Lenore "Lady-Nevermore" Eisert

=• Family •= Her parents were both Templars that worked under separate names during their service. Known as Anya and Jorg Eisert to the public eye, Anya was an English Literature Professor at Universität Wien in Austria and her father was a renowned scientist. Both traveled, leaving their laboratories and classrooms for the thrill of spreading their knowledge with the world. Each spoke at many conferences and rarely returned to either of their homes in Salzburg or Vienna. While speaking at the conferences though, unbeknownst to their daughter, they worked under the names of Mary Jacobs and Matthew Halverson doing jobs for the Templars. They were two great assets for both their brains and their brawn. The two were working together in Kingsmouth and in the mess of things had lost their lives attempting to save a girl that had reminded them of their own daughter in her youth. All three of them died.

=• Lenore's Folder •=

=• Schooling •= Lenore was sent to many boarding schools. With her parents busying themselves with their work, they found that they were not suitable to look after a child with the mass amounts of traveling they endured. Saint Gilgen - St. Gilgen, Austria Theresianische Akademie Wien - Wien, Austria Asheville School - Asheville, NC Saint Johnsbury Academy - St. Johnsbury, Vermont St. George's School - Cologne, Germany L'Ermitage - Maisons-Laffitte, France Her multiple schooling was not due to her parents' second life, but merely due to the fact that Lenore had "An affinity to ravens that was disruptive to the learning of Lenore, and those around her." Graduated with a major in Public Relations from the University of Cambridge.

=• The Templars and Lenore •= ...From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore… Is it a tad daunting to be named after the lost love in a depressing poem? Slightly. ...It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -  Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore… I admit it doesn’t give me much hope for the future, but what can you do? I couldn’t give you any advice, but I’ll tell you what happens: ...”Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he hath sent thee… You have nightmares about ravens. A screeching voice claws at your senses, reverberating off of the walls of your mind. “Nevermore!” It screams at you. …While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door… “Police,” said they. “Open up!” A tired hand outstretched To wipe the sleep from eyes Footsteps fall heavily along the floor Door swing open Pictures are shown Family Deceased No apparent killer is known. Shivering, quaking. Heart pounding, aching. Door creak and silence Alone Streaming water down cheeks Cheeks that had rarely seen a raindrop Now covered in the salty liquid. …But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only  That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.  Nothing further then he uttered – not a feather then he fluttered… It was that dreadful night that the very thing that had been haunting my dreams had stalked me out of the realm of fantasy and into the world of reality. I asked it a question and it thankfully did not answer, for if it did, surely I would have fainted. Just as the others before it though, the ones that had stalked my every unconscious moment, it called out to me in my sleep for days. Rather than the usual “Nevermore,” the raven turned to me with a stare as cold as ice and a voice that froze my very soul to the core. “Follow.” “What do you mean follow?” “Follow.” My bones were experiencing glacial temperatures. No matter how much blanket was tucked around me, I was unable to get warm. Three days I resisted, and finally on the fourth I heeded it’s call. I followed in the dream where it lead me to London. Frustrated, I turned on the bird. My screams were cut off then by a sharp knock on the door and I found myself rushing to get to it. A small letter had been slipped underneath, a red stamp with a white cross and circle had sealed the envelope shut and when it was opened a plane ticket came tumbling out. A ticket to London. I looked toward the bird that had sat in my window sill four days running, expecting to find that it hadn’t moved. That was not the case and suddenly I wondered if I had dreamed all of it up, but the single black feather that sat patiently in it’s spot assured me that I did not have that much of a vivid imagination. I was headed to London that morning. With no family to tie me down, it was an easy decision. Find out who these Templars were and see if they could solve my bird problem. …And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting  On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;  And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,  And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;  And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor '' Shall be lifted – nevermore! - The Raven by: Edgar Allan Poe''

=• The Ravens •= Ever since she was born, Lenore had terrible visions of Ravens. Many nights, her parents would lose sleep from her waking up in the middle of the night from her wailing. Being their first child, they chalked it up to her being an infant. They attempted to solve her problem with a night light, teddy bear, different types of cribs, but nothing seemed to do the trick. They took her to a pediatrician, but they could not seem to find anything wrong.

Her parents blew off the screaming. Their baby was perfectly normal.

When the girl started school, she never went for the bright hues of red and blue like the other children. She sat in the corner, keeping her distance from them, clutching the brown, black, and gray. When asked why, she simply held up a picture of a raven. The teacher applauded her artwork and tried to coerce the young girl back towards the others. She was unsuccessful and for the rest of days of that schooling year, Lenore drew ravens.

People blamed her mother for naming her after the poem, but even before she had ever heard it, the roaming blackness had invaded her mind.

From dreams to visions to actual real world appearances, the ravens have followed Lenore all of her life.

The why has always been a mystery.

=• Sources •= The Raven - Edgar Allen Poe Uniform/Doll Maker - http://hapuriainen.deviantart.com/art/School-Girl-Dress-up-v2-254916324 [] Saint Gilgen - St. Gilgen, Austria http://stgis.at/ Theresianische Akademie Wien - Wien, Austria http://www.theresianum.ac.at/ Asheville School - Asheville, NC http://www.ashevilleschool.org/?gclid=CNK3mvOpw7ECFQYQNAod3VoAIA Saint Johnsbury Academy - St. Johnsbury, Vermont http://www.stjacademy.org/page.cfm St. George's School - Cologne, Germany http://www.stgeorgesschoolcologne.de/ L'Ermitage - Maisons-Laffitte, France http://www.ermitage.fr/