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Lottie's story is a simple one. She was born and raised in Arx to Alan & Maggy Parkins. Alan was a palace steward while Maggy maintained her own shop until her passing a few years ago, just as the rise of rumors concerning elves, magic and everything in between started circulating on the lips of the common folk of Arx. While there is some speculation into Maggy's death Lottie was adverse to the idea that any sort of foul play was at hand. Her parents had her and her siblings when they were older so it was no surprise illness alone could have been the cause of Maggy's death. While a great loss to Lottie, she carried on instead glorifying her mother's memory through her own gifts of Jayus. She is stellar in the kitchen. If the tragedy of her mother's death hadn't been enough, it was only a few years later Lottie was again faced with loss. Her soon to be husband, Iron Guardsman Taylor Leoni (yes, she was almost "Lottie Leoni") fell during The Silent War as one of the remaining Iron Guard loyal to the Crown and unswayed by Lord Everard Telmar. Another hit pushed beneath the layers of her ever optimistic exterior. These days one is likely to see Lottie wandering around town with a basket full of goodies for sale, but someday... someday she will open her own delicatessen. A dream which she has maintained since her childhood.

While Arx houses some of the most beautiful people in Arvum, Lottie more falls into the "what a cutie" category. Golden hair, wide-set green eyes, plush lips with a vibrant, dimpled smile and a button nose to fill out her features, Lottie is your stereotypical girl-next-door. She's pretty by many standards, but it's her personality that makes her shine. {w({nLottie's hair is carefully plated in a simple braid that falls forward over her left shoulder.{w){n

If ever there was an example of manic, Lottie would be it. Optimistic and exuberant, the little baker is a brilliant mind when it comes to her art and yet... is probably one of the more absent-minded people you may meet. She flits about like a hurricane of joyfulness for the most part, though like any high energy creature there is very little ground between being "on" and "off." She could be dancing about one moment and passed out on a chaise in the corner the next.