#pdoclatula

[x] How old are you IRL?

23

What character are you applying for?

Latula Pyrope

Why are you interested in this character?

I find Latula interesting for many reasons. Although we only get to see her interactions briefly in Openbound, I enjoy dissecting her personality and understanding what makes her the caricature she is. As one of my favorite dancestors, there is more to her than meets the eye. Reading between the lines shows readers someone who is trying so desperately to live up to a standard that cannot be reached. For me, she is entertaining and easy to relate to, and a joy for me to play.

What is your personal interpretation of this character? How would you describe their personality?

As I stated before, Latula is heavily invested in keeping up an image drawn for her by society. She feels like she must constantly prove herself to everyone she encounters. Whether it be through using ridiculous slang, showing off sweet moves on her skateboard, or winning games, she is always performing. Hiding behind the mask she wears is someone with insecurities, someone who holds  herself to a much higher standard than necessary in order to gain approval. In spite of all this, Latula is loyal to her friends, and has a caring and compassionate heart for other people. It is incredibly difficult to frustrate her or put her in a bad mood. Any negative feelings bottle themselves up in the confines of her mind, although this is not a healthy method of dealing with problems that arise.

A long time resident of Portland, Latula grew up in an average family environment that did not encourage or discourage her at any point. Often times, she felt the need to act out in order to make them truly react. Everything else was drenched in apathy. In high school, she noticed hanging with the guys was where she wanted to be. It was her sole mission to show them up at group hangouts, to prove herself at the video games they so often played. At first, she was terrible, and couldn’t tell what button or stick did what - why are they called a trigger and a bumper? They’re buttons! They told her girls couldn’t play video games, that girls didn’t stand a chance. She should just watch, instead. The humiliation from that day fueled her new goal: to save up from her job at a record store to purchase a console. She promised that she would prove herself worthy. Long nights spent playing first person shooters soon paid off, and soon she was wiping the floor with these idiots. When that wasn’t enough, when she couldn’t keep up with the guys and their skateboards, she taught herself to ride one on her own. Several stitches, bruises, and cuts later, she kept up with them. Even still, the jokes about her gender remained, but she pushed forward.  With all of this to worry about, she nearly removed her investment in school.

Latula is a social butterfly. In Portland, you can find her at nearly every social event. Oh, a party’s going on tonight, in the middle of the school week? She’s so there. Her studies tend to suffer from long nights playing beer pong and participating in drinking contests. She will never, under any circumstances, turn down a challenge. Perhaps this is why she has trouble focusing in her classes, or getting up for them in the first place. Although she is most definitely intelligent, she has never done well with the education system. She barely made it into Hussie University. To make up for what she cannot accomplish in grades, she makes sure she kicks as much ass as possible. 

What would be your character’s major or occupation? It’s fine to be undecided, and you can change it later if you like!

Latula has an undecided major, because she’s still figuring things out. Plus, she might be a little too invested in the social scene.

Give a physical description of your character:

Latula stands at an average height of 5’5” and wears a relatively thin build. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair and Caucasian complexion nearly makes the color of her eyes more noticeable. One might even say the color closely resembles a teal. She has always resented her freckles for one reason or another. While adults pinched her cheeks as a child, it was one of her biggest insecurities.

On most days, she dresses to fit the image she is trying to portray. Tight jeans, a zip-up hoodie, and a beanie are all a part of her day-to-day image. Who cares if this style ended years ago? It fits for her.

Give an example post of your character in this AU:

Bright. Everything is bright. Painful. Rays of light scream agony into her forehead, and Latula Pyrope responds by pulling the covers over her head. She will hide here. She will hide here forever. 

The alarm clock, however, has a different idea. It beeps loudly, making her ears ring. She yells into a drool soaked pillow as if it would make it stop. Alas, it does not, and she rolls out of bed in a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized t-shirt, shading her eyes to hide from the window with the open blinds. Present her was not happy with past her at all. Past her thought perhaps moving her alarm clock to the other side of the room was a good idea because it would make her get up for her early class. She’s up, all right, but she is not going to be happy about it. On her way to the obnoxious clock, she nearly trips over her skateboard, left in the middle of the floor, along with several text books, pens, and crumpled papers. 

Eventually, she makes it to the clock and smacks the off button. She has a half an hour to get ready and make it through the door in time. It takes a moment for her to begin hurrying along, and as she looks in the mirror, she sees the reflection of a complete mess. In minutes, she can approve of what she sees. Tired eyes wander back to the clock and for a moment she considers slipping back into bed. She can miss this class. There is a quiz today, but it is only ten points. And slowly, she finds herself inching back toward the bed, despite being completely ready. However, she freezes when she hears the phone ring. Upon answering it, she remembers who it is.

"Hi babe," she says nonchalantly, stifling a yawn and glaring at her bed for being such a damn tease.

The voice on the other end asks if she’s ready, if she’s planning on coming to class today, or if she’s going to submit to failing.

"No, girl, I’m totes ready. I’m on my way. I’m already there, dude, waiting for you to show up. I’m doing mad tricks just for funsies over here, got a rad group of people lined up and watchin’ me."

The voice says that they can hear her. That they’re outside of her room right next to the door.