Post by Harper Sophia Dawn on Apr 16, 2010 14:25:26 GMT -8
`you rule the world, you give the word.
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And if Harper should fall behind...
"They worry you with all the talk of how you’re not their kind."
` you've got to learn to act like god.[/b][/size][/center]
, age .16
, rp experience .5+ years now
, how you found us .Luck
, contacts .PM or email; I never get either which makes me sad
[/size][/ul]`just let their suffering slip your mind.
[/b][/size][/center], nicknames .Harp; suggest you know her to call her this
, age .17
, date of birth .April 13th; Aries
, species (human, vampire, faerie, etc.) .Human; fully sighted
, canon .I’m not ignoring it, I’m just putting if off for now
, face claim .delusivepromises[/size][/ul]
`in which we nod in agreement.
[/b][/size][/center], weight .121 lbs
, tattoos&piercings .Lip piercing on left side and two holes in each ear
, distinguishing features .Colorless eyes and full lips
, physical flaws .Odd shaped ears, skin burns easily, long fingers, awkward nose
, personal style
.Three words, thrift store junkie. She does have a unique look. She scours thrift stores for old, “vintage” shirts, accessories and anything else she finds that she cannot live without. One will rarely see Harper wearing anything but jeans; she is almost positive she doesn’t own any shorts and the few skirts she has are gathering dust. Harper wears her jeans out fast. All but brand new pairs of jean have at least holes in the knees. Her favorite and oldest pair of jeans hardly hold together anymore. There are two more staples in her wardrobe she cannot live without; first being her plain, black hoodie and the second being her aviator sunglasses. It’s harder to find Harper not wearing her sunglasses then it is to find her wearing anything but jeans. She isn’t sure why she is so attached to them but she can never leave the house without them.
, general description
.Harper is a pretty girl; she doesn’t see herself as a “wow” pretty girl but she likes to think she is pretty enough to not be avoided. Harper’s skin is milky pale. She doesn’t bother trying to get color; she burns far too easily. She sometimes wished she had more exotic hair other than her straight, long, dark brown hair but she makes up for unanswered wishes by trying to do odd things with her hair. She is often seen walking around her house and yard with antique curlers piled atop her head; she’s gone to class this way before too. Her favorite thing is her brilliant, almond shaped, colorless eyes. They stand out against her dark hair and her use of thick, black, liquid eyeliner. If one to was look closely at her eyes they would see flecks of gold around her pupil.
.Harper is slim; she isn’t a rail but she is slightly under average weight. Honestly she is content with the fact that she has flesh over bone. She does enjoy feeling and running her finger over the tips of her hips bones when she is lying down though; she doesn’t care what it means that she enjoys this but she does and that’s that. She isn’t very tall but she isn’t very short, in fact, Harper’s height is very average. All her height is in her torso though making her slightly knobby legs a bit short. She has gotten over her slightly disproportioned body and really hopes everyone else has too. Her feet are small, only a size 6 but her fingers are long and curve when stretched out. She keeps her fingernails painted; normally black; but the coating is often chipped or peeled away. Harper is quiet unhappy with her nose. It is long and has a slight bump in the middle but Harper just reminds herself to be happy it is not a hook nor a beak.[/size][/ul]
`help me escape from lonely choirs
[/b][/size][/center].Juicy fruit
.Aviator sunglasses
.Boys
.Wild strawberries
.Cats
.Sketching
.Photography
.Thrift stores
.Kissing
.Liquid eyeliner
.Metallic silver stars
.The night sky
.The sky on a clear, sunny day
.Record players
.Sunshine
.Art
, dislikes
.Any gum but juicy fruit
.Liars
.Cloudy nights
.Being alone at night or during thunder storms; bonus if it’s a thunder storm at night
.Ear buds; she prefers those big, plush headphones
.Lima beans
.Murky water
.The color yellow
.Pain; emotional and physical
.Nosey people
.Preps
.Very public people
.Improper grammar; even in text messages
, strengths
.Lives for the moment
.Spontaneous
.Outgoing
.Confident
.Not easily hurt; physically and emotionally
.Intelligent
.Kind
, weaknesses
.Impulsive
.Her family
.Insecure about herself
.Cats
.Hides how she really feels
, goals
.Go to an art school
.Experience real love
.Move out of the family house
, fears
.She will always be alone
.Not the dark itself, but what is in it
.That she will die at the hands of a faerie
, secrets
.She is actually a sensitive person
.She sees faeries
.She is normally attracted to guys one+ year older than herself
.She has an obsession with death
, personality
.In the shortest and most direct explanation of Harper she is a bit like a jigsaw puzzle and a lot like impossible. Harper has developed this outgoing, confident shell that she hides beneath. While she seems to constantly happy-go-lucky and that nothing seems to even bother her she is actually quiet sensitive to how others perceive her. Harper is insecure about herself and worries she will be left alone if she is not a certain way or perfect enough. She often acts wild and maybe even a little self destructive but she is actually a very smart and mature girl.
.She is impulsive. She doesn’t usually think things through all the way and acts on how she feels. While this can lead to trouble and poor choices, not all of it is bad. Because she is so impulsive, Harper is a firm believer in living for the moment. When she gets a feeling to do or to have something she goes on a “quest” till she has obtained or done what her whim tells her that very moment. Harper often feels compelled to bring others along with her to share the experience and also due to the fact that Harper hates being alone.
.Harper hates being alone and is paranoid about being abandoned. What she really craves is someone to tell her she is fine the way she is. She wants someone to love and someone to love her. This is very difficult though as Harper likes to keep just about anything under her sunny shell private and sunshine makes better armor than one would think.
.Harper keeps her life private for many reasons and one of them is her odd obsession with death. She thinks this fascination with anything dead or dying has to do with her interactions with a certain faerie when she was very young. She has this need to observe dead things from dead plants to even the bodies of perished birds. She has even taken photos of such things and keeps them secret under her bed in an old box along with related sketches.
.Another thing that most do not realize about Harper is that she is a talented artist. She loves to sketch, do watercolors and photography but she is not compelled to show others. Every time she does she feels she is bragging and she even feels uncomfortable when family members speak of her talent.[/size][/ul]
`cause this is about life.
[/b][/size][/center], father .Isaac Stoneman, age 35
, mother .Amelia Dawn, age 33
, sibling(s) .None
, pet(s) .Juniper; white cat with odd eyes and grey stripes down it’s spine
, other family/house members
.Regina Dawn; aunt, age 24
.Lewis Lawson; Amelia’s fiancé, age 36
.Tamara Dawn; grandmother, she is currently in a coma, age 58
, history
.Amelia wasn’t one of those girls who fell foolishly in love and then happened to end up pregnant right after high school. No, Amelia was one of the girls who ended up pregnant their sophomore year and to be completely honest; Amelia wasn’t really in love with Isaac either. Isaac and Amelia had been friends since her arrival in a high school; he was two grades ahead of her so he always seemed above her in many ways. Their hook ups were inevitable though; it’s what happens when you put two attractive people in a room together. They had admired each other, maybe even loved each other, but they were never in love. It was never anything like that.
.When Amelia told Isaac she was pregnant with his kid he told her it would be better, safer, for her and the kid if she just had an abortion. They never did speak after that, not because Amelia was hurt; indeed she was; but he had left for Princeton University that night. Isaac was smart; a little weird sometimes when he would stop walking at random intervals or seemed to stare off at nothing at all; but Amelia knew he really had no time for young girls with no future ahead of them like her but she expected something else from him. She knew he wouldn’t stick around; but she didn’t expect to hear that.
.In spite of Isaac, Amelia kept the kid; obviously.
.Harper Sophia was born on April 13th; a good day and a good name Amelia believed. Amelia stayed in her mother’s house and dropped out of school once Harper was born. She picked up two jobs and became dependent on her mother, Tamara, and child sister, Regina, to watch her daughter.
.Since a young age Harper always had some of her father’s traits. Amelia would just watch as Harper would stop and stare at an empty street corner or a blank wall. Amelia never did anything; she just watched and wondered silently. When Harper started talking; she had everyone worried. Pointing to nothing and saying “look, look” was a common thing for Harper to do. When she started school though she started telling the stories; and often found herself punished for lying about things that weren’t really there. Teachers said it was her imagination and Tamara swore up and down it was the sugar and TV. Soon after that Harper stopped telling people about the things she saw and she learned not to stare too much with others around. They wouldn’t understand and Harper didn’t understand why she saw faeries either but the faeries usually ignored Harper. At the time she just thought that was what faeries did; ignore the people who saw them. Glimmer taught her otherwise though.
.Harper had been the tender age of nine when she first saw Glimmer. She hadn’t meant to see anyone; she had just been walking home from a friend’s house. The street lights flickered on in the residential streets on the outskirts of the city. Harper took the back way home; through the big yards that were nothing but an empty field, creek, and foot path away from the forest. Harper knew the forest wasn’t the safest place to go at night; all those faeries and she had seen what faeries did to each other and even heard them talk about what some of them did to humans so she kept her eyes glued to her toes and she walked across the lawns and leapt over small gardens and fences. She had noticed motion out of the corner of her eye but didn’t bother to look in the direction until she heard the muffled scream.
.The girl had to be around Harper’s age, maybe a couple years older but not much. The faerie had skin slate grey that was stretched taut over his boney structure of sharp angels and was nearly double the girl’s height; bending over her almost protectively. One of his bony, long fingered hands was wrapped around the girl’s mouth while his other hand stroked her hair almost lovingly. When the faeries mirror-like black eyes met Harper’s she was frozen; like a doe in the headlights of a car. She couldn’t look away as Glimmer drove his fingers deep into the girl’s sockets before dropping her limp, dead body to the ground.
.Harper still hasn’t forgotten her run home after she got feeling back in her legs when she started to watch Glimmer feast upon and tear at the human flesh before him. As frightened as she was; it was magnified times two when she woke up two nights later to Glimmer scratching at her bedroom window. He had made it clear he didn’t intend to harm her in any way and Glimmer never did. In fact, he watched over her. He explained why he had done what he did and taught her how to avoid letting faeries; or in general anything that wasn’t human; knowing she had the sight.
.Slowly he distorted her; Glimmer was a vicious faerie. He killed small animals, humans, and ate birds whole. The first few times Harper saw this she couldn’t handle it but soon it became an obsession of hers; death. It was disgusting and graceful all at once to her. Glimmer would only grin whenever she told him about it but she never spoke to anyone else about it; she knew it was a tilted perspective.
.Harper was good at keeping secrets and learned a lot from Glimmer but as she got older, she stopped sneaking out at night to run with him and lay in the field. Eventually Glimmer stopped coming, stopped trying to convince her to come with him. Harper knows that the dead sparrows on her windowsill every now and then are his way of saying he’s still around.
.When Harper started high school; she developed an outgoing personality. Boys liked her; she was starting to get friends; she got invited to parties; she was having fun with normal people, with humans, but it was then that Harper started to realize just how different she was. Harper kept most of herself private. She was so afraid she would be rejected; she wouldn’t be accepted if she did abnormal. They would cast her out just like Glimmer always told her.
.During Harper’s sophomore year, she started having sex and drinking heavily. She had a pregnancy scare over Christmas break even which she is pretty sure no one will ever know about. Harper fell into a deep depression when her closest friend ditched her completely. It was her worst fear and it came true. Now that it’s her junior year, she still hasn’t fully recovered but she’s mended her shell at least and that will have to do for now. She no longer lets anyone in though which is painful for her as she really just wants to love and be loved by someone who will tell her she’s perfect for them.
.Harper has recently started to have an issue with her own mind and feels she is slowly losing her sanity. She can’t tell anyone about her Sight and since recently she has been being followed by a couple of faeries everywhere; she is beginning to feel her secrets will kill her[/size][/ul].[/color]
` which only hollow voices sing.
[/b][/size][/center], member title .Not One of Their Kind
, rules word .-admin edit-
, rp sample .
Una's soaked hair, appearing black in it's wet state, clung to her face like a frightened child to its mother. A child; a child was the entire reason Una was lost now. Of course it hadn't been a real child, or at least Una was almost positive it wasn't. It's skin had been so pale and eyes so dark. But the child, a figment of her imagination or not, had lured her so far away from her apartment and to places that she didn't know of.
She pushed her hair out of her face with one hand before replacing it on her knee she clutched as if could keep her grounded in reality. Una's eyes were wide a blinking often in the rain as she shivered. Another sound came from far off, it sounded like a giggle. It couldn't be, It can't be, she reminded herself over and over. She wasn't right in the head but she had to tear herself away from the fantasy.
Una pressed her forehead down on her knees and grinded her teeth together before she brought her head back and hit it against the brick wall. She cringed slightly and her mind focused on the dull pain in the back of her head. "Good," she muttered to herself under her breath, "focus on the pain. Focus on what's real."
She sat there a moment longer before she pulled herself out of her makeshift haven by the garbage bin and the wall. Una didn't bother to pull up her hood. Her hair was already wet and hung in dark, lanky chunks. Her body was heavy with her wet clothing as she glanced around. She could see the main street not far from the warm and enchanting window of Dionysus' Cup.
Una walked past Dionysus' Cup, ignoring the glitter and temptation of warmth and others. She couldn't risk being around so many people right after a hallucination. She walked up, her hand deep in the damp pockets of her black zipper sweater. Her pale jeans were slightly darker as the clung like a second skin to her legs and they scuffed across the around with the soles of her slip-on's. she glanced up and down the busy main street and carefully read over the street sign. She sighed softly with relief as she knew where she was and started on her long walk home.
That's what should have happened.
[/size][/ul]` are there giants too, in the dance?
[/b][/size][/center]This application was made exclusively for Nevermore by Maura Lee Bee. Steal it, and I will release the hounds when you least expect it. And they're not cute little puppies either. They are ravenous beasts because I constantly forget to feed them. They bite, by the way. And love flesh. Don't make me release the hounds. O _ O
Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
[/size]Lyrics are from Meg & Dia's "Are There Giants Too, In the Dance?" on their album Here, Here, and Here.
