Dolores Grey | Capitol | FIN

Dolores Grey is and shall remain the definition of youthful beauty. Cascading well past her breasts, her curled russet hair is identical to that of any twenty year old female. Not a single split end or grey hair can be picked from her locks. Her morning routine consist of painting on her ’natural’ make-up however it isn’t to hide the acne like the typical teenage performer but just a ’touch up’ of her already existing exquisiteness. Pale skin wraps around her robust bones, helping bring out the recognisable prominent cheek bones. Hidden within the layers of eye liner are her grey eyes, any onlooker is likely to get lost within them.

Filled top to bottom, her collection of wardrobes consists of the finest garments that the Capitol has on offer. Dresses of all styles and sizes, accessories and shoes to match with each one. Lining every surface in her room, the finest jewellery which is usually seen erected on her body like a priceless piece of art.

Satisfying her body with an assortment of unguents, youth does not arise naturally for Dolores Grey, no matter how hard she tries to deny it. Surrounded by attractive fledglings, Dolores must find every possible method to beat the competition that is slowly chiselling away at her existence. Tackling the wrinkles that try to march across her body, the odd grey hair that finds its way in her mane, Dolores will stop at nothing to remain young. Even though she is quickly clocking up the years, her appearance goes against the face that she sees in the mirror. However occasionally, the old hag that she fears to become is sometimes looking right back at her.

Dolores Grey is and shall remain, the queen of Temple Studios. Decorating every inch of her bedroom with mirrors, there is nothing else that she would rather do than admire herself. Having caught the Capitol’s hearts with an easy line, Dolores does not want to let the catch slip through her hands so easily. There is no better conversation to have with Dolores than one about herself. Even though the topic is usually on repeat, she does love to converse about her many greatest roles and how well her dress fits her on the occasion.

However when the attention shifts onto one of the many young performers that have infected the studios, Dolores tries her best to tilt it back into her direction. She doesn’t call it jealousy or envy, why would she be envious of the young juvenile brats? Yes they may be granted with the power of youth but Dolores will always be greater than them, she has experience that none of them will ever get. That’s what she tells herself anyway. That’s what she tells herself when the younglings get the lead roles and she is pushed to the back.

Anxiety is one thing that is hidden within the mounds of ointments and foundation. She can’t stress, or it’ll bring up the grey hairs. Plagued by mother nature, the disease of growing old. Dolores does everything in the book to tackle it. Visiting psychiatrists to find calming remedies so that she can sooth her mind when one of the young so called stars is cast into a role that she had her eyes on. Without that kind of care, she would likely ruin one of the girls and the chance of her keeping the lifelong contract with Stanford would be out of the window. She’d likely end up in the detention centre too. For maiming one of the girls is sadly considered illegal.

Born within the presence of stars , the whole ‘born to be a star’ thing really did suit Dolores well. Having a mother and father already well-known in the film business, the gate way to the industry was already well laid out for her. Her first role, she picked up at just three months old, playing her mother’s baby in a baby powder commercial. Her parents were both famous for propaganda videos created by the Capitol. One in particular being a twist on a well-known old fairy-tale, to suit the Capitol’s criteria. A burning justice building, caused by a rebel uprising, her mother being a damsel in distress, stuck in the highest point of the building. Riding in on his hovercraft, her father, a knight dressed in white armour came to save the day. Catching the woman in his arms, the video cut to the end like any other romantic film, the pair of them kissing with the blazing inferno in the background.

Soaring through her studies at school and having the odd acting job in between her schooling, when Dolores finally graduated, she became a full-time star. Working at the studios that her parent’s worked at,Walt Paraversal Bros. Studios, Dolores made her great break in a sci-fi adventure film. Playing a girl captured in a rebel base ship, she had to send a message in a little robot to be read by her saviour Hansel Singly, who defeated the rebels and rescued the poor damsel in distress. Having an insurance trademark to her name, Dolores was casted into the same kind of roles over and over and she loved it. As long as her face was at the front, Dolores would not complain even if she had to do ridiculous things in front of the camera.

When Dolores turned 21 years old, she met Mr. Stanford, the new front man of Temple Studios. Being the naïve juvenile thing that she now despises of when she sees girls that were like her at the time; Dolores tossed herself into Stanford’s grip and Stanford offered Dolores a lifelong contract at the studios. Finding her way into Stanford’s heart and occasionally receiving notes from him saying that she was his ‘brightest star’,Dolores’ acting career looked fruitful.

That was until the years went by.

Flooding the gates to Temple Studios, new fresh faces entered the industry, quickly taking over Dolores’ roles. Slowly, she is fading into the background, no matter how hard she is trying to fight it. Eventually Mother Nature will win the battle that she is trying so hard to succeed in. Noticing Stanford’s attention is turned to the new aspiring stars, Dolores is hunting down every possible technique to prolong her star quality.