Post by Lola Tyler on Jan 17, 2007 3:43:17 GMT -5
x The Basics x
Name: Lolita Ann Marie Tyler
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Hometown: Paris
Intended Major: Music Theory
Intended Minor: Psychology
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
+ Boys
+ Girls
+ Pink Polka Dots
+ White Chocolate Mocha’s
+ Leather
+ Stilettos <3333
Dislikes:
+ Boys
+ Girls
+ Spicy Food
+ Pick-Up Lines (Of any variety. They’re all f*cking stupid.)
+ Authority
Personality:
Lola is a sassy, sweet combination all tossed into one. She absolutely loves attentions and does nothing to avoid being in the spotlight, but at the same time, she loathes anyone who gets too personal. Or ‘fresh’. She’s very, eccentrically opinionated and anyone who doesn’t agree with her, she believes, just isn’t being open minded. A lot her carelessness has to deal with close-minded people. A lot of people just don’t see the broader picture and Lola absolutely loathes anyone with a closed-mind. She’s you’re saucy, feminist, with a bit of a sweet, demure intricate little twist. Speaking her mind has never been much of an issue, one she rarely thinks about. She just acts, without thinking about the consequences or who it might affect later on.
But beneath the saucy minx she displays so elegantly, Lola harbors a quiet fascination for music. A fascination that simmers deep inside of her because she’s been fixed to hide behind her layers of dubious duty. And honor. In a sense, she’s not being who she really wants to be. She’s mean, but not cruel. She’s hard-hearted and stubborn, but not necessarily vicious. She’s a bundle of confusion, really. No one really understands her, or can even relate to her. She doesn’t let anyone close enough to see the Lola beneath the exterior.
Past:
Lolita Ann was born to a runaway whore and a nobleman. In Paris, a birth of such blood was rare, if at all impossible. Noblemen were very careful on who they impregnated, but what anyone didn’t know was that this particular nobleman, had fallen for his whore. His bedmate. His lover. His friend. To take on such stature as a wife was surely a social withstanding, but Lord Tyler refused to forfeit his nobility, or his wife. By some stroke of nothing short of a miracle, Lord Tyler was able to keep both, simply, for the nine months Virginia was pregnant with little Lolita.
Lord Tyler gained a daughter, but lost a wife, in turn, losing part of his heart, but he still had a duty to fulfill. A job, if you will. Raising his daughter merely wasn’t something he could handle. He left it to his daughter’s nanny, Madam Collier, to take care of little Lolita, named after her mother’s middle name. Infancy and toddler years were the easiest for Lolita, seeing as Madam Collier had become the mother she never was meant to have, but was forced to ordain anyway. Her father rarely paid, if ever, any attention to her. When he did, it was on his terms, on his rules and only to explain her place in the family as she grew older.
She wasn’t a pureblood, so therefore, her social withstanding wasn’t as high as his child’s should be. As his daughter, he loved her, but not as his successor. Because her mother had been a whore. And her father had never been dishonest about her mother’s choice of profession. For a while, Lola, when she was five, deciding on the shortened nickname, believed it was her duty to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Since it was obvious, her father didn’t want her to follow in his, she had to do something with her life.
Living in Paris, at eleven years old, it was easy to sell her own innocence. Especially appearing as if she were sixteen or older. She matured faster then other girl’s her age. Her father had never even noticed. Madam Collier had, and had sound lashed her for her sins. In the time she was born, while it was still within the twenty first century, her family was still very old fashioned. Sound lashings over spankings. Terse comments over yelling. Harsh silence instead of disappointment. Lola was ignored, abused emotionally, sometimes physically, but never enough to allow her tears to fall.
Because big girls didn’t cry. Her father had taught her that.
At fourteen, she grew out of her stage of wanting to be her mother. Instead, growing into her body, an elegance about her that even Madam Collier couldn’t deny. Even her father, who had spent fourteen years ignoring her, was now noticing what a lady she had become. Elegance and grace, now she had a place by her father’s side. But Lola didn’t want it. Lola didn’t want anything having to do with her father or his blood. But there wasn’t much she could do about it until she was eighteen. Until she was legal enough to be on her own, she had to do as her father wished. He’d never even known about her previous activities as an adolescent teenager. Simply child’s play.
The world wasn’t as harsh as it seemed, but Lola saw everything differently. She didn’t have the same pessimistic views as her father, but at the same time, she felt very obligated to voice her opinion. Her father was very righteous in believing that women have a certain social upstanding they have to behold, and Lola wasn’t behaving as well as she should. Lola, with her stiletto heels, her black corsets, and lace skirts, didn’t very well care what her father had to say. He hadn’t had much of a say in her life before, why should she listen to him now?
On her eighteenth birthday, Lola escaped from her father’s house, becoming a runaway of sorts. But she didn’t stay in Paris. She stowed away on the next boat she could that would get her to North America. Her experience on the boat was what closed off her hard-heart for good, but Lola doesn’t like to speak of such degradations. She’s chosen to forget all about it, actually. Almost believing it never really happened.
Arriving in Florida a couple of months after her eighteenth birthday, Lola found Miami to be quite the lovely little town. A town, she knew she could very well fit right in with.
But applying to the University of Miami hadn’t very well been her first choice of where she’d go next… But with the money she had saved up for her, in her own separate bank account, Lola used that money to get herself into college, though she didn’t necessarily know why she was doing so. Maybe for lack of nothing better to do? Or maybe to prove she was worth more then just a runaway whore, just like her mother? Whatever her reasons, Lola is now attending her third year at the University of Miami, intending on majoring in Music Theory, since her undeniable passion for music has developed into deep stages over the last couple of years. Music has become everything to her.
x Sample RP x:
With the pillow over her head, she'd barely heard the knocking on the door. Her headache had been getting the better of her all day, and with all the girls gone, doing something else or another, Juliana took full advantage of the quiet dorm, not being able to bring herself to get out of bed. To put on a brave face and a smile and pretend everything was okay. She just couldn't do it today. Of all days. Despite the apprehension and the nervousness slowly building inside of her... She was psyching herself out. Matt would be here... tomorrow. According to what he'd said. Or... Her brows creased, slowly pulling the pillow off her head, moving to sit up, groaning at the insistant pounding in her head.
Combing her fingers through her hair, her blue eyes traveled the distance from her bed to the door, realizing it was simply too far for her to even think about getting her ass out of bed to make it to the door in time before the person on the other side came to the conclusion that none one was here.
"It's open!" She called out, her voice surprisingly quiet, even as she forced it to be louder to carry through the dorm. Dropping her gaze from the door, she almost just wanted the person on the other side to go away. She didn't want to deal with anyone today. Ignoring the strap of her tank tap as it fell off of her shoulder, Juliana took a deep breath, almost sighing, a hand lifting to rub at her temple, hoping to ease the ache that kept building.
Name: Lolita Ann Marie Tyler
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Hometown: Paris
Intended Major: Music Theory
Intended Minor: Psychology
x Digging a Little Deeper x
Likes:
+ Boys
+ Girls
+ Pink Polka Dots
+ White Chocolate Mocha’s
+ Leather
+ Stilettos <3333
Dislikes:
+ Boys
+ Girls
+ Spicy Food
+ Pick-Up Lines (Of any variety. They’re all f*cking stupid.)
+ Authority
Personality:
Lola is a sassy, sweet combination all tossed into one. She absolutely loves attentions and does nothing to avoid being in the spotlight, but at the same time, she loathes anyone who gets too personal. Or ‘fresh’. She’s very, eccentrically opinionated and anyone who doesn’t agree with her, she believes, just isn’t being open minded. A lot her carelessness has to deal with close-minded people. A lot of people just don’t see the broader picture and Lola absolutely loathes anyone with a closed-mind. She’s you’re saucy, feminist, with a bit of a sweet, demure intricate little twist. Speaking her mind has never been much of an issue, one she rarely thinks about. She just acts, without thinking about the consequences or who it might affect later on.
But beneath the saucy minx she displays so elegantly, Lola harbors a quiet fascination for music. A fascination that simmers deep inside of her because she’s been fixed to hide behind her layers of dubious duty. And honor. In a sense, she’s not being who she really wants to be. She’s mean, but not cruel. She’s hard-hearted and stubborn, but not necessarily vicious. She’s a bundle of confusion, really. No one really understands her, or can even relate to her. She doesn’t let anyone close enough to see the Lola beneath the exterior.
Past:
Lolita Ann was born to a runaway whore and a nobleman. In Paris, a birth of such blood was rare, if at all impossible. Noblemen were very careful on who they impregnated, but what anyone didn’t know was that this particular nobleman, had fallen for his whore. His bedmate. His lover. His friend. To take on such stature as a wife was surely a social withstanding, but Lord Tyler refused to forfeit his nobility, or his wife. By some stroke of nothing short of a miracle, Lord Tyler was able to keep both, simply, for the nine months Virginia was pregnant with little Lolita.
Lord Tyler gained a daughter, but lost a wife, in turn, losing part of his heart, but he still had a duty to fulfill. A job, if you will. Raising his daughter merely wasn’t something he could handle. He left it to his daughter’s nanny, Madam Collier, to take care of little Lolita, named after her mother’s middle name. Infancy and toddler years were the easiest for Lolita, seeing as Madam Collier had become the mother she never was meant to have, but was forced to ordain anyway. Her father rarely paid, if ever, any attention to her. When he did, it was on his terms, on his rules and only to explain her place in the family as she grew older.
She wasn’t a pureblood, so therefore, her social withstanding wasn’t as high as his child’s should be. As his daughter, he loved her, but not as his successor. Because her mother had been a whore. And her father had never been dishonest about her mother’s choice of profession. For a while, Lola, when she was five, deciding on the shortened nickname, believed it was her duty to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Since it was obvious, her father didn’t want her to follow in his, she had to do something with her life.
Living in Paris, at eleven years old, it was easy to sell her own innocence. Especially appearing as if she were sixteen or older. She matured faster then other girl’s her age. Her father had never even noticed. Madam Collier had, and had sound lashed her for her sins. In the time she was born, while it was still within the twenty first century, her family was still very old fashioned. Sound lashings over spankings. Terse comments over yelling. Harsh silence instead of disappointment. Lola was ignored, abused emotionally, sometimes physically, but never enough to allow her tears to fall.
Because big girls didn’t cry. Her father had taught her that.
At fourteen, she grew out of her stage of wanting to be her mother. Instead, growing into her body, an elegance about her that even Madam Collier couldn’t deny. Even her father, who had spent fourteen years ignoring her, was now noticing what a lady she had become. Elegance and grace, now she had a place by her father’s side. But Lola didn’t want it. Lola didn’t want anything having to do with her father or his blood. But there wasn’t much she could do about it until she was eighteen. Until she was legal enough to be on her own, she had to do as her father wished. He’d never even known about her previous activities as an adolescent teenager. Simply child’s play.
The world wasn’t as harsh as it seemed, but Lola saw everything differently. She didn’t have the same pessimistic views as her father, but at the same time, she felt very obligated to voice her opinion. Her father was very righteous in believing that women have a certain social upstanding they have to behold, and Lola wasn’t behaving as well as she should. Lola, with her stiletto heels, her black corsets, and lace skirts, didn’t very well care what her father had to say. He hadn’t had much of a say in her life before, why should she listen to him now?
On her eighteenth birthday, Lola escaped from her father’s house, becoming a runaway of sorts. But she didn’t stay in Paris. She stowed away on the next boat she could that would get her to North America. Her experience on the boat was what closed off her hard-heart for good, but Lola doesn’t like to speak of such degradations. She’s chosen to forget all about it, actually. Almost believing it never really happened.
Arriving in Florida a couple of months after her eighteenth birthday, Lola found Miami to be quite the lovely little town. A town, she knew she could very well fit right in with.
But applying to the University of Miami hadn’t very well been her first choice of where she’d go next… But with the money she had saved up for her, in her own separate bank account, Lola used that money to get herself into college, though she didn’t necessarily know why she was doing so. Maybe for lack of nothing better to do? Or maybe to prove she was worth more then just a runaway whore, just like her mother? Whatever her reasons, Lola is now attending her third year at the University of Miami, intending on majoring in Music Theory, since her undeniable passion for music has developed into deep stages over the last couple of years. Music has become everything to her.
x Sample RP x:
With the pillow over her head, she'd barely heard the knocking on the door. Her headache had been getting the better of her all day, and with all the girls gone, doing something else or another, Juliana took full advantage of the quiet dorm, not being able to bring herself to get out of bed. To put on a brave face and a smile and pretend everything was okay. She just couldn't do it today. Of all days. Despite the apprehension and the nervousness slowly building inside of her... She was psyching herself out. Matt would be here... tomorrow. According to what he'd said. Or... Her brows creased, slowly pulling the pillow off her head, moving to sit up, groaning at the insistant pounding in her head.
Combing her fingers through her hair, her blue eyes traveled the distance from her bed to the door, realizing it was simply too far for her to even think about getting her ass out of bed to make it to the door in time before the person on the other side came to the conclusion that none one was here.
"It's open!" She called out, her voice surprisingly quiet, even as she forced it to be louder to carry through the dorm. Dropping her gaze from the door, she almost just wanted the person on the other side to go away. She didn't want to deal with anyone today. Ignoring the strap of her tank tap as it fell off of her shoulder, Juliana took a deep breath, almost sighing, a hand lifting to rub at her temple, hoping to ease the ache that kept building.
