
Delia Lamar
Author
Languages: German, English
Height: 1.59 m
Figure: Girlie
Eye colour: Heliotrope
Hair colour: Americano
Skin tone: Dirty Magnolia
Perfume: Gucci Rush
Favourite drink: Bubbles
Favourite restaurant: Grill Royal
Favourite food: Her own substance
A face like an open book — and what a book! Delia Lamar is an extremely multifaceted character. Affectionate, curious, and enthusiastic: Delia’s natural charm is that of a playful puppy — vivacious, effervescent, and irresistibly full of life. At the other extreme lies her introverted, meditative side. The child of Canadian hippie parents, Delia is unconventional and free-spirited by nature, her thinking guided by an idealistic clarity focused on life’s deeper layers. Delia is empathetic almost to the point of self-sacrifice: she knows that listening is not passive but a state of intense mental engagement. She can become so absorbed in her conversation partners that her vivid imagination lets her feel their thoughts as if they were her own — as long as the respect is mutual. Delia’s humor is never cynical, but decidedly sassy: she spots phonies instantly. When she senses arrogance or hollow words, she’ll provoke without hesitation. And Delia’s stunning laugh: dirty and innocent, graceful and naughty!
Delia about herself.
There’s this fizziness inside me, like sparkling water. I call it my puppy energy: everything is always new, everything is exciting! I love affection, I love giving affection, I’ll run toward you and pounce on you! But I can also lock my inner weirdo away in its Pandora’s box. My friends and I sit by an open window, smoking and occasionally blowing smoke at the stars and the moon, while having deep, thoughtful conversations. I feel radical, humble acceptance for everyone. People are wonderful! People are the worst thing ever to cross my path. I need my solitude, need the silence around me. Even at a young age, I stood out for my sexual openness, and I’ve worked hard on myself to become a truly morally incorruptible slut. I want to offer healing to all the hurt and distraught people, because I am hurt and deeply distraught myself. The only thing I fear is me. There’s this uncanny feeling of happiness lurking at the bottom of my soul, wanting to dissolve all my contradictions.














