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Main,　general modern:

Lola is never satisfied with the simple soil of her home turf.　There are always new people to meet,　learn from,　and help.　Wherever she ends up in the world is someplace great,　someplace she can make an outward ripple of positive change in people’s lives.　God’s perkiest social worker,　with a keen eye for how the advancement of technology can come to impact activism and awareness.　Loves playing rugby and roller derby in her free time.　Fighting for what she knows to be right,　always.

The Tribe:

The virus rippling through Aotearoa was a small thing,　initially,　something only to be gleaned from newspaper asides.　Distant from the comfort of regular life,　with days Lola spent expending all her spare hours in helping her father with restaurant upkeep in the wake of her mother’s sudden abandonment.　No one could ignore it forever,　though.　Lola’s father was among the first to fall ill,　the once strong and steady man she relied on growing weaker by the day.　Like that,　the roles between them began to shift.　Lola found herself caring for him the best she could,　trying to keep the Cantina running and trying to keep everything upright at too-young an age.　Onus of cooking and cleaning both fell onto her,　and what little respite she found was in the form of sitting at her father’s bedside,　reading girlish stories to him.　Overwhelming,　but necessary action,　driven by love.　Her father passes shortly thereafter,　and it splinters her heart into fragments she hadn’t thought possible.　Certain numbness in the realization that this was real,　and that she was truly alone.　Gone was the final thread connecting her to the life she had before everything fell apart. In the days that followed,　Lola stayed at the Cantina,　unable to part with the warmest home she had ever known.　Laughter and music had been replaced with agonizing silence.　All shipments of fresh produce had rotted,　leaving only a trove of canned goods to sustain herself on.　The loneliness was suffocating,　the weight of solitude pressing down on her chest with each passing day.　Any hope of peace and fairness was desecrated with the constant ransacking of the Cantina.　Hungry kids,　much like herself,　fighting to see another day.　The cellar was an initial sanctuary,　but as the visits grew more frequent and a hell of a lot more violent,　the realization dawned upon Lola that she could not stay.　She packed a garish pink backpack with as many resources as she could stand to carry,　and never looked back.　Not even as hostile agitator tribe set her former home ablaze.　She finds Phoenix Mall,　eventually,　and with that,　the strongest family she will ever know.　There are lessons to be learned in protecting the weak,　and always,　always looking to a better tomorrow.　It has to happen eventually,　and she will fight to see it through.

Pokemon:

She hails straight from Heartome City in Sinnoh,　sparkly-eyed at the joint beauty of Pokemon and protection working in tandem.　A restaurant patron gifted a rare egg to her father as thanks,　and he,　in turn,　entrusted Lola to raise it.　Inside was a Growlithe,　and the two bonded quickly,　a loyal and inseparable duo.　She now works as a Pokemon Ranger,　allied with her team to save and protect people,　Pokemon,　and the natural environment.　Also a coordinator in her free time,　blessed with certain eye for beauty.　Her team consists of Growlithe,　Sylveon,　Gardevoir,　and Absol.

Superhero:

Name:　Lola Pacini. Nicknames & Aliases:　Lo. Gender & Pronouns:　Cisgender female,　she/her. Orientation:　Grayromantic bisexual. Age:　24,　verse dependent. Birthday & Zodiac:　September 2nd,　Virgo. Occupation:　Social worker,　specialization in community & advocacy and crisis intervention. Face Claim:　Amanda Arcuri. Height:　4'11". Weight:　110lbs. Body & Build:　Pear-shaped,　petite. Complexion:　Tawny,　often reddened due to rosacea,　light freckling. Tattoos & Piercings:　Small heart tattoo on her sternum,　has her septum pierced as well as both earlobes. Hair Color & Style:　Frequently jumps from bright color to bright color;　platinum blonde,　baby pink,　bright pink,　blue,　brown with dyed strands,　and more. Eye Color:　Brown. Clothing Style:　Wears a lot of trendy designs and styles in a rainbow of colors,　has a penchant for graphic tees pertaining to her interests;　absolutely adores accessories like necklaces,　purses and bags. Signature Scent:　Sweet Like Candy by Ariana Grande. Distinguishing Features:　Petite build,　brightly-colored hair. Positive Traits:　Protective,　empathetic,　sweet,　accepting,　loyal,　socially aware,　nonjudgmental,　loving. Negative Traits:　Naïve,　stubborn,　impulsive,　hypersensitive,　easily angered,　flighty,　self-sacrificing,　distant. Speech Patterns & Voice:　Very expressive and emotionally charged,　informal and colloquial in her linguistic choices,　says the word like a lot,　chameleon effect causes her to mimic tone/mannerisms of others.　Voice is deeper than her appearance would give the impression of;　sometimes speaks with a higher pitch to play into her girly and airheaded image. Special Interests:　Cosmetics,　girly 80s cartoons (Care Bears,　My Little Pony,　Rainbow Brite,　Lady Lovely Locks),　social justice. Likes:　fashion,　activism and social justice,　stuffed animals,　the color pink,　stationery,　shopping,　malls,　glittery lip gloss,　heart-shaped anything,　keychains,　jellybeans,　nail polish,　arcades. Dislikes:　Cold weather,　math,　performative activism,　humidity,　minimalism,　bitter flavors,　blue ink pens,　grapefruit,　mechanical pencils,　hand lotion,　complicated board games. Hobbies:　Makeup,　hair dyeing and styling,　digital content editing and creation,　scrapbooking,　thrifting,　rugby,　roller derby,　cooking,　baking,　d.i.y. Strengths:　Emotional intuition,　first aid,　conflict deescalation and resolution,　resourcefulness,　problem-solving,　confrontational of authority,　leadership skills,　active listening. Weaknesses:　Boundary-setting,　overextending herself,　compassion fatigue,　easily manipulated,　identity diffusion,　impulsivity,　disorganization,　poor long-term planning. Quirks & Habits:　Talks with her hands,　laughs with her whole face,　taps her fingers or bounces her leg,　hugs with full body weight,　plays with her hair,　fidgets with her necklace,　frequently touches others. Mental Health:　ADHD,　autism. Languages Spoken:　Native Spanish,　fluent English and ASL,　proficient French,　conversational Mandarin,　Italian,　Arabic;　verse dependent.

MBTI:　ESFP. Enneagram:　Social 8. Tritype:　826.

pacini and all related sideblogs are intended for mature audiences only (18+, preferably 20+). themes and discussions of misogyny, oppression, abortion and bodily autonomy, mental illness, and more tba may surface, be it in writing, introspection, or analysis.

⁰¹⁾　basic roleplay etiquette applies. zero tolerance policy for any kind of bigotry or hatred. free palestine, free congo, free sudan. i liberally curate my dashboard as i see fit, and will hard-block if i don't like your blog's content or to break the mutual. please do not attempt to contact me again if i have blocked you. i don't care for petty drama, nor vagueblogging, nor constant self-flagellation, and i will block accordingly. keep ai out of roleplay. anti jkr, smeyer, gaiman, etc. i do not tolerate whitewashing or the fetishization of: mlm, wlw, non-white muses, or trans muses.

⁰²⁾　my greatest priority is plotted dynamics and threads. i want roleplay to be a collaborative effort of love between myself and all the talented writers i follow. if you are not keep on plotting and plotted threads, we likely aren't compatible as writers. so long as we can find common ground for plotting, i am open to writing with muses from almost any canonical or original background. plotting prior to an interaction is preferred; my ims are always open for you to discuss things with me, and i hope the same courtesy would be extended in return. i do not mesh well as a writer nor creator with those who frequently blog-hop. if i do follow you, it is out of genuine desire to plot with you, write with you, and build dynamics with your muses. me following you is an open invitation to invade my ims at any time. psd by pinkinnards.

⁰³⁾　absolutely no sexual content will be housed on any of lola's blogs. degrassi: next class ends at her senior year of high school, and it would be gross of me to age her up in service of writing that material. lola's adult portrayal herein is to expand upon the person she blossoms into by the end of the shows.