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Description
162 cm (5' 4")/66 kg (143 lbs); 17 (240)/Female
Blue and green eyes/Red-tinged blonde hair, usually pulled back in a high ponytail or pigtails. Her bangs frame her face and the shorter part is straight cut. Her clothing is stylish and made to show off her figure and rather abundant chest.
Personality
Lorraine is known for her happy outlook on life. While working as an Exorcist has dampened her spirits somewhat, she is still fairly optimistic. She constantly pokes fun at her 'older brother' and still speaks with a slight French accent.
Equipment
Lilith, a twenty-foot razor chain with a sickle on one end and a weight on the other. The sickle can be pushed into its handle to make a grip. Silver chain with ivory accents and a black handle.
History
Lorraine drowned at the age of 17 attempting to save Theodore, who is already technically dead, from a morgen. She came to on the river bank, not even slightly wet, with a dripping wet Theodore sitting beside her, binding up the morgen. In her fright, she started screaming, running towards the closest human to her - a rescue worker who was dredging the lake for her body. The shock of finding she was dead in such a manner gave her hysterics, though she soon came over it under Theodore's care, who was charged with taking care of her in an attempt to get her to pass over. She decided to become an Exorcist after spending a while with Theodore, seeing the work he was doing first hand. When she graduated from the Academy, Theodore took her on as his pupil.
Lorraine Jennings scowled as she entered the bar, walking backwards haphazardly as argued with her co-worker. "Just DROP it already!" she snapped, emphasizing her frustration with agitated movements of her hands.
Lorraine Jennings stopped abruptly, her face frozen in a mask. In a tone dripping with acid, she said, "Don't you think I KNOW that? Finding more shards of Lilith's soul will be easy with the one I already have. If we get enough - "
Lorraine Jennings threw up her hands in exasperation, not even caring that the tear in her shirt exposed some of her ample chest. "At this rate, NONE of us will live another decade! This way, at least, I can protect Ben better!"
Lorraine Jennings shook her head violently. "Better me than him! I'm going to Hell anyways - I don't want to have any regrets," she said, trying desperately to make him understand. "And if he gets hurt, or dies when he's so young - " She broke off, choking on tears. "I just can't let that happen, Richie."
Lorraine Jennings sighed, one hand to her forehead as she shook her head. "Without Teddy . . . Teddy would have a better plan. But . . . " she trailed off, taking one of his hands in her own and leaning closer to him. In a voice barely above a whisper, she continued, "But I'm not him, and he's not here. This is the best I can do. Maybe, if everything goes smoothly, I'll be able to rescue him and stop using the shards before they damage me too much."
Lorraine Jennings sighed, taking his hand in both of hers. In a pleading voice, she said, "Please understand. I can't let anything happen to him, Richie. I've had years, centuries to live out my life. He hasn't."
Lorraine Jennings swallowed. "But I can't do it without you. I know that . . . that I might end up corrupting faster than I expect. If that happens . . . " She gazed deep into his eyes, desperate for him to understand her unspoken request.
Lorraine Jennings sighed in relief, squeezing Richard's hands in thanks. "Thank you," she whispered, smiling softly. "You've been such a great friend all these years, Richie."
Lorraine Jennings blinked in confusion. "Richie? Is everything all right?" she asked in concern, head tilted slightly to the side.
Lorraine Jennings smiled sadly. "Yes, that . . . " she said sadly. Leaning forwards, she placed a hand on the side of his face. "I'm sure that something will happen. Ben could learn how to use the Azoth."
Lorraine Jennings 's eyebrows furrowed. "Richie? So close to what?"
Lorraine Jennings frowned. "I've known you too long to not be able to tell when you're lying. Tell me, Richie - what did you mean by being 'so close'?"
Lorraine Jennings shook her head. "Richie, you don't have to feel nervous around me. But you know how curious I am," she said, her smile slightly wider than normal - a sure sign she was concerned.
Lorraine Jennings tilted her head to the side, eyes slowly widening as she comprehended what Richard was saying. Her hand dropped from his face in shock and, in an attempt to cover it up, she fiddled with her shirt. "Oh, um, Richie, I - " she stammered before clearing her throat and staring at the table in front of her self. Looking up through a screen of hair, she quietly said, "I didn't know that you . . . felt that way about me."
Lorraine Jennings stood. "I'm - I'm just . . . confused," she admitted, fussing with her shirt. She suddenly felt uncomfortable in the revealing clothing she wore, not because she suddenly realized how much it showed off, but because she realized that Richard - who had had feelings for her for who knew HOW long - must have been more than a little hurt by her attire. "If I had known, back before . . . I don't know when, well, maybe we would have been together, but . . . I'm with Ben now, Richie. And I don't think that's going to change."
Lorraine Jennings sighed, stopping herself from putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Instead, she let it fall to her side. "I'm sorry. I have to go," she whispered. With that, she turned on her heel and left the bar in a near run, mind reeling from Richard's revelation.
Lorraine Jennings entered the bar, stumbling a bit over the threshold. Her clothes were in disarray, dishevelled with burn marks and tears all over them. But she was rather pleased despite the pain she was in, for she had gotten the fragment she had been after - a shard of Lilith's very soul. For now, she held it close to her in a ornate vial designed to keep others from sensing it. So focused was she on finding a seat to collapse into that she didn't notice that she sat right next to Richard until she glanced to her side, staring him right in the face. "Richie?" she gasped, eyes wide.
Lorraine Jennings held up the vial in answer, meeting his eyes only briefly. "I did," she said, a bit of triumph in her voice despite herself. "I just came here for a rest before I absorb it."
Lorraine Jennings frowned. "I'm going through with it - how much have you drunk?" she exclaimed, her voice going up a bit more than normal as her eyebrows came into a peak together. "Your words are slurred."
Lorraine Jennings sighed, closing her eyes. "Is this because of yesterday? . . . " she asked, her grip tightening on the vial out of anger - not at Richard, but her own insensitivity.
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