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[center][color=92278f]Name/Nickname:[/color] Lorelai "Princess" Von'Strauss[/center]

[color=662d91]Appearance:[/color] Lorelai appears to be a pretty young woman in her late teens with sandy blonde hair and pale grey eyes.  Her figure is petite but generously endowed, and lends itself towards a 'cute' image over a 'sexy' one, although the right ensemble can change that depending on what she has planned for the evening.  What's off putting about her are her cold, dead, eyes.  They've seen the rise and fall of nations,  Lorelai let go of her humanity a long time ago,  and if you know what you're looking for, her eyes betray that fact.

[color=92278f]Race:[/color] Vampire

[color=92278f]Age:[/color] 750

[color=92278f]Personality:[/color] Where does the mask end and the woman begin?  That's hard to say even for Lorelai herself.  She conducts herself as a bright, outgoing, even bubbly young lady in public.  In private however she's more given to a dry wit, mild cruelty, and a taste for hedonistic pleasures that few can match.  Anyone getting close to her has to accept that these differing, almost contradictory persona are both real,  in rare circumstances one of her faces may peek through the other.  This has lead to a unlife devoid of many close assosiates, as the two masks are jarring to say the least.

Lorelai would tell anyone who asks that "when you get as old as I do,  motivations become pointless,  I work to feed so I can live another night,  so I can eat some more.  It's really that simple, and that depressing."  That's somewhat the truth,  Lorelai has discovered the truth behind the vampiric exsistence.  Given to long term manipulations and intricate shadow games younger vampires like to believe that their life has some intrinsic goal in mind.  Boil it all down though and it's simple, primitive survival, when you live potentially forever you need a large power base to ensure your needs are met for what could be all time.  Lorelai feels most of the time as if she's simply going through the motions of life,  from greeting associates to feeding on hot blood it seems like the years are flowing by like motes of dust.

[color=92278f]Bio:[/color] Lorelai was embraced sometime in the 1200's,  the specifics are lost on her and largely irrelevant now.  Her sire was a local vampiric aristocrat, and as a matter of fact still is, so Lorelai wanted for nothing.  She was predisposed to languishing around her sire's castle in her youth,  bemoaning the fact that she had to hurt people to live.  Her sire doted on her and ensured that Lorelai had a plentidude of distractions,  tutors on any subject that tickled her fancy,  live music around the clock,  a long line of maidens from the local villages to act as companions and sometimes objects of affection.  Lorelai even became talented in mind magic, and learned some basic shapeshifting in that time.

Eventually she, like most vampires do, learned to accept her nature.  Other people had to bleed for her to survive,  that was never going to change,  so why not just accept it and learn to enjoy it?  So she distanced herself from humanity, thinking of them as toys at best, and cattle at worst, instead of people.  The classic tragedy of the vampire completed, her life settled into a nice exsistence of terrorizing the local villages with her sire, kidnapping young maidens to keep as entertainment, and persuing a large catalogue of intellectual disciplines.  The superior stength, speed, and regenerative abilities she was entitled to continued to grow as she passed from new blood, to vampire, to the veritable Methuselah she is today.

Then fifty years ago something happened to shake her from her comfortable dirge,  one of the maidens she captured stole her heart.  A beautiful elven girl,  her and her sire had quite the fight over feeding privledges.  In the end Lorelai won,  her persistence and her sire's propensity for indulging his protege won out.  Lorelai had learned that elves make the best servants over her near seven centuries of unlife, and quickly went about finding task suited for her new pet.  Much to Lorelai's astonishment she discovered that the elf was a bright woman, and a truly talented artist and musician.

It wasn't long before her new flame was walking down corridors in Lorelai's heart that hadn't been touched in centuries.  It was an exhilarating time,  for the first time in recent history Lorelai was looking at a living person as just that,  a person.  She even regained her grasp on time,  months felt like months not moments.  Alas, it was not meant to last.  One night she and her sire had to abandon the castle she grew up in,  fleeing into the night with a mob of locals at their heels.  That castle wasn't the only one they'd owned however,  so the loss was minimal.  What stung far worse was the betrayal,  her newfound love had been the one to open the doors for them.  Lorelai fell into a spiraling depression after that.  Only rising at night long enough to eat as much as she needed to survive decades slid by as moments and soon her sire began to worry.

It was decided she'd vacation in South Sombra,  evidently her sire had friends there that would see that she was comfortable.  While the city had become a rather seedy destination in recent years it bustled with a messy sense of life that few cities could match.  As she stepped off the private jet she'd taken here her servants hurried about the task of packing her effects into the waiting car.  She took a deep breath,  perhaps this is just what she needed.