Description

Personality

Lottie is something of a social chameleon, capable of quickly gauging what tactics will most appeal to an individual or motley. She can play innocent and helpless with equal ease as playing hard and determined but in a bind. Those who interact with her true personality, as much as she still has one, discover a woman utterly hardened by her experiences. She kills and hurts other not only because it is her job, but because she enjoys it. Inflicting pain on those around her has become the only joy she truly takes from what remains of her life.

Lottie is not a cackling madwoman or moustache-twirling villain. Instead, she comes off as being very calm, collected and calculating. Her vocal tone tends toward dark and even (unless she is playing at helplessness and fear), and her pale eyes are incredibly hard and unfeeling. She possesses no ability to sympathize with others, and even those who have suffered similarly to her will fail to elicit commiseration from her. Instead, she may act even more heartlessly toward those who haven’t seen the truth of the world and grown a spine.

Equipment

- A wickedly sharp halberd.

- Various easy-to-transport tidbits in a pack on her back.

- Bandages in case she gets wounded.

History

She used to be one of the nobility.

This is how the story goes:

In order to make himself appear more important, a miller lied and said that his daughter could spin straw into gold. The king heard of this and called for the girl, shut her in a tower room with straw and a spinning wheel, and demanded that she spin the straw into gold by morning, for three nights, or be executed. She had given up all hope, when a gnomish creature appeared in the room and spun straw into gold for her in return for her necklace, then again the following night for her ring. On the third night, when she had nothing with which to reward him, the strange creature spun straw into gold for a promise that the girl's first-born child would become his.

The king was so impressed that he married the miller's daughter, but when their first child was born, the dwarf returned to claim his payment: "Now give me what you promised". The queen was frightened and offered him all the wealth she had if she could keep the child. The dwarf refused but finally agreed to give up his claim to the child if the queen could guess his name in three days.

And here is where it has gone awry:

She had never been able to figure out the name of that little dwarf. He took her child and cooked her up and ate the babe before her eyes while she was helpless to do anything but watch. The king, thinking his wife to have eaten their child, beat her mercilessly and cast her out into the streets.

The Wicked Queen found her, wandering alone, and promised her things...such calming, sweet things...and who was the poor girl to say no?