Post by lolapitter on Jul 20, 2012 16:04:53 GMT -5
...Dolores Nova Flutura*
*The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'
'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'
'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.
'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'*
[/size]*The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'
'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'
'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.'
'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.
'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'*
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...basics*
name Dolores Nova Flutura
nickname Lola
age Sixteen
gender Female
grade Barrie Junior
hometown New York City, New York
sexuality Straight, but it's honestly a relative concept.
personification The Caterpillar
status Dormant
face claim Hannah Marks
...appearance*
hair color Messy, dark, hair that falls just past her shoulders. She doesn't put much effort into it.
eye color Dark brown eyes.
build Thin, with a slight pinch in her waist that girls have.
height 4' 9"
clothing style Skinny jeans and tank tops, shorts and midriff showing shirts. Her legs are long for her small frame, so she likes to show those off. And accessories: scarves, sunglasses, hipsterhipster.
distinctive traits Her bottom lip is much fuller than her top lip, and she tends to have this bored tone constantly.
...personal*
personality
[x] SMART -- Lola is intelligent. She has an expansive vocabulary and has a good amount of common sense to her name. However she doesn't try at school, because she sees it as unimportant. To her, there are way more important things to pay attention to in life. Testing peoples reactions to certain things tends to inspire interest in her, so she has been known to play a prank or two.
[x] TEMPERAMENTAL -- Lola has a lot of feelings. She's sensitive about her short stature. Like, incredibly sensitive. When she gets angry she tries to make herself as big as possible, including her voice. Though it passes over quickly enough, and then she's over it. Besides that, she is active in picking up for the underdog. When not performing a social experiment on her fellow classmates, she's getting them to sign a petition to not cut funding for intellectual clubs or art troupes for the all glorious sports players. She is the sort to loathe something simply on the basis of it being popular, ie: Titanic, Inception, any mainstream band. Mainstream man.
[x] STONER HIPPIE LOVE CHILD -- Lola won't do anything she deems unfit for her body. No meat, no refined sugar, no 'bad' drugs. She will smoke weed on occasion to 'enlighten' her mind, and she is active in meditation and yoga. Her favorite movies and music are indy, the typical hipster schpeel. Though, it should be known, when Lola believes in something, she believes in it. No questions, it is FACT! So, just a warning, never ask her about bologna.
past
Dolores Nova Flutura is unsure of who her Father is. She asked, upon noticing that she didn't have one, but the way he died has always seems to change with her Mother. It leads Lola Love to believe he's not dead, just a dead beat.
But her Mom was always there for her, and that's something. She got pregnant with Lola when she was seventeen, and lived with her Grandfather in New York City. But he died, when she was two, leaving the house to her Mother. Now, Mum Nessa is a strange lady, which may have something to do with her daughters constant seriously-bored expression. Anyway, Mum Nessa tends to be a bit daft. She just seems to flutter carelessly, accepting that things will always work out. And even though she's struggled as a single mother, it weirdly has worked out.
Lola grew up with a series of men coming in and out of her Mom's life. They seemed to always start out as tenants in the room Nessa would rent out. But somehow down the way, they found their way to their land ladies room. Quietly, Lola would watch this go by, with more interest than judgement.
Though very different, mother and daughter have always seemed to share and alright liking of one another. Mum Nessa was laid back in her parenting style, and let Lola find her own way. And Lola tended to Mother her Mother, tucking her in and making sure she pays the bills on time. Always with a sort of begrudging indulgence.
Mum Nessa's newest boyfriend is a fairly young son of a trustee of Baum, and with the help of some pillow talk on Ness's part, Dolores was shipped off out of The Bronx, and to the fancy dance school.
present
Currently Lola goes to school fairly faithfully, though her grades are nothing special. She would probably skip if she thought someplace was worth going, and has on occasion to check out a local Barnes and Nobles. Lola is only active in groups she deems worthwhile, and can show a bit of work ethic when she gets real passionate about something.
Like any girl, she's dated here and there, though nothing specifically special. She considers herself too much of a realist to think about love and romance with too much weight. Though that may be a cover to hide the fact that- for the most part- high school boys don't think sardonic senses of humor to be cute.
family
[x] Vanessa Flutura -- Single Mom, did it all by herself. Well, and a series of interesting boyfriends who started out as tenants in their spare bedroom.
likes
[x] Her 'experiments', which are honestly just little pranks.
[x] Anything weird or out of the ordinary.
[x] Her atari. Nothing like old school man. Though she'd be lying if she said she didn't like other video games.
[x] Her Hookah. Her name is Violet leBleu. It comes up to her knee and has four spouts. Its her treasure.
[x] Butterflies. She wants one tattooed on her wrist.
[x] Watching drag shows. They're fun.
[x] Contemplating.
[x] Mysteries.
[x] The color blue.
dislikes
[x] Conformity.
[x] Being called Dolores.
[x] Pop music.
[x] The Man. He comes in many forms.
[x] Drunk people. They're obnoxious to her.
[x] People who text when talking to you. Or say LOL/WTF/OMG in conversation.
[x] Abuse of the word 'like'.
[x] Romantic looking places. In the event she goes on date, she wants to be taken somewhere original.
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Alice in Wonderland
backstory The Caterpillar is a rude but wise resident in Wonderland. He gives Alice some advice, and berates her for not knowing who she is. Than he throws a full on tantrum about being three inches tall, all while smoking his hookah. Eventually he turns into a butterfly, and he goes away, leaving her some extra advice. I'd call him the sanest person in Wonderland.
...roleplayer*
name Lola
age 18
gender Female
rp experience About two years.
how you found ouac An add.
rp sample
It'd been a hot and humid day. Instead of the usual dry heat and lack of clouds, there had been more clouds in the sky then stars, and the heat had been stifling. With the day so obviously dreary and depressing, Penelope had headed down to the Greenhouses, where she felt at home and could practice charms, drawing, and brew potions where extremely fresh potions were needed. That wasn't to say you were supposed to be down there doing that, in fact, you really weren't supposed to be down in the Greenhouses at all. Still, Penny loved being surrounded by flowers.
Sometime after she'd entered, the five foot prefect had started drawing and fallen asleep. Her charcoal pencil and quills, along with all her parchment now were strewn across the floor of the Greenhouses. The blonde hadn't even stirred as they'd hit the soft floor.
What's that sound?
It was raining when Penelope came to. Her silver blonde hair was down around her and dry, in contrast to the rest of the world outside of her little Greenhouse. It was dry in here, and it wasn't set to rain until tomorrow. When you came down as often as she did, you started to remember when it was going to all start raining on your head.
Someone's talking...
Penny got up slowly from her position, sore from sleeping in a half crouching motion. Shorter than both the girl and man in front of her, she had to look up at them. The one, a Gryffindor by the state of her robes, looked soaked and, for lack of a better word, new. The other looked cold, and if she hadn't been mistaken...there was something about his look that seemed to dangerous. Silently thankful for the brace on her right arm and the trigger that got it into her hand faster than having to whip it out, she walked behind the Gryffindor.
"Oh, thanks for coming and getting me!"
Hoping that the girl was understanding exactly how wrong something was here, and would take their escape chance. After all, once they were safely away, she would be able to summon her drawing supplies up into the Ravenclaw Common Room.
