BANCROFT, LORELEI

[LORELEI BANCROFT]

BANCROFT, LORELEI


hello, my name is VERITY and i am
19 years of age. i come
from the UNITED STATES and my timezone
is MST. lucky me!


- before our innocence was lost,

name; Lorelei Bancroft
age; 18
physical age; 18
gender; female
sexuality; bi, with a leaning towards Lesbian
hometown; Rochester, NY
race; werewolf

Worth noting: This is an adoption from the canons board.

- you were always one of those,

likes;
= old movies
= jazz music
= reading
= spicy food
= being warm (usually she runs very, very cold)
= collecting things no one else collects
= finding old places to explore
= museums
= crosswords (including the hard ones on Saturdays)
= sleeping
dislikes;
= mushrooms
= crowds
= arrogant people
= watching the news
= being talked down to
= gold jewelery
= public restrooms
= fish, dead or alive
strengths;
= good writer
= fantastic listener
= observant
= creative
weaknesses;
= She has a moderate anxiety disorder that has never been diagnosed, and has trouble operating socially because of it. She does not like meeting new people and will sort of close in on herself and stop functioning, especially if pushed. See her history for details on how this might have developed.
= Doesn't do well in maths or sciences and is particularly intolerable at foreign languages
= Since she's never been in a relationship, her behavior around people who she is attracted to is, well, almost ridiculous. You'd think she'd never spoken aloud before.
= To say that she is clumsy would be an absolute understatement. She can't go a day without breaking things, regularly trips and won't use glass items because the inevitable carnage is pretty sad for the dishes
= Under extreme duress, will develop a stutter
= Is near-sighted. Usually wears contacts, but prefers her glasses

secrets;
= Her family doesn't exactly know she's a werewolf. How does that work? Well, page down a bit and read her history. It's a rather sordid affair.
= It's not really a secret, but she's never been in a relationship. She doesn't go around advertising the fact, though, so it gets tucked into this section.
= She has a crescent moon tattooed over her left hip. She got it during her stay in Romania. Nobody knows.
family;
= Mother: Caterine Smith-Bancroft
= Father: Samuel Bancroft II
= Brother: Samuel Bancroft III [deceased]
= assorted family all over the place--no one else is close to their immediate family

- blessed with lucky sevens,

personality;
Despite her past, Lorelai clings to her innocence. She doesn't know much about anything at all, outside of her books and her movies. She's so timid it's almost ridiculous, not functioning well in group situations or even one one one. In total opposition to that last fact, she desperately craves acceptance and will bend over backwards to get it. She has to be the best at everything, and can get physically sick when she feels as though she has failed.

Lorelei has gets nervous before everything. If she had her way she would spend the rest of her life curled up in bed, among all of her pillows, for the rest of her life. Preferably with a novel. Probably a romance. She's the type of hopeless romantic who would tumble into an abusive relationship head first if it would get her a single drop of affection.

Her distrust stems from the Romanian incident (see below). It centers mostly around arrogant and powerful men. She also has a natural distrust of confident women. That probably has something to do with her mother.

Physical contact makes her flinch.

All in all, think of the classic kicked dog. You can keep right on kicking it, but if you offer it a pat on the head it'll come right back to your bootheel. Every. Single. Time.

history;

It's hard to explain her personality without knowing a bit about where she comes from. Lorelai was born in a massive mansion Yonkers, New York. She was the seconds child, perfectly planned to come twenty-seven months after the first born son. Later plans to round out the family failed, largely due to Caterine Smith-Bancroft's increasingly 'fragile' health.

So the picture perfect family went about their picture perfect lives. Samuel Bancroft the II ran a prestigious law firm in New York City. His wife ran the household, or did when she wasn't lying down with a case of the 'nerves'. Their son was given the best schooling in all the traditional manly arts, including fencing and riding. For their daughter it was cotillions and embroidery. It seemed as though everyone was happy.

And then shit hit the fan. Father came home to find Mother in the throes of a nervous fit...with the gardener and his helper. Samuel Bancroft the III committed suicide at his boarding school in California. The portrait over the fireplace was taken down and never replaced.

This occurred when Lorelei was sixteen. Over the next two years her life became a series of increasingly tense dinners, Father at one end of the table and Mother in the middle. She was their go-between, the personal whipping boy for both of their pent up aggressions. Years of living in a passive aggressive relationship apparently does wonders. Since divorce was off the table (can you imagine the scandal?) the Bancrofts seemed to continue their basic functioning.

Complete with total and utter misery.

It finally seemed like Lorelei was to have her respite. A two week trip to Romania would be the perfect escape. She had gotten a scholarship through her high school and had chosen to visit Eastern Europe because of her interest in its cultural history (and she would phrase it exactly that way). During the home stay portion of the stay something went horribly awry paper work wise and she ended up virtually homeless in a foreign country. Her parents wanted to pay for her to come home immediately. Determined to make the best of it (and do something autonomous for once in her life), she arranged to work in a local pub for a nice old woman.

Except things didn't work out as planned. The local pub was a shady night club and the owner was not a little old lady but a young (looking) gentleman with less than charitable means.

The first night there he made a rather licentious offer. The second night there he grabbed her ass. The third night there he broke the lock on her door, raped her and (what is perhaps the most important point in this story) bit her.

And that's how Lorelei became a werewolf.

Her creator--as it were--was not entirely unkind. By the laws of his Pack he was forced to ensure her future prosperity. Lorelei extended her 'foreign studies' and learned how to deal with this new element of her existence. The ultimate product of all this is her enrollment in Mystic Reform. The Pack refused her entrance, and her parents wanted her to go on to 'greater things'--whatever that meant. With relatively little fuss things were arranged to everyone's satisfaction, and Lorelai ended up here.

- and the voice that made me cry,

roleplay sample;

She eyed her room in the way that newcomers usually do--starting with the view from the door, she casually appraised it floor to ceiling. She looked out the window. She checked out the closets. She sat on the bed and opened the door to the adjoining bathroom. Apparently the bedroom on the other side was empty for now. She hoped it stayed that way a long time.

Lorelei began unpacking, in a regimented way that would have made most high school age girls blink. The clothes were color-coded. Winter things were tucked under the bed and out of the way. Books, all thirty three of them, were arranged by author. Toiletries went in their proper places. Only after all these mundane tasks were completed could she sit down and give herself a moment.

One deep breath. Two deep breaths. Three deep breaths. Remove letter from where she had placed it on the provided desk. Open the seal, recognized her mother's handwriting. Put it down for a long moment. Picked it back up.

Dear Lorelei,

She set it back down and rearranged her books. It was hard not to think about home whenever letters had to be read. Well, to be honest, it was hard not to think about the mansion in Yonkers. Home was a more liquid state, one Lorelei hadn't been able to solidly define since she was sixteen. She went back to the letter when the clock told her too much time was passing. Best to bite the bullet and get it over with.

Dear Lorelei,

Your father and I are pleased you decided to continue your education at such a highly ranked school. I admit that none of our colleagues have heard of it, but I'm sure you have chosen well.

Oh, the derision Caterine could work into every syllable of every word.

Your father and I have arranged a small allowance for you, since you attained a scholarship.

A scholarship paid for by the Romanian Pack. They gave her a lump sum and told her that once she'd come to terms with things she'd be fine. Don't come back to Romania.

Do well.

Or else.

Sincerely,

Caterine Smith-Bancroft

It never failed to make her stomach turn just a little bit. Lorelei read it over a few more times to see if she could glean any amount of affection out of it. Failing, the short New Yorker stood up and put the letter back on the desk. She took a long look at herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door.

Short. Grey eyes. Mouse brown hair. A crescent tattoo on her bony hip that nobody knew about but her. She tried to decide if jeans and a sweatshirt made a good first day impression. Tried to ignore the rising bile in her throat as she thought about going to classes the next day. Laid out her clothes. Slipped between the cool sheets.

And tried to sleep through the misery of her anxieties.

[OOC Questions] Where exactly is the school located? And what type of werewolves does the site expect: change on the full moon wolves? Or more like the shapeshifter kind? I left out reference to it because I wasn't entirely sure what all she could do. I know, I'm annoying. ^_^ But I think your site is just so awesome...I couldn't resist drawing up an application even without having all questions answered. Please let me know if I made any mistakes!

- it's a song to say goodbye.

ok, so this application was made by kirstie.
if you steal it she'll get very cross, because
she hates making these things. don't remove this
credit, either. ok? ok.