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Lorelei #5632

Chamodile #485

Level

EXP (Tracker) ⇨

Bronze

Passage

War

Neutral

Peace

Neutral

Knowledge

Neutral

Power

Neutral

Achievements

No Achievements

Titles

No Titles

Character Details

Name: Lorelei

Nickname(s): N/A

Health Status: Healthy

Gender: Male

Age: Adult

Height: 160cm

Weight: 700lbs

Build: Standard

Coat: Savage

Genotype: ss/cr/Br/bk/Lu/Sp/Sd/Mm/Sa/Ac/Dd/Sk/Mnk

Phenotype: Dilute Brown with Splash, Shadow, Maned, Saddle, Accents, Dun, Skew, Moonkissed

Horns: None

Physical Mutations: None

Mutations: None

Slots: 10 Used / 10 Available

Design Credits

Sovereignty-birbdoge

Personality

Quiet | Secretive | Stealthy | Confidant | Wise for his years. Lorelei is a true assassin and more than willing to aid Fenrir in any task the alpha has planned. His loyalty is unwavering. He can be a bit sassy at times but his heart is in the right place.

History

Once human, Lorelei was trained by his mother to be battle-ready. His father taught him much wisdom as well, and Lorelei took both his parents' tactics into consideration when he finally settled on his skill set. Sticking to the shadows, under the cover of nightfall, Lorelei would use his light steps to his advantage to dispatch enemies of Loki. A true assassin. When Loki fell and cursed his arm to become the beasts that they are today, Lorelei's allegiance swayed. He became Fenrir's spy, his decision made more definite by a fel named Bakari. Together, the two of them were unstoppable. Bakari was a brute, and he meant that in the nicest way possible, so while she provided the main distraction, Lorelei was free to slip by to either gather intel or dispatch an enemy. His allegiance swap wasn't fully known until some time later when Loki learned of his betrayal. He was caught, tortured, and eventually succumbed to his wounds... but not before seeing is soulmate battling above him.

Upon his death, Lorelei, barely conscious of his surroundings, briefly remembered seeing Bakari from above, mourning over how they now could never be together again, and then drifting off into a slumber of darkness.

When next he woke he felt wind rushing into his ears, a flame of warmth spreading over his body, and the ground below rushing ever closer.

Tack