{"id":518,"date":"2026-04-28T14:01:29","date_gmt":"2026-04-28T14:01:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/?page_id=518"},"modified":"2026-04-29T15:16:57","modified_gmt":"2026-04-29T15:16:57","slug":"character-meet-lula","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/character-meet-lula\/","title":{"rendered":"Character Meet – Lula"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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This reference board is his D&D version – I have yet to make his main, modern day board.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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This is Lula. Not anything else, Lula will do just fine. No middle name, no last. Just. Lula. This is a fact he’s quite forward with, any last name he could have had was burned to cinders long ago. He keeps personal affairs entirely personal, talking to no one about himself if he can help it. At face value, the man seems quite playful! He loves to talk and party and mess around, always bringing the personality to any event. But beyond that is a deep, spiraling staircase that goes further down than one might think.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Name: Lula<\/span><\/p>

Age: 20 years old<\/span><\/p>

Gender: Male<\/span><\/p>

Height: 4’9″<\/span><\/p>

Occupation: None officially, though he is a gunsmith and street racer off paper.<\/span><\/p>

Style: Browns and oranges mostly, with accents of gold. He enjoys strange looking but still functional clothes.<\/span><\/p>

Personality: A boisterous young man with a very charismatic disposition, Lula strives to be the life of the party. He’s fantastic with people, and always cheery. Sometimes a touch too cheery in fact. He never loses his smile, even in moments where it would be inappropriate or even insulting to have one. Quietly, where none can see him, Lula is a man with many secrets. Pain, guilt, shame, and fear all haunt every waking moment of his day. His real face is one of constant terror and angry violence, hiding behind a mask of joyous indifference in an attempt to keep at bay those who may hurt him worse than he already is.<\/span><\/p>

Magic: Lula has two “magic” capabilities. He can create and manipulate flame, and he can shift between being a human or being a coyote.<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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TW: Lula’s story is graphic and tragic. Please skip to “Footnotes” if you are bothered by mentions of alcoholism, drug use, death, and physical\/mental abuse<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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From the get go, Lula had it rough. Born in a litter of six, he was not only the youngest of his canine family, but also the runt. Many didn’t expect him to live long enough to shift out of his coyote form, but somehow he made it. That in itself was a curse upon him. He perhaps would have been better off meeting everyone’s expectations.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

He became the chore boy of the home, the scapegoat, the one responsible for everything. Cleaning, cooking, fixing, errands, it was all on him. He was to blame for any incident, even if he had nothing to do with it. He wasn’t allowed to go to school, make friends, socialize – in simple terms he was a modern day Cinderella without any prince to save him. His siblings were harsh and mocking, constantly reminding Lula just how small he truly was. And his parents were no better, seeing Lula as a stain upon their family.\u00a0His only comfort in life was his eldest brother, born of the litter before him. His name was Jacob. He’d been part of a litter of two, but the other had been a stillborn. Being the parent’s pride and joy, it was nothing short of a miracle that he\u00a0 escaped the assumed fate of becoming stuck up and cruel. He cared for Lula more than anyone else in the family combined and multiplied by a power of ten, helping Lula work when their family wasn’t there to shoo him away, soothing his wounds when their father came home drunk, and even schooling Lula behind their family’s back using his own textbooks. He gifted Lula an old coat once he’d grown out of it, and though it was too big for the little coyote he still cherished it. Lula loved his eldest brother.\u00a0<\/span>Unfortunately, nothing went this kid’s way for long. Jacob grew extremely ill, the disease eventually taking him away when Lula was ten. From that day on, Lula refused to remove the jacket for more than the couple of hours it took to wash it. He guarded it with his life, as if it were sacred.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>

While mourning, both of Lula\u2019s parents grew worse. His mother was almost never not high, his dad never not drunk. And Lula began drinking at his\u00a0 young age as well, finding the silence in his head afterwards relieving. One evening his father came home even drunker than usual, angry as all hell. Somehow he’d found a way to blame Lula for Jacob’s death. That day he almost put a hole in Lula’s head, but in a single moment of clarity his mother sprang to her, yanking the gun up so that the bullet instead shot through his ear and shattered a window behind him. This was not mercy for Lula\u2019s sake however, as his wretched mother only knew that killing the boy could lead to police sniffing around and finding what had no business being found. The damage was done however, Lula knew he could not survive much longer in this miserable prison.\u00a0When he was sixteen, Lula could no longer take it. Life in this house without Jacob was nothing better than seventh level hell. He snapped. It wasn’t until every last one of them had holes in their heads and a blazing fire swallowed the house that he came back to reality and realized what he’d done. He also realized – somewhat to his horror but mostly to his relief – that he had no remorse. He didn’t regret what he’d done, not so much as a little bit. The ringing in his ears was as delightful to him as the warmth he felt flickering off the flames of his now ashen home.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Lula took what he could stowed away on a ship, ending up somewhere far, far away from his homeland. He wandered around, lost and alone and honestly exhausted, and eventually collapsed in an alley from hunger and fatigue. He was discovered by a man named Victor who took the boy in, helping him gain his strength back and inducting him into an organization formally known as The Evening Rose.\u00a0To most, The Evening Rose was a simple club. But those behind the scenes knew it as so much more. It was a hot point for crime. Victor was the lead of an operation who had its talons deep in the flesh of\u00a0 the world, his name spread vast across the criminal hotline. Lula was skeptical at first, but he owed his life to the man with red hair. So he joined.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>

That was curse number two. For the next four years he was trapped within another, newer hell. A brand was etched into his back and he became nothing more than owned property. It started out tolerable, but he soon was manipulated almost to the point of not knowing what rights even were<\/i>. Finally, he realized he needed to escape. His body had been torn apart by these monsters, and he was exhausted.\u00a0He tried to run, and for a while it seemed almost like he escaped. But unfortunately, luck was never on his side. Three years after he managed to get away and build a new life for himself, he was found. Rather than kill him for his betrayal however, they intend to slowly drive him mad. Connections are killed, homes destroyed, careers ruined, all to spite him and his entire existence. He is still on the run to this day, hoping for a way free from this torment.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t

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Lula This reference board is his D&D version – I have yet to make his main, modern day board. This is Lula. Not anything else, Lula will do just fine. No middle name, no last. Just. Lula. This is a fact he’s quite forward with, any last name he could have had was burned to<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":163,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"solace_meta_sidebar":"","solace_meta_container":"","solace_meta_enable_content_width":"","solace_meta_content_width":0,"solace_meta_title_alignment":"","solace_meta_author_avatar":"","solace_post_elements_order":"","solace_meta_disable_header":"","solace_meta_disable_footer":"","solace_meta_disable_title":"","footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-518","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/518","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/163"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=518"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/518\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":637,"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/518\/revisions\/637"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/danforthportfolios.com\/ae1128845\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}