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[center][color=#8B819B][b][h3]Lenore Renee Clairemont[/h3][/b][/color]
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[hr][hr][color=#8B819B][b]Personal Information[/b][/color] [/center][hr][hr]
[b]Full Name:[/b] Lenore Renee Clairemont
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Age:[/b] 15 (and ten minutes older than Lottie!)

[b]Appearance[/b]
[indent]Lenore’s appearance is what one might describe as odd. Her silver locks fall in a loose curl, just grazing slightly upon her shoulders as she moves. Unlike her sister’s softer expressions and more friendly blue toned eyes, Lenore more often sports a harsher gaze, only softened by its moonlight hue. While these traits are definitely uncommon in the nation of Grenheim, the Clairemonts only moved here some generations ago, and their unique foreign traits have since stayed in the family tree.

Though Lenore looks quite identical to her twin sister, Lottie, they have long abandoned any desire to look the same since their tumultuous days in childhood. Their mother would often force them in congruent attire; they were an attraction for travelling merchants staying at their inn and a tool to rake in additional income. Those who knew the two closely were quick to pick up the subtle differences; Lenore was energetic, sharp, like the rhythmic chop of a kitchen blade. Lottie possessed a vacant countenance, as if in a trance-like state, likely due to her late night artistic activities. 

As they grew older, the differences between the sisters became increasingly apparent. Their family had enough food and dressed well, though Lenore wore tighter garments as a silent boast to her sister of her toned physique. On the other hand, Lottie favoured loose-fitted robes that lightly draped over a more pliable frame. Often found in her youth running around doing somersaults and cartwheels with town kids, Lenore has always been the athletic one of the pair. She was obviously more vain as well, never seen in front of the inn’s guests without a light dusting of powder and her favourite dark rouge. [/indent]
[b]Height:[/b] 5’2”
[b]Weight:[/b] 105 lbs

[hr][hr][color=#8B819B][center][b]Background Information[/b][/center][/color][hr][hr]
[b]History[/b] 
[indent]Lenore and Lottie Clairemont were twins daughters of an innkeeper, residing in the southeast corner of Grenheim close to the Lyngald and Yondaris borders. Their inn saw a lot of guests moving to and from the different nations, people from different walks of life. While they were still young, Lenore remembers spending her days playing with her sister, Lottie, in and around the inn - though they were frequently chastised by their mother for disturbing guests in the establishment with their rambunctious merrymaking. Though their lifestyle was humble and simple, Lenore enjoyed the peace that came with it.

The twins’ father, a peculiar yet stern man, had owned the inn since before his daughters were born. As they would learn as they grew older, their father had been involved in less than savory business dealings with merchants and high-ranking officials and nobles of different kinds. Lenore and Lottie were only five when his father failed to anticipate and evade the consequences of his dealings. Luckily for the girls, they happened to be hiding in a small cabinet of the inn’s kitchen while a team of men burst through its doors. The guests quickly ran out as they thrashed about, breaking and rummaging through every object in sight. Tables, chairs and beds were smashed, cutlery strewn across the floor. They took whatever looked valuable to them - a coin purse left in their parents’ room, jewelry and other trinkets. All Lenore could remember was gripping her sister tightly to her chest in the darkness of the small cabinet, trying to block Lottie’s ears from the earth-shaking pound of the men’s every move.

When the roar of the clamor slowly dwindled into a silence, Lenore could hear the faint shouts of their mother’s voice permeating through, calling their names in search for them. The small girl left her hiding spot with her sister in tow, running towards the source. The sight was devastating - the inn was ruined and all their possessions had been taken away if not destroyed. Their mother asked what they were doing in the cabinet. What were they doing in there anyway? Lenore couldn’t remember. The next few days passed by like a blur.

To start anew, Lenore’s father made the decision to move the family south and a little more west in a region near Illdarum and Argonne, on a path that merchants frequent. With the remaining money they had left and a hefty bank loan, they purchased another inn to rebuild the business back up from scratch. For awhile they had little to eat as most of the earnings went back to repaying their debt. During these years, Lenore and her sister came to know both the kindness and cruelty of people, some who found enough heart to sympathize with their situation, and others gave only cold shoulders. 

By the time the twins were 8, everything started feeling more normal again. They were steadily making more and more income as their inn attracted more guests. However, no matter how much they asked and poked, their father never disclosed the full details of what happened that night, years ago. Lenore and Lottie learned nonetheless of his shady business dealings and how he’d take part in the smuggling of goods from foreign nations. These affairs continued in his new inn, and when they grew a little older he enlisted the help of his daughters, giving them small, secretarial duties for the most part. They were taught a basic level of literacy, just enough to get a message across to nobles and rich officials in letters. Despite the dubious nature of these dealings, Lenore never had any reservations for taking part in it; to her, it was what provided her a comfortable lifestyle, and it was a simple truth that crooked proceedings happened beneath the surface of society.

Lenore’s life until now has been quite peaceful, quiet. Every once in awhile, she’d help her father with his tasks, though most of the time she was working in the inn with her mother. Greeting guests, assigning rooms, cleaning and serving tea or ale consists of most of her duties that she performed alongside Lottie. It was always exciting to hear stories from far away, where the travelling guests and merchants were from, and see the interesting yet unusual items they’d bring. Whenever they got the chance, Lenore would explore larger towns nearby and shop in their vibrant markets. This carefree life of hers was interrupted the day the Emperor’s mages came knocking, conscripting them to undergo the ritual and fight for Grenheim. Their parents were completely against the decree even though they knew nonetheless they couldn’t disobey. Lenore was slightly bitter about having to leave everything behind, but some part of her was still curious about what was to come. [/indent]
[b]Brief Personality[/b] 
[indent]Young brash and cynical, Lenore is not the person most would prefer the company of. Despite the appearance of a relatively tame girl whilst her lips are closed, a snarky, unrestrained tongue hides underneath. She doesn’t always mean harm when she speaks, but at some point it stopped mattering when people got offended anyway. It almost never occurs to Lenore to tone down her unfiltered speech for the sentiments of others. In many ways, her rude remarks are a way to distance herself from socializing. Following events in childhood, she remained wary of people and developed a cynical mentality that distrusts the motives of those around her. While Lenore still believes that people can be kind, her first instinct is always to doubt.

Lenore can be energetic and bright when not uttering slanderous words, much to the surprise of many. As long as someone can tolerate and see past her penchant for constantly voicing her opinions, Lenore may even appear as friendly. One thing that’s obvious though is her prideful and vain disposition, putting importance on herself above all. [/indent]
[b]Emotional Bond[/b] 
[indent]Being twins, Lenore and Lottie have grown together since they were born - and before that too - having spent no more than a day’s worth of time apart. Like any other sibling pair, they’ve had their arguments - fighting over jewelry and trinkets and such - but they have many more moments of fun and games. Given how both siblings carry unpalatable temperaments, they often only had the company of each other anyway. They enjoyed their solitude nonetheless, and though they’d never admit, the only people they like as much as themselves - or more than themselves - is each other.[/indent]
[b]Partner:[/b] Her younger identical twin sister: Lottie Rue Clairemont

[hr][hr][center][color=#8B819B][b]Combat Information[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[b]Fighting Style: [/b]Lenore has never fought a day in her life (if you don’t count the occasional brawl with her sister involving hair-pulling and slapping) and never planned to before getting conscripted. Despite her athleticism, Lenore hates pain and would go out of her way to avoid it, making her a less than capable fighter. She’d much rather run away from a fight then confront it, or use tactics that would keep her at a distance safe from getting injured. 

[b]Equipment:[/b] A tin of tea leaves from her inn and other provisions, a few dresses, a bottle of her favourite perfume, a box of matches and other miscellaneous items. She also brought with her a small coin purse, a portion of her accumulated allowance from working in the inn, leaving the rest with her parents. Her father always said weapons had no place in a lady’s pocket, and thus she never owned nor brought one.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Other than her total lack of fighting experience, Lenore is more coward than courage. She’ll run rather than fight, and given her self-absorbed nature, she thinks first of herself than the wellbeing of her teammates (with her sister as the only exception).

[hr][hr][center][color=#D6CFDC][b]Celestial Gear Information[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[b]Name:[/b] Wisteria
[b]Type:[/b] A pair of iron war fans with spiked spokes - called a tessen - which can also be used as dual-wielded daggers in its retracted/closed form or throwing knives.

[b]Appearance:[/b] The fan structure looks like [url=http://i.imgur.com/7fvxpY1.jpg]this[/url], but with slightly wider blades to better use as a dagger. The cover of the fan looks like [url=http://www.mzfort.com/gallary/OT00201/4.jpg]this[/url], a thin grey printed fabric. However, this doesn’t mask the pointed spokes underneath which extend past the cover on top.

[b]Function:[/b] Wisteria is a pair of fans that can be controlled by Lenore telekinetically within a range of 5 meters. Seeing that they can double as daggers when closed, Lenore can throw them at a target and have them fly back immediately to her with the telekinetic control. She can also make the fan open and close from afar to deal extra damage - when she manages to jab an opponent with dagger first anyway.

[hr][hr][center][color=#8B819B][b]Miscellaneous Information[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[b]Likes:[/b] Cleanliness, cosmetics, floral perfumes, puppies, beautiful tea sets, cheese, spring, her sister.
[b]Dislikes:[/b] Naivety, dirt and dust, cold weather, her sister.
[b]Hobbies:[/b] Makeup, dancing, baking and cooking, spending more than she can afford
[b]Theme:[/b] [tba]
[b]Other:[/b] 
- Lenore likes to cook and bake, although her skills are only average. 
- She’s very picky with music; she rather not listen to it if it’s not a tune she fancies.


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