"A dance? What a charm you are... Well then? Don't keep me waiting, let's go, my little knight."

Warning: The path ahead is full of fame and drama, May the Silver Key Illuminate Your Path.

Basic Information:

Name: 'Lady' Sorel

Birthday: Feb 9th

Gender: Female

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 130lbs

Gnostic Index: 23.1421

Story:

The Primadonna of the Salon, the Red Mistress, the Rose Lady, Londinium's most dazzling Lustrous Pearl, these and more are names set to befit the most famous celebrity of the city, Sorel.

A silver tongue is the nectar exuded by this budding flower, and her fanatics are the bees and butterflies that flitter around her ever swaying petals. The world almost feels like it revolves around this woman.

The Salon is Sorel's forte, the most known and powerful of Londinium gathered in one mass to witness one of her awe-some spectacles,

Not one of the obsessed individuals cared to know of the past that led to the idol they believe in, leaving the past as ever mysterious. Yet it was until her latest performance that really hooked people into her private life.

The greatest spectacle ever pulled by a person in all of history, a resurrection. Hundreds saw with the naked eye just how it was that she fell to her death from her own Salon, each could say with certainty that she was no longer. Conspicuously, some couple of weeks after the funeral, the Primadonna had reappeared in the eyes of the common. So now even the most bitten can't help but admit her extravagance.

Because, even if her character is condemned by the world and her hands bleed from the cuts of the crown, she will never relinquish the power she has embraced.

"Don't shy away. As the hostess, it is my duty to ensure that every guest is satisfied."

-Sorel