small and yet fine head is supported where two eyes of blue peer out at the world. Ohh, those optics. A fierce flamed seemed to burn within them; a fierce flame of spirit. Those eyes cry; those eyes smile; those eyes laugh. Like someone toying with the radio station, her expressions constantly change. First a sparkle, then a glare - they are the key to her well kept emotions. Consisting of shades of teal and sapphires, sometimes with a toss of her head and on the play of light, they catch a serene green hue. Her irises were often said to hold the heart of the sky - with the stars etched in as the silver and the rest lost in her shifting tones of calm storms. There is no doubt of the fire - a fire....untouchable? Perhaps they were her most admirable trait, one most capable of catching a second look. Neat auds are perched upon the sides of her elegant head, generally looking from side to side with alertness. A keen maw also adorn her facial features as well. Just from watching the female move, you could tell that she was light on her feet; light boned. In fact, sometimes it almost seemed like she was just floating on air. Aye, it seems like this newcomer was once well pampered in lands she came from. With each prance; each movement; her skin seemed to ripple with a faintest touch of muscles; exhibiting a healthy creature. For the most part, the girl's bod was just a soft olive color. Around her ears would be a tint of redness, as well as her face. Sunkissed, as if sunbeams were gingerly woven into her hair. Brushing and fondling each strand until their firey fingers had burned them into a stunning ebony black. Her darkening locks gently spill down her shoulders; layered stylishly, yet capturing a simple look. Simple. A word Lorelai lived by. She isn't someone who lives by trends or what she finds in magazines. To be perfectly honest, Lorelai often times doesn't even pay attention to what she likes either. Styling her hair is just another hour or two where she could be learning something, discovering. It isn't uncommon to see her hair clipped with a wide variety of clipping and accessories, for those days where she cannot stand the smallest strand in her face. On the rare occasions where her hair is down, you would begin to wonder the last day she visited the salon. Length never was an obstacle for her. Just trimming the point of her lower back, even with a pony tail, the height of her onyx locks surpassed many. Standing at exactly five feet, it is a common occurrence for her age to be mistaken. Her efforts in appearing taller (straightening her posture, eating more, sleeping) haven't assisted her much at all. It is usually the first thing people notice about her. A sloppy wardrobe doesn't necessarily help her childish outlook either. Oftentimes thick black spectacles adorn her features, aiding her vision when she's in no position to pop in contacts. Whether she likes it or not, Lorelai often grabs attention for her looks. Whether it be for her long hair, short stature, or her awkward, unapproachable air she gives off. personality ; Modesty- it's the first that a child must learn. A vain and arrogant person creates enemies and hatred - the last thing she wants. Lorelai would probably be one of the most modest humans alive. If you comment her on anything that she has done, she would probably give you a small blush and deny it. She didn't lavish in compliments and was never put in the spotlight to shine. Growing up in a strict, professional family, Lorelai doesn't know quite yet the luxury of freedom. Freedom of choice, freedom of desires. She is stuck in the middle of knowing what she wants and what she is 'supposed' to do. Dancing has always been one of her passions, but constantly she is belittled of it by the people she loves most. In a sense, her family has convinced her thoroughly that her life style is meant to be involved with books, and chemicals. Everything from the femora was authentic and honest. If you sought advice from the girl, you can be assured that what she said to you was true or for your benefit. She spoke through experience and from her heart and didn't hesitate to deny something if she didn't know of it. She often has a collected and calm air around her with something that suggests a quiet and gentle person. Well that's partially true. See, Lorelai isn't the type that'll go around looking for trouble. She also isn't the type to meddle in with another's affairs and also isn't an attention seeker. She's kind of like that shadow in the background; not exactly hiding but not exactly showing up. To a stranger, she would seem as an over all quiet and polite type…but to a friend… Known to most, Lorelai is somewhat of a genius -- she is not a prodigy, a person that has played the piano at aged two and has composed pieces by age ten, but rather she is considered a genius, in the way that she is often smarter than most would expect. For sure, here is a person that is unlikely to hold grudges of most sorts and will be the easiest to beat -- that is what everyone thinks. The raven-haired girl does not hesitate to let her smarts show. Rather than manners or looks, Lorelai learned over the coarse of her childhood that people with a matter of intelligence progress, not those who own the glitz and the glam. She is known to have a curious side to her, one that craves knowledge and learning. Though most would disagree, her smarts are oftentimes a negative to her assortment of traits. To cut it short, she is the biggest stick in the mud you'll ever see. Lorelai has never lived in the fast lane, in fact, some would say she hasn't 'lived' at all. Once you've gained her trust, you'll soon come to know she is regretfully.. dull. Dull in the sense she would rather glue her eyes into a book rather than go exploring or battling. Lorelai gives pacifist a new meaning. She loathes any kind of confrontation, positive or not. Timid and shy, her books are to blame for her unusual behavior. There is no doubt of how socially awkward she is. To the point where she can't look someone in the eye, speak without stuttering a bit, constantly playing with her hair. If she had a penny for every time someone has asked her to speak up, she would be so rich. In this sense though, perhaps Lorelai has a greater advantage over someone. Her quiet, careful observance of others might just help her perceive those around her a bit better. Just a thought. Making the girl laugh was not a hard thing to do. Her emotions were like wildfire, alive and contagious. Her laughs weren't very long, more of a chuckle than anything. However, just one taste of her bell-like laugh was enough to have you asking for more. In addition, she suffers consistently of embarrassment. Her face is a common victim to a swirl of pinks and reds, and it was no difficult task to have her blushing. Surprisingly, she rarely cries, and if you do manage to pluck the strings of her heart you will never see her tears. On record, only her Pok?mon have seen small glimpses of her crying. If Lorelai sees you as a trusted and loved friend, she'll protect you. She'll stand by you until the very end. From afar, she'll try to lift your burden and place them upon her shoulders. And she won't stop trying. She'll be yours, forever and always. Until her death. Lorelai's an ally worth having. if you will have her. Unfortunately, she doesn't have very many individuals she could even say this too. Lorelai has learned the hard way that the world is full of judgmental folk. People who will never give her a chance to get to know her. Though one would think someone who has been crushed time and time again would grow a wall, for Lorelai it is the very opposite. While she possesses book smarts, when it comes to real life situations she is severely gullible and innocent. Manipulation is easy on her, and rarely does she pass up the chance to make a new friend. history ; Born and raised in Mistralton City, Lorelai's grew in a strict and serious home. If you could sum up her childhood in one word, it would be hard work. Most of the time her parents would be stuck at their careers. Her father, a designer for the airplanes Mistralton is known for. Her mother, a professor who often needed to travel to bring in the money. Oftentimes Lorelai was put with a nanny, someone who consistently tried to help her mature socially. She was kind, and loving, different than what Lorelai was used to. Generally older people tend to tell stories of their lives, and Edith, her nanny, was no different. Most of her tales would be her life as a trainer, exploring and having a taste of what life truly was. Sadness would always color her eyes whenever she mentioned her partner Pok?mon, which Lorelai later guessed must have passed away. Still, Lorelai was stricken with wonder at such a lifestyle. A life without any boundaries, freedom in the palms of your hands. As much as the babysitter continued to try to coax the girl to follow her dreams, Lorelai was still cautious, and couldn't imagine going against her parents wishes. By the age of 10, Lorelai would watch longingly as her neighbor's kids began to walk off to start their journey as Pok?mon trainers. Any sense of wanting however, was quickly removed of by her parents. Drowning in books and homework, Lorelai had always felt like her life was planned for her. In some ways, it was reassuring to know that she wouldn't have to waste time wondering what she wanted, but at the same time she has always thought how the thrill of risking something felt like. Oh, how she loved to dance. Any spared time for herself was always put into her fluid movements. An endless ballet, a timeless waltz. At least until she heard either parents arrival through the front door. She always feared what they might say if they saw her, wondered what kind of punishment she would have to endure. Wonder. What a dangerous word. By the time she was fifteen, Lorelai no longer needed another pair of eyes watching her. Edith, with her last day in the Faust residence only asked of one thing before her departure; for Lorelai to be whatever she wanted to be. Of course, the elderly woman dare not say this in front of her parents, Lorelai took this request half-heartedly. A part of her cringed at the idea of leaving the comfort of her home, but another welcomed a place where she didn't need to live up to anyone's expectations but her own. The only thing is.. what were her own expectations? The girl fought with this idea constantly within that one year. When she finally admitted to wanting to dance to her parents, the idea was cut off harshly by them. But to her own surprise, she fought bacj. Lost, but fought back. The same night, Lorelai did not come out of her room for the rest of the day. Soaking up in self-doubt, she still could not get Edith's words out of her head. With one shaky sigh, Lorelai gathered her things, and ran away. Oftentimes she wanted to go back, but by the time she had reached the boats a part of her said it was too late to turn back now. Solastella was waiting for her.

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