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Cao the Exiled
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ใ ๐ก๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ข๐ฒ: Lorelai van Buren || 22 || Female"Sorry, I know this is hard to do, but please bear with it. It'll all go away soon."
However, that's only what she's learned to show others and what she learned to become in order for the others to find solace within her arms. In truth, having been born in a family of undertakers has led her to face the inevitability of death with a casuality that's often unsettling. She's aware that she's lived a much different life than others and as such she rarely speaks about herself, for the sake of not dampening the mood of a situation. Nevertheless, it's true that the way she handles herself is merely a faรงade she has used in public for as long as she remembers, and her true self blossoms when facing the Elegies.
Underneath that heavenly mask one can find an empty husk of a person, someone who sees everything as futile and merely moves forward because it is what she has to do. Whilst she never backs down on what she has to do, it isn't out of bravery or courage and rather because she's always done what others haven't had the guts to do so. Her artificial warmth is soon discovered to be just that by her fellow Crowns and a complete lack of purpose is what's left beneath. Because, at the end of the day, Lorelai is a woman who counts every day as just another step towards her inevitable demise, a woman who's so fundamentally wrong that she holds no sense of self and, as such, she has nothing to strive for.
- Clean and tidy rooms
- Vangelis
- Bronze
- Mahogany
- Quietude
- Graveyards
- Dirty rooms
- Heavy Metal
- Fiberglass
- Plastic
- Crowded places
- Graverobbers
ใ ๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ธOne'd believe that someone with such a peculiar background like Lorelai would have an interesting story to tell about her life, but they'd be wrong in this case. As abnormal as her childhood was, in the end it was only natural that it'd develop like this. During her infant years, her parents made it no secret to her that people died in all sorts of ways, and they raised her in preparation for her upcoming tasks in the van Buren funerary home.
Whilst she was in kindergarten, she had already seen three bodies in her dad's office, being prepared for their own ceremonies. In elementary, her classmates raised a couple of eyebrows at how she likened the experience of dressing up a Ken doll with her dad's job. During her years of high-school, she herself had to prepare the family members of a bit more than a dozen members of the faculty, including a teacher who had passed away during her sleep. She took their cold, dead bodies, cleaned them with the same hands she used to greet her friends and helped them into their best suits and dresses for the funerals she also had to attend.
Her temper grew cold and strong as steel, and it was that which led her to accept so readily her fate as the Crown of Grief two years ago, and the words that retired Crown spoke to her once she had been approached after Lorelai had resigned herself to her fate. And, from then until now, she practiced and honed her skills, working either alone or with other Crowns, veterans or not. She learned how to support and how to attack with the same methodical tranquility that she had when her father taught her how to deal with the maggots festering within someone's loved one.
After all, she was wrong and broken from the very start. Death would inevitably arrive for everyone, it just happened that it'd arrive much sooner for her.
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โ ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ขCROWN OF GRIEF
- YET I REFUSE: AoE, Defense. With a movement of her hand, Lorelai summons a wall of tombstones that serve as a barricade. They're quite solid and resistant.
- LET YOUR WOES CONSUME YOU: AoE, Debuff. A red mist descends upon those Lorelai sees as her enemies, setting them alight and driving them mad with pain in order to turn them against each other.
- IF ONLY: AoE, Buff. The shackles weighing down Lorelai's allies shall be lifted for a brief amount of time. However, the sad reality of those deceased cannot be averted, and so one must eventually make due with these delusions. Other Crowns will be able to fight for a while longer as if they were in their peak conditions, wounds and energy reserves notwithstanding, but they'll be doubly exhausted once the effect of this steroid finishes.
- GROUNDED BACK TO EARTH: AoE, Debuff. Eventually, one must come down from their hopeful cloud and realize how the situation truly is from now on. Ethereal ropes erupt from the ground to bind Lorelai's enemies and pull them to the ground. If these enemies have a neck, these binds will target it first.
- NOW, YOU MUST MOVE ON: High-Energy. A single, weakened target is elected by Lorelai to pass on, and a fascimile of them is manifested with their neck on the guillotine. After five seconds, the blade is let loose and the duplicate is beheaded, which deals incredibly high damage to that single being.
โ ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ค๐ ๐ฑ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐คThe Crown of Grief manifests upon its wielder as the cruel reality of death and casts her in the same cold, lifeless shell that has become of her soul, the Crown itself becoming a spiked headband that pours its white mist onto Lorelai constantly. With a shorter hair more practical for the battles and pink, empty eyes that gaze as everyone as if they were already inside a casket, Lorelai has now become an iron angel of death.โ ๐ฌ๐ด๐ฒ๐จ๐ข
โ PLAYLIST โ SONG OPENING THEME Tanchiky = "Blackout" CASUAL THEME Sakuzyo = "Never Get To Heaven" BATTLE THEME Persona 3 OST = "Battle Hymn of the Soul" ENDING THEME FUZI x Mili = "Victim" MISC. THEME Vangelis = "Blade Runner Blues"
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