Name: Lorelei Tamerlane Ferreira
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 23
Worship: Ignis, Lyphma, Petra
Weapon: Spear, sabre, and battleaxe. Also his magic.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Patron
Type of Mancer: Terramancer
A name such as his ought to belong one on who is of the sea, or maybe one who sings, or a girl. Not the proud and possibly insane patron of the Ferreira family. But his mother liked it so much that there was no saying otherwise. Lorelei could hardly care. A man by any other name is still who he always has been. And a name such as Lorelei could hardly suit him any better than it does. He charms and attracts and plays about so coyly, then he rips apart and tears down and rends. He is slave to a demon of greed, selfishness, vanity: and it is consuming him body and soul. With hardly a thought as to who he harms, he looks out only for himself, and maybe his family. Maybe. If it suits him too. He hates to make the tough decisions and plays around with his responsibilities rather carelessly. Word is out that he will not be reigning long, but he has been successful in staying off many attempts thus far. He can tell when someone intends him harm or ill will. He is a deceiver, but also a lie detector. He is very good at spotting deception, especially in women. He has had to, since he has been approached by quite a few who just want to use him for his power and money. Though a notorious womanizer, he does not pursue those who are overly confident and full of themselves, probably because they are too much like him. And though he flirts and seduces, he has never touched a girl. Ever. And he will not until they have been properly married. He has heard too many stories of affairs gone foul and bastard children reigning in issues and all the diseases one can catch if they are not careful. So he avoids the matter entirely. Lorelei took his place as Patron when he was only fifteen after the subsequent deaths of his parents. He did not care, not outwardly at least. They never really loved him or showed him attention, so he felt much the same towards them. He had waited all his life to be patron, and it was finally his. That was the icing of the black cake that was their death, and it was plenty enough to comfort him. However, he never thought he would receive so much hate and opposition for ascending on the throne at such an age. He had to fight and claw his way through a sea of spite-filled faces just to stay put, relying on his intelligence and talents to stay there. He had been trained very young to perfect the art of his terramancy. His father had gotten him the best tutors to teach him from even the young age of three. So he crafted and perfected his art, but as it as forced on him, he despised it. He much preferred pyromancy. The way fire moves and breathes, lives and burns. The perfect balance of life and destruction held in the burning cold flames of a fire. Secretly, he may be trying to learn it, though to all he is merely a master terramancer. He is also an expert strategist. Among his array of skills, he knows tactics, battle strategy, navigation, and how to utilize his troops till so they are all efficient. He also has skills in conversation, persuasion, and lie detection -as previously mentioned. Among his skills are also harp playing and singing, but he hates having these skills and so they shall not be explained further. And when the mad tide subsided, he found himself worn and spiteful and mad himself. He keeps it hidden under his well-crafted guise. The people want a reason to despise him? He decided to give it to them. He is the pompous, idiot little boy they all want. But at night, in the dark and the loneliness, he is tired. Exhausted. Drained of all his senses and his soul. Many times he wonders what it would be like to tear the mountain apart, fake his death, and vanish into another corner of the world. Somewhere no one can find him. Somewhere he can be at peace Lorelei has wind tossed black hair with a violet sheen. His eyes are red as blood and rubies and burn as bright as falling stars. His fair skin glows white as snow, and his beautiful smile tears apart many heartstrings.
Roleplayer: Niitari
Age: 23
Worship: Ignis, Lyphma, Petra
Weapon: Spear, sabre, and battleaxe. Also his magic.
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Rank: Patron
Type of Mancer: Terramancer
A name such as his ought to belong one on who is of the sea, or maybe one who sings, or a girl. Not the proud and possibly insane patron of the Ferreira family. But his mother liked it so much that there was no saying otherwise. Lorelei could hardly care. A man by any other name is still who he always has been. And a name such as Lorelei could hardly suit him any better than it does. He charms and attracts and plays about so coyly, then he rips apart and tears down and rends. He is slave to a demon of greed, selfishness, vanity: and it is consuming him body and soul. With hardly a thought as to who he harms, he looks out only for himself, and maybe his family. Maybe. If it suits him too. He hates to make the tough decisions and plays around with his responsibilities rather carelessly. Word is out that he will not be reigning long, but he has been successful in staying off many attempts thus far. He can tell when someone intends him harm or ill will. He is a deceiver, but also a lie detector. He is very good at spotting deception, especially in women. He has had to, since he has been approached by quite a few who just want to use him for his power and money. Though a notorious womanizer, he does not pursue those who are overly confident and full of themselves, probably because they are too much like him. And though he flirts and seduces, he has never touched a girl. Ever. And he will not until they have been properly married. He has heard too many stories of affairs gone foul and bastard children reigning in issues and all the diseases one can catch if they are not careful. So he avoids the matter entirely. Lorelei took his place as Patron when he was only fifteen after the subsequent deaths of his parents. He did not care, not outwardly at least. They never really loved him or showed him attention, so he felt much the same towards them. He had waited all his life to be patron, and it was finally his. That was the icing of the black cake that was their death, and it was plenty enough to comfort him. However, he never thought he would receive so much hate and opposition for ascending on the throne at such an age. He had to fight and claw his way through a sea of spite-filled faces just to stay put, relying on his intelligence and talents to stay there. He had been trained very young to perfect the art of his terramancy. His father had gotten him the best tutors to teach him from even the young age of three. So he crafted and perfected his art, but as it as forced on him, he despised it. He much preferred pyromancy. The way fire moves and breathes, lives and burns. The perfect balance of life and destruction held in the burning cold flames of a fire. Secretly, he may be trying to learn it, though to all he is merely a master terramancer. He is also an expert strategist. Among his array of skills, he knows tactics, battle strategy, navigation, and how to utilize his troops till so they are all efficient. He also has skills in conversation, persuasion, and lie detection -as previously mentioned. Among his skills are also harp playing and singing, but he hates having these skills and so they shall not be explained further. And when the mad tide subsided, he found himself worn and spiteful and mad himself. He keeps it hidden under his well-crafted guise. The people want a reason to despise him? He decided to give it to them. He is the pompous, idiot little boy they all want. But at night, in the dark and the loneliness, he is tired. Exhausted. Drained of all his senses and his soul. Many times he wonders what it would be like to tear the mountain apart, fake his death, and vanish into another corner of the world. Somewhere no one can find him. Somewhere he can be at peace Lorelei has wind tossed black hair with a violet sheen. His eyes are red as blood and rubies and burn as bright as falling stars. His fair skin glows white as snow, and his beautiful smile tears apart many heartstrings.