Lorelai Reese

Synopsis
Lorelai Reese has been a performer and a manipulator for as long as she's been cognizant. She got her start in Opera in the mid 1800's and hasn't stopped taking attention and glory since. Her embrace was an act of claiming by a Sabbat Toreador Sawyer Montgomery. It was he who groomed her into the Black Rose, a title she wears with pride and dignity.

Lorelai settled in Atlanta in the late 1800's, and began building both a name and a home for herself. Her coterie--called the Buckhead Garden--is comprised entirely of her childer.

Important Character Information

 * Maeve King's sire--their relationship is strained to say the least
 * Last Maeve heard of her, she had gotten out of Atlanta before the 2I took the whole of the city
 * Devout Noddist
 * Had contacts (read: owed debt) in the Giovanni that formerly resided in Atlanta
 * Was the reason that Maeve had the "noose" around her neck several months ago

Important Relationships

 * Maeve King -- Childe
 * The Buckhead Garden -- Childe
 * Sawyer Montgomery -- Sire; Deceased
 * Domingo Vargas -- Acquaintance
 * Jackson "Jax" Redfern -- Acquaintance

Backstory
Lorelai has been a performer, a manipulator, for as long as she’s been alive. She was an operatic sensation in the 1850’s, a rival to Jenny Lind, coveted by many a man in many a city. But none were quite so terrifying as Sawyer Montgomery--a Sabbat Toreador who not only coveted but had and maintained her attention. He embraced her, very much against her will, at the ripe age of 28 in 1852.

He then took her with him on his travels as he groomed her into the Black Rose. The deadliest flower in his garden. The most beautiful woman he’d ever met. She held his attention for a decade, the perfect and beautiful culmination of his best efforts. She killed him when he sired another to replace her in 1863, or at least that's the rumor.

When she found Atlanta, Lorelai settled in quickly. She made a home and a name for herself, and then began to cultivate her own garden. Only the most beautiful and unusual were approached and embraced. Every single one of them was given a choice--to live forever with her blood in their veins, or to die quickly with their blood in hers.

The Buckhead Garden is entirely composed of her Children. Though there have been a handful of kindred that have been released from her garden via the final death, but most have kept their seats well within her graces.

The most recent addition to her garden was none other than Maeve--and that seat was tumultously held by a few strings for the time she remained in Atlanta.

Blood Palette
Cold. Calculating. The feel of marble under hand, of beauty so cold it turns into a razors edge, willing and able to slice your throat at a moments notice. There is power here, and strength, but nothing that has ever been felt before. Rich, like that of old port or the best wine money can buy, something that goes to your head quickly but stays with your for days after. Nails biting into skin, the flash of fangs in the darkness, and the sharp deadly prick of thorns against bare flesh. This isn't a Rose---it's a briar patch---one that will kill you with a thousand cuts---and it's sheer beauty will make you thank it the whole time---even as you bleed out on the floor, drunk on the sensation