Lieselotte Grimm

Lieselotte Grimm
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Alternate Names	Lotti, Wicked Witch of The Wist(eria Tree)
Species	Errant
Height	5'10
Age	42
Zodiac	Loathsome Moth
Family	Eisen Grimm (Brother)

"Etched in soot, spoken in ash, and writ inked in marrow! Come to bargain beneath the full moon, I see? Prophecy's pretty tricky, so is destiny, yet you wish to alter it, no? I've bottled everything that's ought to not be! For a price, it can all be yours."

Lieselotte Grimm is an errant woman from the renowned Grimm family. Affectionally called Lotti by acquaintances and repeat clients. Daughter to a legendary sorcerer, she often emanates a small green glow, flowing to her freakishly large weapons when held. People swear it that if she's in a bad mood the atmosphere turns heavier, the petals on her beloved tree falling when he's enraged.

Appearance

Lotti stands tall, with her hands deviously held behind her back whenever greeting repeat visitors who visit her home by the tallest Wisteria Tree. Her limbs are strong, as expected of someone who spends all day toiling by a cauldron of thick substances and pounding questionable hard objects in a mortar. There is a strange and eerie grace to her gait.

Deep black hair spills long over her shoulders, to her back. She often ties it up.

Behind her right ear are three sharp spikes protruding, made from bone. When asked, she explains "Oh, it's some obscure family tradition. You wouldn't get it."

Lotti's eyes are usually a faded blue, yet they sparkle and glimmer when entertaining guests. Like glass by candlelight, secretive yet all too knowing.

She wears long robes of an alchemist's, hidden beneath are stainless steel armor sets that she never goes without, alongside thick leather belts with vials strapped side to side. She does not wear dresses in any circumstance.

The Tale Told Over Tables

The time changes when someone asks her, sometimes it's years ago, sometimes it's last Wednesday. So mouths start running while jam is ladled onto rough scone.

"Don't mention her too loud, the Wisteria's in full bloom! A tinge darker and you'd know she's there."

Lieselotte Grimm, born under a strange eclipse and bathed in petals, as should any infant born by the Grimm lineage. An intelligent little thing she was, reading every forbidden rune and script that could stutter lesser minds into ruin.

The high mages warned her! That aether wasn't a toy she could brandish around. It was weight, and by the dragons' will, she was far too small!

Every potion she drank to study, every incense she inhaled, showing her lifetimes at once. Dreams were visions, and the smallest bead soon whispered into her ear.

Her smile was strange, like that of a painting's that moved when you weren't looking. Not wicked, just off. Wrong. They say fishmongers ask her for favors, too! Ohoho!

Sanity for mastery, all for a tree that endlessly weeps leaves alongside every potion she brews. All that power for ultimately nothing! Magic, in the end takes. Especially when it gives.

So do tell the small mages and witches that dream far too big. To watch the measure of their spoons and watch every drop to see if fire spills over the rim. For they are no Grimm, to bear the burden is to deal with an invisible, irreparable fracture.

"But anyway! The Grimms are old tales and older sorrows. Best we don't talk about them too much, it's bad luck!"

A few polite laughs come from the ladies, as the conversations about other things continue.

The light tinged Wisteria trees in the area sway and rustle, a small witch in the distance. It was quiet, and she was blessed by the winds to overhear. "Ah, no matter." She shrugs, her eyes glued to the wormwood nearby, it'd make a great ingredient for a potion. Gently, the basket of pastries sit under the thickest Wisteria branch. Her fingers brush the earth, and the cakes are fed to the roots below.

"I did need worm-husks for a super-special brew!"

Biography

Everything she gives, works. The price being too fair is what makes it cruel.

Trained in wizardry as soon as she could open her eyes as an infant, she was raised strictly alongside her brother, Eisen to read archaic glyphs and spells. In the opulent halls of the Grimm Manor, where the ancestors' portraits' eyes followed you around, and the family grimoires made your eyes bleed if you read them past certain pages, her childhood was quite normal. Yet everything changed when her once confident and starry eyed little brother lost both hands in a magical accident.

He was meant to be the heir to lead the family. But what could she do? She took the responsibility almost immediately, leading how the Grimm family always led; law and terrifying order. The iron-clad family known far and wide came with debts, pacts, and long forgotten agreements. Lotti of course, had to collect them as the only one who can.

Picking through magical hotspots far and wide for forgotten tomes and heirlooms, traversing lost vaults to pick up more and more relics for the Grimm name, knocking on each and every door to know the potions people to maintain power over their hometown, she became some sort of collector. Not of money, never money. But material things that filled her palms and pockets of riches unimaginable. All for her family.

Soon she collected immeasurable things. Emotions. Memories. Flesh. Truths. Time. Things that were hard to put a price on.

Slowly she became a little too strange, maybe affecting her psyche. People who knew her from childhood would say that the extreme magic had took a toll. The dark and tall wisteria tree in the outskirts of Eversun is where she resides after the previous Grimms died out, keeping watch of who knows what.

Her potions are horrible yet potent and effective. People don't just know her because she's a Grimm. They know her because she's Lotti.

Relationships

(feel free to talk to me if you want oc interactions teehee)

Eisen Grimm

"You call him "Grimes" now?...Careful of how you speak of a Grimm! Ah, but he's always been the smart, quiet type. Oh how the world adores clamoring in his ear!"

• "You'd think losing both hands would humble a man. But nooooo. Eisen became a godsdamned teacher with his own fancy hands and started talking longer. Real dramatic, honestly."
• "It wouldn't kill him to learn some emotions! 'Tis why I give a lot of mine, even in a bottle at one point. It's like donating to a very emotionally stunted charity with no one taking anything."
• "Does it really count as "running away" when I know where he is?"
• "...I hope he continues the bloodline. Since I definitely can't!"

Serenity Rosewood

• "Such a noble habit to be kind. Pity it doesn't suit everyone."

Fenal Kalefaction

"A pinch of rosemary, and a pinch of bloodroot! Cinnamon's a bit bitter. But it smells good, at the very least! Simple little things that'd make me see stars..."

• Burrowed a hole from her potion shop to his shop.

Dez Méliès

"Like afternoon's lavender and fermented honey, I know I should walk away, but a little more of a taste shouldn't hurt that much!"

• Also burrowed a hole from her potion shop to his shop.