[hider=Lorelei Jones]
[color=662d91][center][h1]Lorelei Jones[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e0/39/51/e03951dd11f06f3405e4e9905293bcc0--lilly-collins-lily-collins-hair.jpg[/img][/center]

[center][b]Gender:[/b] Female[/center]
[center][b]Age:[/b] 25[/center]
[center][b]Birthdate:[/b] June 30th, 2263[/center]
[center][b]Birthplace:[/b] Ruins of Seattle, Washington[/center]

[color=662d91][center][h2]Personal Information[/h2][/center][/color]

[center][b]Current Occupation:[/b] Hunter and scavenger. She has spent most of her life sifting through the ruins of the Old World as well as hunting for game and generally manages to find just enough to make it from day-to-day. 

[b]Work Ethic:[/b] If you can manage to get Lorelei to be passionate about something, she will pour her entire being into it. If the task at hand is not something that interests her, then she will solely rely on her talent (even if there is none to speak of) to get her through.

[b]Combat Strategy:[/b] Lorelei never allows herself to be compromised in close-range. She is at her most comfortable at high ground with a scope, where she can carefully dissect a situation and articulate her plans in a stepwise motion. 

[b]Experience:[/b] Rumored to have been liable to kill from a half-mile away. Her time spent in the wastes turned her into an excellent survivalist; she understands terrain and traverses it exceptionally well, and has developed a very tough exterior.

[b]Organizations/Affiliations:[/b] Independent

[b]Style:[/b] Lorelei wears different iterations of the same outfit almost every day. She wears a long hunting coat with many accessories attached – such as extra shells, bear traps, tourniquets, a knife, and a vial of antivenom. Underneath the coat, she usually wears a tee of some sort and a pair of well-worn jeans.

[b]Preferred Weapons:[/b] Her father’s scoped bolt-action rifle, which has seen years of use, and a desert eagle pistol with some sort of inscribed sigil on the grip that has been taped over.

[b]Habits and Mannerisms:[/b] Lorelei will often hum underneath her breath while idle and is very fidgety; she will always be moving in some way shape or form, whether it be running her fingers through her hair or tapping her hands on a solid object. She will generally smile and chuckle if she runs out of possible options to respond to a situation, even if it is a particularly bad one.[/center]

[color=662d91][center][h2]Medical Information[/h2][/center][/color]

[center][b]Ethnicity:[/b] Caucasian

[b]Blood Type:[/b] O-

[b]Preferred Hand:[/b] Left-Handed

[b]Eye Color:[/b] Hazel

[b]Hair Color:[/b] Dark Brown

[b]Hairstyle:[/b] Whatever suits her on the current day. Her hair is medium/shoulder-length, but occasionally puts it up into a ponytail or bun to keep from waving into her face.

[b]Skin Tone:[/b] Pale.

[b]Complexion:[/b] Freckled.

[b]Makeup:[/b] Occasionally scrounges some together and puts it on, playing make-believe as one of the leading ladies of the old world, but it never lasts.

[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Bisexual

[b]Body Type:[/b] Ectomorph

[b]Build:[/b] Decent muscle mass considering her small frame, but recent malnourishment has rendered her quite thin.

[b]Height:[/b] 5’7”

[b]Weight:[/b] 120 lbs.

[b]Cup Size:[/b] B

[b]Shoe Size:[/b] 7

[b]Birthmarks/scars:[/b] One lone distinct scar runs vertically down the right side of her face.

[b]Energy:[/b] When in good health, she has exceptional endurance, gained from her cross-country treks with the 80s.

[b]Senses:[/b] They are very potent and very accurate, rendering her paranoid of her surroundings on many occasions.

[b]Addictions:[/b] None to speak of.

[b]Mental Disorders:[/b] Anxiety.

[b]Expressiveness:[/b] If one manages to get close to Lorelei, then her faux tough exterior will dissolve and her rather silly, creative nucleus will be apparent. She generally articulates her thoughts and emotions in an enigmatic, riddle-like way, and only those close to her can aptly solve said riddles.[/center]

[color=662d91][center][h2]Biography[/h2][/center][/color]

Lorelei says very little of her old life. She's from a place far west; this much is known. However, the details and the motives are vague, and she intends to keep them that way. There is a layer of shame that clouds her memories, and only the recent days have any sort of articulation...

She spent several years in the Capital Wasteland, living on her own amid the chaos of the wastes and scavenging like a desperate vulture. Lorelei was a nostalgic one; over the years, she'd collected many old world relics and became well read in the texts of the pre-war landscape. It wasn't long before she grew bored of her lifestyle and scenery and moved on, trudging toward the Commonwealth and setting up inside Goodneighbor. There she remained until the word of a peculiar settlement emerged. Lorelei had to see Salem for herself.
 
[/hider]