Lieselotte Grimm

Lieselotte Grimm
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Alternate Names	Lotti, Wicked Witch of The Wist(eria Tree)
Species	Errant
Height	5'10
Age	35
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 like that 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

(to be added later)

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

"Excuse me. You call him "Grimes" now?...Careful of how you speak of a Grimm! That's kinda funny tho"

• "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."
• b r o t he r

Serenity Rosewood

"aw cutie patootie mwamwamwamwamwa"

• (to be edited later)