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Full Character Name:  Dolores Estrella Camille St.James
Character Birthday & Age: November 21st, 1982 - 26
City & Country of Birth: London, England
Pureblood, Halfblood or Muggleborn?: Pureblood
Alma Mater: Hogwarts, Slytherin Alum
Job: Perpetually Intoxicated Novelist Socialite.

Wand: 10 inch smooth and bendy lacewood with a decorative handle and fairy hair core

Physical Description:Classic vamp on the loose. Standing curvy 5’9 Dolly has always embraced her height, insisting from a young age to wear heels as much as possible to showcase what she believes are one of her best features - her legs. Short skirts are almost always a must in her closet along with any and everything that accentuates the fact she’s got lady curves. Never one to buy into the beauty myth that thin was in - even with constant teasing about her appetite from friends and family, Lo has always felt that women should look like women, they should be natural in their skin - at least in terms of how their feel about their bodies. When it comes to war paint and hair dye…well au naturel is not exactly the way Dolly usually goes. She will not leave for a party if she has not put on - at the very least - a pair of false eyelashes and the most vampy shade of red lipstick she can find. She could be wearing grubby robes from the Gardener but she will not not put her face on. It isn’t all hunky dory in body-acceptance land. She despises her fingers which she finds to be too short and stubby looking, and her feet? Well they’re kind of big. It was not always easy finding stilettos in size 10. It was another source of teasing she didn’t shrug off so easily when she was a tweenie-tot.

Personality Description: The first and most important thing you should probably know about Dolores St.James is that she loathes her name. She absolutely cannot stand it. Honestly, if you call her Dolores she’ll ignore you - you could be choking on a turkey leg and she would not even register your existence. Now if you were to call her any of her varied nicknames she would rush right over to help - but it’s important to note that she doesn’t feel like a Dolores. For most of her life she’s been Dolly - at least where her family is concerned and there are many people who choose to joke [because of her buxom appearance] that her name should be Lolita. She’d answer to that before she’d answer to Dolores any day of the week. It bothers her most greatly because she feels it’s rather undignified and not in the fine tradition of the St.James family line - it’s also far to0 conventional for her liking. She’d much rather be an Odette or something classically riche sounding. It seems like such a small thing to be so fussy about but it honestly bothers her.

The second most important thing anyone could know about Dolly? She is inherently lucky. Things just seem to happen to her - she doesn’t really try they just fall into her lap. A perfect example would be the success of the Slither Girl series. It started off very much as a joke between she and a dear friend as a birthday gag gift and then suddenly she is known throughout the entire Wizarding world for not only being famous for being famous but actually doing something as well. This does not mean her good luck always pleases her. Sure amazing things happen, the success of her books is astounding but even with all that? Life would be very dull if she didn’t fill it with something every single minute. She jetsets around the world; goes to all the best parties and has a different romantic entanglement every other week because she simply doesn’t know how to be still or look at anything besides the biggest pictures. She loses the details. This gets in the way of… a lot of things in her life. It complicates relationships that otherwise would be simple.

Unlike her mother, Dolly has always been one to take risks; to push the envelope of what is acceptable in polite society especially the role of women in said society. She is the girl who was flying before she was supposed to, playing with deadly plants, and had a pet python before she left for Hogwarts. There is a thrill in throwing herself fully into something, delving in and finding out everything she possibly can about the subject- the more dangerous the better. She was a recklessly brilliant beater, and the one most likely to suggest sneaking off into the Forbidden Forest to party and drink too much firewhiskey. She has a tendency to over extend herself, promising to do far more than anyone is humanly capable of. She burns herself out; trying to do so much and be so much to so many different people, but a part of her thrives on the chaos.

At least that used to be the truth of the matter. Since the death of her assistant and close friend Tabitha in the March 11th Werewolf attacks (in which Dolly herself nearly died) the formerly vivacious take life by the horns writer has mellowed considerably. She has withdrawn a great deal from society and her personality is undergoing a series of changes that make her feel, at times, completely foreign to herself. She is not who she once was – though those parts of her personality arguably exist in a more muted form. She is more careful with people now, and finds herself often guilt ridden over previous incarnations of herself. More and more she is finding the nurturing maternal side that she spent most of her formative years denying even existed. Death has a way of changing people and Dolly is no exception; in the wake of losing so much she has found herself clinging to relationships she trusted in the past only to find that they are not all she imagined them to be.

Still, even with all the changes, there is a feeling that creeps upon her when she’s not running a million miles an hour. It’s a physical sickness, a terror of being alone with her own thoughts. She’s scared to death to wake up alone simply because she knows at some point the circus will be over and the way she’s chosen to live, the person she has been will ultimately lead to complete and total desolation. She is now acutely aware of the fact that people can only tether you to the ground so long before all the talent and chances you’ve squandered get the better of them and they let go.

History:  To say that Ellis St. James and Giselle Sinclair had a marriage of convenience would not be a complete misrepresentation of facts. It is possible that St. James was taken with the poised yet flirtatious nature of his young bride; but really it was a marriage like many pureblood marriages – predetermined given the limited source of “good blood”. Ellis was a handful of years older than Giselle and she was quite content to play the part of dotting housewife who overlooked…marital infractions. She threw parties, had tea with other important wealthy wives, stood at her husband’s side in public, and tried to produce an heir. Instead what the pair got in the fall of 1982 was a rambunctious baby girl with big blue eyes and a mop of curly back hair. In the first years of Dolly’s life her parents interaction with her could best be described as… bemusedly disinterested. She was raised primarily by a series of very posh (and undoubtedly attractive) Au pairs.  Inevitably within a year (never any longer than 18 months; for that seemed to be the amount of time that Ellis could behave himself) they would be let go and so Dolly never formed a real attachment to any of them.

By the time she learned how to walk Dolly was hell on two chubby little toddling legs. She was forever getting into exactly the things she wasn’t supposed to; from her mother’s makeup to her father’s cufflinks. She was drawn to shiny glittering things from a very early age. Her most treasured partner in crime by the time she was three was none other than Dazmond Wiedman; Dianora and Giselle had been friends since early in the Sinclair-St. James union and Wiedman provided an excellent foil for the young mother (who had no maternal instinct whatsoever). She was openly loving and quite taken with Dolores from the get go; as was her eldest child Dominik. It was a dynamic that wove itself through the fabric of Dolly’s life and still holds strong to this day (though it has been tested a good number of times due to the conflicting nature of Dom and Dolly’s inherent personalities, coupled with personal and public tragedies). In those formative years Dazmond and Dominik were the closest thing to the feeling “family” Dolly really had – despite her slew of cousins and various other familial relations.

Dolly only really became interesting to her father when it became obvious that he was never going to get the son he wanted and she showed a keen interest in magical history. She spent much of her time reading, picking up new words, trying them out to see how they felt on her tongue. She was most enthralled with spells, and their Latin origins. For some reason she found it far more romantic than the French or Italian Ellis encouraged her to learn. She’d memorized every single basic spell a witch could before entering Hogwarts at eleven. She was sorted into Slytherin, and made a happy little snake pit nest for herself- though her rather trouble seeking ways didn’t seem to quell once in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. She was, for better or worse, the kind of girl who liked to push her limits. Whether it was pranks, parties, or polyjuice potions, Dolly was down. There was a certain reckless charm to her demeanor that has only grown in the last thirteen years- despite the ever-present watchful eyes of the Wiedmans (Daz, Dolly, and Dom only grew closer as the years wore on).

Of course she would have to be part of the class that attended Hogwarts when the second Rise came. When all of the students were pulled from Hogwarts she felt lost and though she kept up with her studies the world around her made less and less sense. This was never truer than when her (now) beloved Dominik joined Death Eater ranks. While she wanted to pretend that it changed nothing in the final months of the war it became obvious that it changed everything between she and Dom. Her wishy-washy stance on blood purity aside, Dom leaving school and his eventual decent into a brand of self-loathing rarely rivaled damaged Dolly in ways that altered her ability to relate to and allow others close to her. His eventual trial and sentencing managed to both bring them together and rip them apart – a paradox that would mark the next decade of their shared and separate life. It isn’t something she thinks or talks about. It is part of the inner sanctum, the deepest of the dark secrets, no one else sees. She masks the struggle of loving a monster well; though in recent months the strain has at long last started to show.

After Hogwarts the years sort of run together for Dolly; she traveled and partied; took any high anyone was willing to give her – and always by her side was the dynamic duo of Landis Morgan and Dazmond. In that first year (when life seemed at its lowest because things were awkward and rocky with Dominik) she found a strange sort of comfort with Morgan. It was bond that though altered and mutated from its earliest form keeps her connected to the icy blonde even now. Based in a mutual need and the bone crushing realization that loving a Wiedman could ruin you, the pair found some strange sort of comfort in one another though it is a relationship both would vehemently deny ever taking part in. It has only been since the March attacks that the two are even on remotely civil speaking terms. Things fell completely to pieces between them after the first Slither Girls’ book was published. What would, in the long run, bring fame, attention, and arguably adoration from a hefty chunk of the Wizarding population served to poison some of her closest relationships in the end.

It all started as a joke; a gift for Dazmond that quickly became too much for Dolores to manage. Stories taken from hidden journals and supplemented with foggy memories and Dolly’s natural penchant for embellishment the rough copy gifted to Daz on her twenty-first birthday was passed among friends and family alike. Dianora was so taken with the “characters” and the hilarity as well as the touching friendship between the two titular female leads that she did more than just pass on along a good word to well established friends at Trollhouse Publishing. What had been a silly retelling of misspent youth (because Dolly felt by the time they were fifty their memories would be too booze soaked to hold onto anything that wasn’t written down) turned into a literary sensation. It started with Witchlings then migrated through to what could be best described as adult contemporary. The latest book, The Fallout  has been called everything from trash to masterpiece; with never ending speculation as to the real identities of the main characters. If you were to have told Dolly six years ago that her life would become so saturated with fame and gossip she’d have believed you; but she wouldn’t have ever thought she’d come to hate it as much as she does.

What is your occupation? How do you go about it?
How did you get your current occupation?
How does your past and abilities justify your current skills?:
“I am a drunk twenty-something who happens to write hilarious stories about being a drunk twenty-something.  Just between you and I? This is a complete joke and waste of time. Honestly? I feel guilty trees had to die to print this drivel on. It was a joke - honest to God! What would turn into the first manuscript was a gag gift I gave to friend who loves to give me hell about the fact by the time I’m thirty I won’t remember all the things I’ve done or who I’ve done them with. The joke being, of course, that this was how we’d keep track, and of course it’s much more satire than anything - but this friend had family connections, and one thing lead to another and now I’m into book five of a six book deal, and the fans are still rabid. I don’t pretend to have some great knowledge of the literary world but I know as long as something is selling marketing demands you milk it dry. So, I guess, as long as I keep being a crazy drunk socialite with crazy drunk friends the Slither Girls will probably keep on Slithering.”
 ^ What she said, I kind of inadvertently covered this in the last part of her bio, so I thought I’d give Dolly a chance to actually use her own voice to tell you what she thinks.

Writing Sample:
Drunk. Dolly was drunk, so very very drunk…this was not a rare or astonishing occurrence in her life. She spent a good deal of the day under the influence. It was the life of a writer! The life of a Socialite! There was nothing wrong with being drunk before ten in the morning… just so long as one was still drinking from the night before. Though she often threw firewhiskey back with the best of the boys, tonight her poison had been cranberry vodka. It was a cause for celebration after all. She had not only returned unscathed from visiting Paris for a little over a month, but she had finished the rewrites for Slither Girls Five - Taking Over the World…the title needed work. The whole sodding mess needed work actually. She hated it. The story was stupid and no matter how hard she tried to force her two main characters Devlin and Odette together it simply wouldn’t happen. He always ran off to save some other girl, some demure doe eyed blonde usually, and Odette? Well, she ended up in bed with whichever hunk of the month happened to be waiting in the wings - it was all so unsatisfying. Which might have been why she poured the vodka on a little thick throughout the night of mingling with her family and friends who simply couldn’t wait to get their hands on an advanced readers copy as soon as they were ready - or better yet a peek at her original manuscript!

Actually, all things considered, Lo pulled out her social graces amazingly well for someone half tanked before the second course. That was thanks, in large part to her two guardian Wiedmans. As quickly as she emptied her martini glass Daz or Dominik would try to ply her with water - well mostly Dom. He didn’t want her to “make a scene” “like last time”. The very mention of the last time they’d all been at a St.James gathering caused her to scoff slightly. Personally she didn’t see what was wrong with suggesting everyone take a dip in the pool and not bothering to take her very expensive cocktail dress off. Would it really have been better if she’d stripped down naked? Lord knew underwear had no place under that dress. He was a man of the world, he should have known that. Besides, she’d long ago given up any pretense with her family that she wasn’t a crazy drunk girl who did absolutely asinine things. Really, once you do a dance in a large glass of champagne wearing nothing but pasties - you’ve proven there is basically nothing you won’t do and they should be prepared. For the most part they were, her mother gave up scolding her years before that even. She was the family jester, it was her job!

Well, actually, her mother would probably flip a tit when she found out about what Dolly intended to do in about two seconds if she could get herself balanced. There was an old muggle saying, why drink and drive; when you can smoke and fly?. She was now putting her very own twist on this and going to try and drink and fly. Actually, she was - in that moment, smoking, drinking, and trying to balance on her damn broom [which had not been out of her closet in quite some time]. Despite best efforts she had reached the far end of the “saucy invincible” stage of intoxication. When one coupled this with some off hand remarks someone made about the current size of her backside and birthing hips in relation to their size before she left for Paris and it’s pastries… well really it was like throwing a match into a powder keg. Luckily, for the most part, the thickness of the crowd had evened out to a small spattering of people who mostly expected her to act completely inappropriately - her sisters, cousins, very close friends. It was all good, mostly, ‘Good Lord. Why did I let you talk me into a full skirt for tonight Dazmodio? This would be much easier in something without ten kilometers of tulle flappin’ about my face, aw damnit, it‘s in my bloody drink now. That stains never comin’ out”.

Sum up your character in one paragraph:
Drunk is a good place to start, then reckless, then restless. Those three words basically sum up everything you need to know about Dolly St. James. She happens to be a writer of a rather popular over publicized series of books known as The Slither Girls. Before that she was a spoiled socialite who bummed around the world chasing the next big thing, before that well before that is all a little gin soaked hazy at this point. All joking aside - even though most of her time is spent joking and keeping everyone entertained there is a serious side to herself she keeps hidden from all but a handful of people. There is a part of her that wants to be a real author, actually capable of writing something worth reading. At the end of the day though, she’s just a card… and like all cards? She’s got two faces.

Accepted! ~Elle

Character Name: Dolly St. Hames
Link to Application: here

Sections Changed: Wording changes/additional information added to personality.

History rewrite/adjustments to reflect changes in story over the last year + additional information.
Requested Changes: changes high lighted in green

Character Birthday & Age: November 21st, 1982 - 26


Personality Description: The first and most important thing you should probably know about Dolores St.James is that she loathes her name. She absolutely cannot stand it. Honestly, if you call her Dolores she’ll ignore you - you could be choking on a turkey leg and she would not even register your existence. Now if you were to call her any of her varied nicknames she would rush right over to help - but it’s important to note that she doesn’t feel like a Dolores. For most of her life she’s been Dolly - at least where her family is concerned and there are many people who choose to joke [because of her buxom appearance] that her name should be Lolita. She’d answer to that before she’d answer to Dolores any day of the week. It bothers her most greatly because she feels it’s rather undignified and not in the fine tradition of the St.James family line - it’s also far to0 conventional for her liking. She’d much rather be an Odette or something classically riche sounding. It seems like such a small thing to be so fussy about but it honestly bothers her.

The second most important thing anyone could know about Dolly? She is inherently lucky. Things just seem to happen to her - she doesn’t really try they just fall into her lap. A perfect example would be the success of the Slither Girl series. It started off very much as a joke between she and a dear friend as a birthday gag gift and then suddenly she is known throughout the entire Wizarding world for not only being famous for being famous but actually doing something as well. This does not mean her good luck always pleases her. Sure amazing things happen, the success of her books is astounding but even with all that? Life would be very dull if she didn’t fill it with something every single minute. She jetsets around the world; goes to all the best parties and has a different romantic entanglement every other week because she simply doesn’t know how to be still or look at anything besides the biggest pictures. She loses the details. This gets in the way of… a lot of things in her life. It complicates relationships that otherwise would be simple.

Unlike her mother, Dolly has always been one to take risks; to push the envelope if what is acceptable in polite society especially the role of women in said society. She is the girl who was flying before she was supposed to, playing with deadly plants, and had a pet python before she left for Hogwarts. There is a thrill in throwing herself fully into something, delving in and finding out everything she possibly can about the subject- the more dangerous the better. She was a recklessly brilliant beater, and the one most likely to suggest sneaking off into the Forbidden Forest to party and drink too much firewhiskey. She has a tendency to over extend herself, promising to do far more than anyone is humanly capable of. She burns herself out; trying to do so much and be so much to so many different people, but a part of her thrives on the chaos.

At least that used to be the truth of the matter. Since the death of her assistant and close friend Tabitha in the March 11th Werewolf attacks (in which Dolly herself nearly died) the formerly vivacious take life by the horns writer has mellowed considerably. She has withdrawn a great deal from society and her personality is undergoing a series of changes that make her feel, at times, completely foreign to herself. She is not who she once was – though those parts of her personality arguably exist in a more muted form. She is more careful with people now, and finds herself often guilt ridden over previous incarnations of herself. More and more she is finding the nurturing maternal side that she spent most of her formative years denying even existed. Death has a way of changing people and Dolly is no exception; in the wake of losing so much she has found herself clinging to relationships she trusted in the past only to find that they are not all she imagined them to be.

Still, even with all the changes, there is a feeling that creeps upon her when she’s not running a million miles an hour. It’s a physical sickness, a terror of being alone with her own thoughts. She’s scared to death to wake up alone simply because she knows at some point the circus will be over and the way she’s chosen to live, the person she has been will ultimately lead to complete and total desolation. She is now acutely aware of the fact that people can only tether you to the ground so long before all the talent and chances you’ve squandered get the better of them and they let go.

History:  To say that Ellis St. James and Giselle Sinclair had a marriage of convenience would not be a complete misrepresentation of facts. It is possible that St. James was taken with the poised yet flirtatious nature of his young bride; but really it was a marriage like many pureblood marriages – predetermined given the limited source of “good blood”. Ellis was a handful of years older than Giselle and she was quite content to play the part of dotting housewife who overlooked…marital infractions. She threw parties, had tea with other important wealthy wives, stood at her husband’s side in public, and tried to produce an heir. Instead what the pair got in the fall of 1982 was a rambunctious baby girl with big blue eyes and a mop of curly back hair. In the first years of Dolly’s life her parents interaction with her could best be described as… bemusedly disinterested. She was raised primarily by a series of very posh (and undoubtedly attractive) Au pairs.  Inevitably within a year (never any longer than 18 months; for that seemed to be the amount of time that Ellis could behave himself) they would be let go and so Dolly never formed a real attachment to any of them.

By the time she learned how to walk Dolly was hell on two chubby little toddling legs. She was forever getting into exactly the things she wasn’t supposed to; from her mother’s makeup to her father’s cufflinks. She was drawn to shiny glittering things from a very early age. Her most treasured partner in crime by the time she was three was none other than Dazmond Wiedman; Dianora and Giselle had been friends since early in the Sinclair-St. James union and Wiedman provided an excellent foil for the young mother (who had no maternal instinct whatsoever). She was openly loving and quite taken with Dolores from the get go; as was her eldest child Dominik. It was a dynamic that wove itself through the fabric of Dolly’s life and still holds strong to this day (though it has been tested a good number of times due to the conflicting nature of Dom and Dolly’s inherent personalities, coupled with personal and public tragedies. In those formative years Dazmond and Dominik were the closest thing to the feeling “family” Dolly really had – despite her slew of cousins and various other familial relations.

Dolly only really became interesting to her father when it became obvious that he was never going to get the son he wanted and she showed a keen interest in magical history. She spent much of her time reading, picking up new words, trying them out to see how they felt on her tongue. She read She was most enthralled with spells, and their Latin origins. For some reason she found it far more romantic than the French or Italian Ellis encouraged her to learn. She’d memorized every single basic spell a witch could before entering Hogwarts at eleven. She was sorted into Slytherin, and made a happy little snake pit nest for herself- though her rather trouble seeking ways didn’t seem to quell once in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. She was, for better or worse, the kind of girl who liked to push her limits. Whether it was pranks, parties, or polyjuice potions, Dolly was down. There was a certain reckless charm to her demeanor that has only grown in the last thirteen years- despite the ever-present watchful eyes of the Wiedmans (Daz, Dolly, and Dom only grew closer as the years wore on).

Of course she would have to be part of the class that attended Hogwarts when the second Rise came. When all of the students were pulled from Hogwarts she felt lost and though she kept up with her studies the world around her made less and less sense. This was never truer than when her (now) beloved Dominik joined Death Eater ranks. While she wanted to pretend that it changed nothing in the final months of the war it became obvious that it changed everything between she and Dom. Her wishy-washy stance on blood purity aside, Dom leaving school and his eventual decent into a brand of self-loathing rarely rivaled damaged Dolly in ways that altered her ability to relate to and allow others close to her. His eventual trial and sentencing managed to both bring them together and rip them apart – a paradox that would mark the next decade of their shared and separate life. It isn’t something she thinks or talks about. It is part of the inner sanctum, the deepest of the dark secrets, no one else sees. She masks the struggle of loving a monster well; though in recent months the strain has at long last started to show.

After Hogwarts the years sort of run together for Dolly; she traveled and partied; took any high anyone was willing to give her – and always by her side was the dynamic duo of Landis Morgan and Dazmond. In that first year (when life seemed at its lowest because things were awkward and rocky with Dominik) she found a strange sort of comfort with Morgan. It was bond that though altered and mutated from its earliest form keeps her connected to the icy blonde even now. Based in a mutual need and the bone crushing realization that loving a Wiedman could ruin you, the pair found some strange sort of comfort in one another though it is a relationship both would vehemently deny ever taking part in. It has only been since the March attacks that the two are even on remotely civil speaking terms. Things fell completely to pieces between them after the first Slither Girls’ book was published. What would, in the long run, bring fame, attention, and arguably adoration from a hefty chunk of the Wizarding population served to poison some of her closest relationships in the end.

It all started as a joke; a gift for Dazmond that quickly became too much for Dolores to manage. Stories taken from hidden journals and supplemented with foggy memories and Dolly’s natural penchant for embellishment the rough copy gifted to Daz on her twenty-first birthday was passed among friends and family alike. Dianora was so taken with the “characters” and the hilarity as well as the touching friendship between the two titular female leads that she did more than just pass on along a good word to well established friends at Trollhouse Publishing. What had been a silly retelling of misspent youth (because Dolly felt by the time they were fifty their memories would be too booze soaked to hold onto anything that wasn’t written down) turned into a literary sensation. It started with Witchlings then migrated through to what could be best described as adult contemporary. The latest book, The Fallout  has been called everything from trash to masterpiece; with never ending speculation as to the real identities of the main characters. If you were to have told Dolly six years ago that her life would become so saturated with fame and gossip she’d have believed you; but she wouldn’t have ever thought she’d come to hate it as much as she does.


Why do you wish to change these area(s): When I created Dolly I was trying to fit her in a suggested frame work from several other people. I gave her siblings because there was the possibility at that time that there were people interested in playing St. James sisters which enevitably fell through. In the growth and changes Dolly has gone through I don't feel like her previous history (which has rarely been referenced to outside of her friendship with the Wiedmans) fits with how I write her. Her character actions are not that of someone who came from a loving stable family and her history has several other inconsistencies I am trying to remedy as well as the addition of information that has come about through plotting shared histories over the last year with other members of AO (all of whom I asked/have gotten the ok on rewrites from).

In short; I don't feel like her previous history or personality description showcase who she actually is - and people reading her bio would be rather misled by it's previous incarnation. 
Other RPed Characters this may affect: None, her family has never really been mentioned; she never talked about the sisters she would no longer have if the changes were approved. Her relationship to her parents can be described as distant at best, in the way I've written her she seems to have little relationship to her family at all other than a slight rivalry between she and Tor's Charlotte which isn't mentioned in either version of the history. And any mention of currently played characters (ie Daz/Dom & Landis) has been cleared with their respective writers.