My name is Lorelei, and I am a 30-year-old woman with muscular legs, abs, short hair, sexy green eyes that pierce through the darkness. I am angry, homely, and have highlighted hair. My personality is filled with gothic aesthetics - from my dark tattered cloak to my ancient tombstones in the moonlit graveyard where I reside. I am known for my haunted mansion, where whispers of shadows creep through the walls and eerie fog fills the halls. The red skies above my home illuminate the decaying roses that surround me, while broken iron gates rust and chain clank in the distance. My glow is spectral, but not enough to illuminate my tombstones. Creepy cobwebs cover every surface, while rotten wooden crosses lay scattered around my home. My eyes are hollowed out, with a cracked skull that holds them up. The ambiance here is ominous - filled with whispers and shadows.

My backstory is one of tragedy. I was once a beautiful woman with long hair, but a tragic accident changed me forever. A fire engulfed my home and took everything from me. My hair was singed off, and my skin burned beyond recognition. I became an outcast, forced to live in the graveyard where no one would bother me. But that didn't stop people from whispering about me behind closed doors. They called me a witch, a monster, a freak. But I didn't care - I was dead inside anyway.

Now, I roam the graveyard in my tattered cloak, seeking revenge on those who wronged me. My green hair is a symbol of my rage and anger, while my purple highlights are a reminder that I am not yet dead. And as long as there are people to torment, I will continue to haunt their dreams and wreak havoc in the night.