Character Name:
Lola Eleanor Bean.
Character Age:
24
Character Appearance:
Lola Bean is just Lola Bean; with dark hair usually run through with a flat-iron to get the unusual kink of wayward curl free from the coil-y bound waves of frizzy hair-hell, decorated by grown out highlights, giving the improper illusion of naturally, sun-kissed hair. Big hazel eyes, rimmed by thick lashes and dark-circles, exposing the sullen exhaustion of a long night prior to being woken by a slew of birds outside a bedroom window before the sun can meet those grassy hills of morning.
Lola Bean's pride and joy are her eyebrows, though anxiety provokes her to pluck the tiny hairs into a shape that sometimes makes it seem like she's asking you a silent question, her least favourite is the splash of uneven freckles that dot her cheeks and nose. She has no real reason for it, she just does and sighs when she finds a new one every summer.
Lola Bean is of average height and size, she wasn't meant for Hollywood, all though the dream lingered like the sour aftertaste of burnt coffee.
Character Gender:
Female.
Family Relations:
Rachel Bean: Missing, assumed deceased.
Katherine Bean: MIA.
Father-Unknown: Deceased.
Character Personality:
Lola Bean, a former Toddler in Tiara turned Beauty Queen, the retro drab queen of the trailer park and the sassiest sass-muffin on the block. More painted then a celeb-u-taunt during the Oscars; a woman not afraid to file her perfectly done manicured nails into claws. Born and raised with little but always dreamt of more, vanity isn't just skin deep, it's right down to a Starbucks groomed soul.
Lola Bean is a survivor, morality can be questionable at the best of times and with an unusual love for the colour pink she follows the mantra of the three F's, a tough cookie with a soft middle.
Biography:
Lola Eleanor Bean is the oldest Daughter to Rachel Bean. At first, life could have been considered picture perfect, her mother who always seemed a few shades away from being the absolute housewife– to those hot-ironed rolls stacked in her hair to the way she'd make lunches for them before school, to her father who would work long hours, briefly patting them on the head when he arrived home from the office, a younger sister to dress up, despite only being fourteen months apart in age. Life was shattered when her father decided he'd had enough of her mother's nature and decided to run off with a woman– Lola never did know the specifics of who her father "ran off with", just that he'd gotten himself a new wife, and a new family and had no need for the old one. Lola couldn't blame him, after living with her mother as long as she had she couldn't fault her father for wanting to get out and never wanting to come back.
If there was anything about Rachel Bean, it was her need to be the original copy, the very best and her daughters were nothing more then the low-class carbon copies of herself. From boyfriends to husbands both Lola and Katherine got a full understanding early-on that not everyone was meant to be a parent, least of all one who cared more about their well-being then the lives of their children.
At the age of sixteen Lola Bean dropped out, trying to make her way in the world, only to fail and go back, much to her mother's pleasure and the months that followed of smugness, and the trailer park really never was the same after that, those pink flamingo's looked on with judgement in their painted on eyes. It drove Lola Bean insane.
Once she was old enough to try again, and once she had enough education to pack up her tiny life in her beat up 1960 Cadillac Deville– her pride and joy, she hit the road. Lola Bean lived in her car, what few jobs she managed to get she spent those pay checks on a tiny laptop, mooching off wifi in local coffee shops that didn't shoo her away, showers at the local gym who didn't realise she lived in her car and as she drove from place to place, further and further away from her life she eventually forced away contact with both sister and mother.
Eventually, Lola Bean found herself in Los Angeles, the city of fallen angels, there she settled in– a hovel to hide from her past, passive-aggressive and guilt-filled when in contact with either her sister or mother. She found her passion, writing– specifically as a low-key columnist by the name of Miss A, giving advice to women and their problems.
It was here she found the apocalypse, which greeted her with open arms, rotted teeth and scratching nails.
Job Prior to the Break-Out:
Columnist-Writer for Women: Alias being Miss A.
Disability or Fear:
Lola Bean has a series of triggers, more of which can become a heavy hindrance; generally created by being groomed to react a certain way under particular circumstances. One being unable to control the instances around her– having control stripped or forced from her hands, it can lead to both anxiety and neurotic based tendencies, such as plucking at her brows, chewing the skin around her lips or full blown anxiety attacks which can cause hyperventilating and prevention of movement, where her mind and body seem to shut down until she's able to calm down and move.
Another is a fear of dark, tight places, claustrophobia as it were.
Weapon:
An aluminium baseball bat, for now. It's unrealistic to use such a weapon to beat back a horde, but enough to get away and pound some heads in until she's able to get her hands on something more... zombie-based productive.
"Terminus"