Legal name: Yolanda Greene Holst
Called: Yolo,Yola, Ms. Holst.
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: Hetero, Bi-curious.
Appearance:
Yola is slightly overweight, just enough to add a bit more curve to her than is usual in her family. She has auburn hair with a slight wave to it, hardly enough to save it from stick-straightness. Her eyes are a rich chocolate brown, and frankly, too big for her face. Expressions flit across her face quickly – she's a horrible liar, and excellent at telling the truth and being believed. Her nose is straight, but a little too long to be cute, and a little too short to be elegant. She's lovely, but lovely in the same way a smooth rock is lovely. She's not cute, or pretty, or particularly attractive, but she is pleasant on the eyes. She tends to wear comfortable clothes, and ones that show off her curvy figure well, in rich wine, purple and deep green shades. Her hair is almost always loose over her shoulder and carefully tended in perfect shoulder length loose waves.
Height: 5'9
Weight: 149 lbs.
Power: Prophet
Yola has the talent of determining the most probably outcome of any situation. She can calculate anything with eerie speed and precision, sometimes subconsciously. Imagine eternally solving math puzzles in the back of your mind. This is her life, and what she has to live with. Eternally, no matter what she's doing, she hears a background chatter of mathematics, telling her things like the whisper of a demon and angel on her shoulder. Usually, the outcome is simply a question of probabilities, and she can work out what her subconscious is telling her if she considers it (with a calculator) for a few hours. Sometimes, however, she just knows something. Some factors she doesn't even recognize are telling her something is irrevocably going to happen.
History:
Yolanda was a good girl. She was born to a suburban family in a good part of town. She has a little sister and an older brother. She had a pet dog named Lacey, a golden doodle dog who chewed her shoes and ate her homework. Her parents pushed her hard: she played in a soccer team; she practiced on her piano till late at night; she volunteered in her spare time; she studied until her eyes melted, it felt like. She received top grades in nearly every subject. She was, however, a bit of a social misfit, growing up. She had friends, generally driven people who were so certain that they were going to make a world for themselves 'out there' that they didn't bother trying to shape the world they had. She never became very close to people, and while she had a couple of relationship, nothing ever became serious. She graduated with honors, essentially picked the college of her choice, and entered as one of the millions of bright young kids working towards their tomorrows.
She was told, from the day she was born, that she'd be something special. When it was spring and the girls were all picking flowers, she stayed inside and practiced her piano playing. In the summer, when the kids were playing outside with super-hero capes on, she was told that she'd have a chance to play later. Someday, she was told as the other kids jumped in piles of leaves, she would be glad she'd worked so hard. And then, in the winter of her nineteenth year, sitting in her college dorm room – cramming for yet another test – she realized something. Something just hit her between the eyes.
She wasn't going to live forever. There was no magical tomorrow waiting for her. She was going to die. And soon. She couldn't explain exactly how she knew – it was just a tickling sensation in the back of her head that she couldn't control. She wasn't going to live past her twenty-third year. Somehow, inescapably, she was never going to graduate from college. She'd spent the vast majority of her life working for a tomorrow that would never come.
Unlike what you might expect from the average person who'd just learned they had four years to live, Yola did not drop out of college. She didn't want to spend her life working a 9-5 job to stay alive. Instead, she slacked off in her classes and tried to find enjoyment in everything. She went to dances and clubs. She started drinking, driving too fast, and living in risky ways. She ran up credit-card debt, ate at the best restaurants she could, and traveled as much as she could during her breaks. After all, why not? It's not like she'd have to pay for it tomorrow, because she didn't have a tomorrow.
At first glance:
Yola appears intelligent, emotionally unstable, and like a hedonistic party-girl.
True personality:
There's a deep pain inside her. She's going to die. She knows this. Unlike her other intuitions and probabilistic calculations, this is an absolute. She doesn't know why, or how she'll die, but she knows it deep in her bones. She furious at those who tried to plan her future for her and control her present. She's reckless – for a prophetic fortuneteller – and engages in risky behaviors, simply because she knows that they'll affect her later, and there is no later.
She's still very intelligent and wise, with a breadth of knowledge that, while not staggeringly impressive, is still respectable. She is generally warm, but in a shallow way. She'd rather not get too close to anyone, and she tells anyone she knows well her death-sentence, so they can prepare themselves. She hates the idea of hurting those she cares about.
Yola lives in the moment in many ways. She wants to experience as much of the world as she can before it passes away. However, she also wishes she could make a difference – and the revelation that the world she believed in was all a lie could just be what pushes her from her self-centered hedonism into responsibility.
((DONE because I have MAD skills at copy pasting. >->))
