TURNER, dolres elena

[DELORES ELANA TURNER]

DELORES TURNER

full name Delores Elena Turner
nicknames Lolita or Lo to friends, Lola to teachers and adults
type original
gender female
age sixteen
birthday april fifth
group popular
clique prep
grade junior
sexuality straight
occupation church youth organizer
face claim Emma Watson
alias dodi

persona
virginal, stubborn, flighty, bright, tease, coy, deceiving, demanding, sweet, innocent, mocking, challenging, frustrating, insecure, needy, caring, godly, hopeful, cocky, sassy, authoritative, hot-headed, temperamental, smart.

life
Delores was born in Ocean City to Richard and Mary Turner, the first of six siblings. Her parents are very pious Baptist Christians. Lo and her younger brothers have grown up happy any healthy in their home—the Turner house is warm and friendly. Since she is the eldest of the siblings, Lo always felt entitled to leadership roles, something that has stuck with her to this day. Lo fully believes in the religion, though she tends to be a bit more sassy and outspoken in comparison to other member’s of her father’s church. Because of this Lo often finds herself arguing and throwing tantrums when people don’t listen to what she has to say.

When Lolita entered middle school, she felt like she was the only one who didn’t know about sex. It drove her crazy, the way kids teased her, feeling superior to her. She hated not knowing something everyone else knew, so when it finally came time to take health class, Lolita drank in the knowledge. While she’s still considerably innocent (she’s only ever kissed a boy after all) Lo has prided herself on knowing all there is to know about sex, and being quite a tease about it.

From freshman year of high school, Lo was almost automatically made a prep. Even though her religious beliefs held her back marginally in terms of fitting in, Lolita had the sass, snottiness, and spunk to fit right in. She’s inserted herself pretty firmly into the prep group, sticking with her own kind. She spends most of her time either at her father’s church, or hanging with friends.



roleplaying sample
Truth be told, Astoria found it a little hurtful the way Blaine mock-flirted with her. When it had first started in their youth, she had been affronted, embarrassed, and flattered all the same. Eventually she had gotten used to it, and now they quipped back and forth like pros—this, of course, did not help the rumor mill at school. On one hand, it was nice to have someone constantly spewing compliments at her; these things do tend to help a girl’s ego. But as her crush developed it became more of a constant reminder that the chances of their joking passion for each other would never develop into the real thing. Still, Astoria continued to play along and flirt back, just happy to have the attention of her best friend. It didn’t bother her enough to affect either of them, but was more one of those things that she thought about while waiting to fall asleep, with an uncharacteristic frown on her porcelain features. It was one of those situations that were nearly unavoidable. After all; Blaine was unabashedly charming and impossibly handsome. Astoria was certain that most girls in their year were half in love with him; he was one of the few attractive boys that actually had that magical combination of intelligence and a gentlemanly nature. She often had to remind herself that he most likely did not feel the same. Astoria was terrified of the day that Blaine would find a girl he liked, and Astoria wouldn’t be able to deny the feelings that had developed—surely her jealousy would insure that.

Astoria narrowed her eyes, which had a characteristically mischievous glint in them. Blaine was one of the very, very few people who brought out her wicked, playful streak.”Are you attempting to inform me that all through our friendship, you have been plotting to win me over, Blaine? I cannot believe that you would make me wait so long to hear those words! So many a night I have gone to sleep wishing that you, in all your perfection, would admit your undying love for little old me! But what is a lady to do, when the man of her dreams is destined forever to be no more than a friend!” Astoria brought the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically, as if she was close to swooning. Grinning, she slipped hand around his arm, feeling the strong muscles underneath the thin fabric of his shirt.”My, Blaine, someone sure has been keeping in shape this summer! Who are you trying to impress, my dear?” Giving a quick nod Astoria continued, ”Of course I am hungry; I have been with little girls all morning, you know how they drain my energy. I do love each one of those darling things, but really I never remember having that much energy as a child. Perhaps I was always just more reserved…” Astoria quirked an eyebrow at her friend, glancing sideways, ”A surprise, you say? Oh, are you truly going to make me wait hours in anticipation? You know that I am terrible with surprises—I loathed not knowing when I want to know.” The young woman could barely tolerate being kept in suspense; growing up horribly spoiled by her family had made her rather impatient to get what she wanted (or at least know what she was getting). As they crossed the threshold into the dining room, Astoria cried out with a pout, ”Surely you aren’t going to keep me in miserable curiosity all day long!

Sitting down, Astoria thanked Blaine for helping her to her seat. She could smell the food and had to hold back from wiggling with excitement—she was ravenous and it smelled amazing. Her eyes widened at the dish presented to her; it looked just as great as it had smelled. Astoria grinned up at Blaine, ”Blaine, this looks incredible! You always have the greatest dishes when I visit…” Grinning impishly, Astoria raised her glass as well, ”To lunch with handsome gentlemen! Tchin-tchin!” She took a sip of the wine, mentally reminding herself to drink no more than this glass. She never took alcohol well, but loved the way it went perfectly with some meals. Never once had Astoria been even the least bit tipsy; she was honestly terrified of being drunk, though she’d never mentioned the fear to anyone. The idea that she would be even a bit out of control for a moment was very much outside of the brunette’s level of comfort. Looking down at her plate, Astoria fluffed her napkin into her lap, and daintily picked up her fork. Taking a small bite, the girl closed her eyes and hummed happily, chewing slowly and relishing in the mix of flavors exploding in her mouth. A small smile graced her rosy lips—Astoria was one of the best people to give a well made meal; few people appreciate great food as much as she did. Opening her eyes, the young woman exclaimed, ”This is wonderful, Blaine! Absolutely incredible!” She took a few more bites in comfortable silence, then took some more wine before adding, ”So, dear friend, tell me all about how you have been as of late. It is so strange to go even one day without speaking to you, I feel as though I have been missing out.”

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