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Lorelei Indergand
36 y/o | Human | 5'7

Description
"Wake up, sleepyhead. The wildest city's coming right up."

Lorelei had always been a bit of a people-watcher, and what better place to watch people than New Helle, where demonic influences have made even the stodgiest humans interesting? You had to either hate people or love people in order to make it as a decent beat cop, after all. Had to balance out rules and regulations with the messiness of playing nice with gangs. Had to take enough sips of a corrupting brew to be social, but not enough to be too drunk, to favor one 'brand' too much.

It was a lovely time, really. She was the sort of woman to move laterally, all so she could keep her feet on the ground. Started out in Section 1 to make her face known. Headed into Section 2 and learned she was handy on the wheel. Worked with a squad of door kickers in Section 3 for a while, before deciding that the whole 'tense situations revealed one's true nature' deal was a bit overrated. Section 4 had been a fun time, collecting testimonies, performing interrogations. The sit-and-stew, the hammer-and-anvil, the cookies-and-cream, the 'here's some McDonalds, oh whoops I mixed rat poison with the mayonnaise but I gotta keep you here until you give me what I want'. Ah, but Section 5? That had been an adventure and a half, rubbing shoulders with career criminals, pouring drinks for her superiors as they rolled the dice in VIP lounges. Eyes closed, ears open, as backdoor deals were made and human hands grasped demon hooves.

Didn't want to go to jail, of course. She spent the shortest amount of time with Section 5, moved on to Section 6 afterwards as a plainclothes investigator. Most of her colleagues preferred the hum of their computers, the chill of the server room, so there was plenty of opportunity for her to head out in their stead. Meeting with whistleblowers, lending a sympathetic ear to grunt-level accountants, occasionally engaging in the spy-movie theatrics of installing cameras or stealing access keys. The variety was great; her colleagues less so, the sort to keep the most interesting parts of themselves to themselves.

Oh well, onto the next.

...

Lorelei was just a bit surprised, really, that Section 7's chief had reached out before she had even updated her resume.

Maybe Armand wanted someone to work as Section 7 PR. Smooth things out between 7 and the other Sections.

Maybe someone had to do the paperwork, and no one else was willing.

Ability
Lorelei's good with people. She doesn't have an instinctive sense for when they're lying or hiding something, but she can get a read on their character, can figure out how to cozy up to them well enough, can say what they want to hear in the moment, even without thinking about it. Her social network is a wide one; there's a familiar face in every block, a friendly face on every street.

Of course, if it has to do specifically with the BPS, even more specifically at the lower rungs of the hierarchy, Lorelei practically knows everyone there. She left each Section on good terms, fostered relationships even after working in a different area, and gathered favours over the course of her career. Being drafted into Section 7 had somehow made those bonds stronger, sympathy arising from the fact that a grounded, hard-working, well-liked policewoman was now stuck in a den of psychos, nutjobs, and loose cannons who'd break laws as if they were strawberry wafers in order to toss a crime lord into the slammer. And it would be rude not to take advantage of such sympathy, if others so readily offered it.

On the more practical side of things, of course, Lorelei still has seventeen years of experience as a cop in New Helle, with all the soft and hard skills that it entails. She's handy with a gun, has had her fair share of riot suppression, knows her way around the installation of surveillance devices, has fingers a touch too sticky for an honest person, and possesses an eye for spotting supernatural and natural oddities. The amount of vehicle licenses she's picked up over the years (perhaps her one true hobby) sits firmly in the double digits, and less savory mentorships have ensured that Lorelei would be able to start any vehicle within a minute...on the off chance she forgot her keys, naturally. Whether a sixteen-wheeler, a limousine, a motorized unicycle, a helicopter, or a forklift, Lorelei can give chase with any vehicle, and 9 times out of 10, she can lock them down too.

The 1 out of 10? That's rocket launchers get involved.

Artifacts
Like the majority of police officers within the Bureau of Public Security, Lorelei is in a position where she never got approval for accessing special Artifacts or contracting with demonic entities, but also definitely couldn't do her job properly if she didn't have any supernatural defenses at all when a fire-breathing turtle-ninja started backflipping towards her.

Thankfully, the Talismans for Police Work training course only takes two weeks of evening classes to learn, while Advanced Talisman Theory took another month after that, while granting graduates with both the proper license, as well as the skills needed, to use and even craft talismans. A proponent of the laminated-tags system, Lorelei usually carries a small deck of them with her that possess the effects of 'warding', 'restraint', and 'explosion', for the tasks of 'cordoning off areas', 'paralyzing criminals', and 'breaching doors' respectively. Given a day or two, she could craft talismans with more interesting effects as well, 'storage' and 'transportation' being the uncommon types that Lorelei is most familiar with, but honestly...

...in terms of supernatural capabilities, her current colleagues all seem far more capable anyhow.

Connections
BPS Grunts - For the older ones, she was the bright-eyed rookie who always wanted to listen to past exploits. For the younger ones, she was the reliable senior who would always lend an ear to current troubles. Across the sections, Lorelei can always find someone willing to give her a hand.

Tristan Tokyo - The half-demon boss of a small gang up in Northwestern New Helle. Back when Lorelei and him were both younger and sillier, there was a bit of a romance that sparked between the two, the type that sparked from physical attraction and the allure of taboo. They parted on amicable terms after she arrested him on charges of murder and he left the courthouse with a successful claim of self-defense, and now occasionally meet up for afternoon tea when either of them need something from a side of the law they couldn't access.

Probably more to come...

Misc
Despite a long career with the BPS, due to a general lack of promotions, Lorelei has only recently moved out of her basement-level studio apartment in downtown New Helle, with the pay bump as a Section 7 Investigator being enough to get her a proper one bedroom suite on the sixth floor of a slightly-newer complex. She probably could've moved to a better place earlier if she spent less on clothes and accessories though.

While she's a touch busy these days, Lorelei is the manager of the BPS Women's Volleyball team, which plays in Division 2 of the Intercity Leagues. They used to be quite good, but after a car bomb crippled their best setter, a new team is being built around a promising rookie.

On occasion, Lorelei enjoys going to movie theaters to watch the reactions of other movie-goers. But her neck always hurts afterwards, so on those occasions, she visits the same masseuse she's visited since entering her thirties.

Every two weeks, she takes the Friday off in order to babysit her nephew, a precocious ten year old with dreams of becoming superhero. Lorelei hopes that the kid doesn't make a deal with the devil in exchange for 'superhero' powers...but it'd be interesting to see what his father does in response.
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