Luli's a weird name

...for an equally as weird girl.

• Harlot. That's the word you heard at least once whenever you and your mother went out in public together. Each time she would ignore it, act like she couldn't hear the hurtful things being whispered about her, to most she was being the bigger person in the situation. Yet you knew why she never tried to lash out at the nosy onlookers. Because they were right. Boyfriend after boyfriend, many men came into your life, some with better intentions than the last, some with worst, but none of them seemed to stay for more than 3 months. Each relationship started the same, with your mother urging you to be kind to the strange man that would now live in your home, sometimes they were even nice enough to let you call them "dad." It ended the same as well, with your mother crying and the man slamming the door behind him on his way out.
• You had always seen yourself as insufficient. Your real father was no where to be found, your mother was too preoccupied with her various suitors to ever give you the reassurance you needed. Your peers were mean, most took advantage of your docile nature or they teased you for your odd looks. They loved to poke fun at your mismatched eyes. Heterochromia wasn't the most rare physical mutation, but when your right eye is a deep crimson and your left is an icy blue, it's quite bizarre to look at. Lonely little you took the brunt of your peers bullying, their cruel words ringing in your head even after you were left alone, all their jabs seemed to be a critical hit on your mental, yet you remained strong. After all, they were only words, syllables formed at the mouth that shouldn't be able to scar someone so easily. Right?
• It wasn't until you reached the tender age of 14, that you resorted to hiding that putrid right orb. Terrible kids only grow into horrid teens. To them it was a mere joke, but to you it was a terrifying experience. A 16 year old girl from a high ranked family had taken to picking on you for mere amusement. It started out with a simple shove in the hallways, occasionally sticking her foot out to trip you in the halls, and slowly, it morphed into far more extreme stunts. Eventually, she had came up with the fun idea to corner you in the bathroom stalls with her 'lackeys' and a sharpened pair of scissors. You were never physically harmed, but the image of the scissors being so close to your eye, still haunts you to this day.
• It was then that you made the decision to grow out your bangs. You had hoped covering the striking crimson would allow you some moments of peace, and it somewhat did manage to help. However, the terrifying experience really seemed to do some damage on you. It was hard to even look in the mirror without thinking degrading things, sleeping proved to be difficult as well when all you could hear after you closed your eyes was the taunting voices of your peers. You found your solace in activities like gardening and reading, you enjoyed the calming sensation that nature had to offer. And as you grew and became older, you found yourself indulging in a certain type of poison that your mother drank almost every day. Alcohol has become an easy way to ward off your insecurities and loosen up, but you try not too rely on it too much.
• Why did you choose to join silvertongue? Wouldn't a gal like you want to be apart of the helios knights so you could be the hero you always needed? Pssh as if you had what it takes to join them. Well then what about the jester's den? Ahh even they are much too good for someone as low as you. Leviathan? Hah, you could only dream of being able to join the ever so mysterious dark horses. Silvertongue was your only real option, wasn't it?