Lola BANE - D2 - Finished

Personality

When their own family disregards the fighting spirit, it is the child that must spread their own wildfire. Even in a life of depravity from anything other than thick bread and good salad, Lola knew that the most valuable commodity was raw talent bred in the shadows of gym bags and the sweats of training. She bruised herself regularly as a child. So much so that it became the questioning of her peers in the classroom that made her parents realise she was becoming uncontrollable. They didn’t dare try to tame her.

After they had looked past the fierce ignorance of their existence that Lola seemed to carry, those peers would become her friends. She liked them. They had good banter, and laughter is a lifejacket. Lola gathered her friends close in number, and soon became what she hoped to be; She was an icon within her class. It made her realise that she could become anything if she tried hard enough, even if they did think she had the devil inside of her.

Cleansing herself of negativity, the teenage Lola grew bitter for not gaining access to the Hunger Games. Her sass evolved with a coating of wit that protected her from the most fearsome of competition. She could challenge anybody she wanted with her mouth, and with her sword, she could pummel their whimpering into submission. It spurred from a blatant disapproval that her family wouldn’t ever have trained her themselves. She became the ultimate warrior in terms of offense, but never learned to protect herself or those around her.

Appearance

If a bee didn’t have stripes, they would be flies with anxiety issues. Not only did Lola refuse to be a fly, but she dressed like a wasp. Not striped but formidable. Tightness to reveal her physicality and stylish to encourage her ego; She had to look good while kicking arse. It carried into her mannerisms: What kind of fighter walks without purpose? She doesn’t pretend to by anything she isn’t, so her stride matches her bone structure – strong and pristine. Calculated movements are her forte. Not only does she analyse hers, but those around her, too.

Her smile is corrosive to any bad vibe. Teeth like clouds, she compliments them with her own custom variety: Lipstick. Warpaint for the feminine form, and something that she often has entire control of. Thinking of a portait of a prestigious monarch would never go amiss when thinking of Lola’s painting skills. It may only be her eyes and lips that acquire the priviledge of added beauty, but the difference is incalculable.

History

Her parents excessively excluded her from family interactions. Family was determined by those who had passed eighteen. Horrifying to imagine, but practical to practice – no emotions could strike the family should their children perish in the Games. It was that which they focussed their lives around, the killing of children. To do this without guilt, they would have no part in it, forging the worst kinds of killers in their family. The Bane legacy was rought with veterans of the blade, spear and bow – but none quite like Lola. She had class.

She would come home to the usual greetings: Hi. How was class? Dinner is on the table. That’s where it ended. Her real relationships were external, and she would be welcomed into the family once she had volunteered for the Games and had returned triumphant as a victor. The riches would boost the family high, and she would have earned her place within their midst.

Her bedroom was an isolated section of the house. Imagining a kitchen with a sidedoor for the garage would not be too far from the truth. Within was evidence of her personality. Regimented posters baring sketches of combat forms. Various pieces of artwork that would likely be forbidden should Peacekeepers find them – nothing raunchy – her goal was to make murder seem attractive. That way, she would find solace in performing it without mercy.