Post by Harper Gwendolyn Matthews on Oct 3, 2010 16:14:28 GMT -5
HARPER | GWENDOLYN|MATTHEWS
crazy-PSYCHOTIC DISORDER-sultry
ALIAS: maddie
AGE: eighteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE : fffffffforever.
TIME ZONE: Pennsylvania that's where, so i couldn't tell ya'.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Ravencorre Academy
NAME: Harper Gwendolyn Matthews
NICKNAMES: Harp, Harpie, Harper, Baby
AGE: Nineteen
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
MEMBER GROUP: Psychotic Disorder
ILLNESS: Delusional disorder, Substance-abuse psychotic disorder.
LIKES:
+at
+Children
+Dancing
+Creative Writing
+Singing
+Nature
+Shopping
+Reading Horror Stories
+Rainstorms
+Ghost Stories/Ghost Hunting
+Horses
+Human Flesh
+Blood
+Torture
+Guessing games.
+Alcohol
+Cigarettes
+Sex
DISLIKES:
+Spiders
+The dark
+Demons
+Being sick
+Loud noises
+Prissy girls
+Goody toe shoes
+Prudes
HABITS:
+drums her fingers on anything while bored or in thought.
+bursts into laughter when frightened or angry.
QUIRKS:
+all her jeans must have holes in them, or she wont wear them.
+pretending her finger is a gun and 'shooting' people.
PERSONALITY:
The strengths of Harper's personality are that she is very self efficient. She can live on her own and has a lot of trouble asking for help. She is also very low maintenance, she is into simple living. She is a very strong woman, so she is rather hard to break down. She has a beautiful singing voice and is very talented with the guitar and knows it. She enjoys playing at coffee shops for extra cash. She also works wonders with children.
Of course, like every human being, Harper has weaknesses. Harper is extremely stubborn, hence why she will never ask for help. She is also very headstrong which is why people avoid arguing with her because whatever she says tends to go. She is highly sensitive, except she skips right over the sadness and moves straight for anger, so she has a quick temper. She loves alcohol and partying.
APPEARANCE:
Harper has very long, blond hair. Within her blond there are dark low lights and a mixture of waves and curls. Whenever she straightens it, it appears to be blond with nearly black stripes.
Her eyes are a very light blue, almost a light grey. Her eyes tend to always be wide, as well as her perfectly white smile. She is tall, around five feet and ten inches and she weighs about 125. She enjoys nudity and less clothing, but if she is forced too wear clothing, she'll usually be wearing jeans that was riddled with holes and any kind of shirt.
She usually wonders around barefoot, but will wear flip flops or cowboy boots if forced to do so.
HISTORY:
Harper was born in Huntly, Virgina. This is close to Front Royal and Flint Hill, about an hour away from Winchester. She lived in a huge manor for many years that was actually a old plantation. Thus, it being more then 100 years old with more than a hundred acres of land. Harper doesn't remember much of her childhood, though she's pretty sure it was a happy one. Nothing really too say, she only really remembered her teenager, preteen years. Pretty sad, I know. Thats when she first started to realize that people were shit. Oh, memory time from childhood. Harper used to be friends with younger boys and girls so she could push them around. She wanted to be in charge, she wanted to be the smarter one, the brains of the operation. She'd throw a fit if no one acknowledged her. She lived in quite the boring town. She rode horses since she was five, been around them since she was a baby. Hmmm, I guess I would say Harper found herself in quite the bad crowd, got into smoking cigarettes and drinking when she was fourteen. She broke the habit, but she does still smoke there and again and enjoys a drink with a group of friends. When she was in her twenties, finishing her third semester at college, she met a charming boy in her Psychology class by the name of Peregrin Merodoc, or Perry as she called him. After talking and a few dates, they decided to take the plunge into a actual relationship. For months the relationship was magical. Perry would horseback ride for her, bond with her family and even help babysit her youngest sister. He seemed perfect, almost too perfect. Of course, Harper was too naive that she was only just being used. When she turned twenty one, she was still in this relationship and things were going strong, until something odd happened. Perry wasn't acting himself at all, being unusually quiet. He got up to 'use the bathroom', walking behind the fair blond. All of a sudden, a cloth was put over her face. Perry had knocked her out with chloroform. She awoke in a old, abandoned farm house, looking into the face of her lover. He had kidnapped her and dead people we're all around her. Basically, he forced her to torture and kill innocent strangers, only to save her own ass from getting killed by Peregrin, who threatened to kill her if she didn't do what she was told. Within this time, Harper actually started to enjoy the torturing and the murdering. She actually ended up killing Perry, sick of him threatening her. She actually ate some of the flesh off his body whilst torturing him. She had a unique taste for it and actually finished off both his thighs within two days. She continued killing on her own, traveling state to state. She was finally captured and sent here.
The bouncy haired blonde sat within her dorm, laying on her flower patterned bed spread. She sighed, getting up with a grunt. What was there to do? She could exercise Sunny, but no…it was a tad bit cold. It also was apparently not socially acceptable to ride your fat ass pony around the university sports field. Whatever. She could do whatever she wanted, or at least, that’s what Harper thought.
She looked around her messy dorm room, no room mate yet, so it would be messy. She may clean it before they arrived, but it was there fault it took them so long to get here. Woah, where was all this negative energy coming from?! She thought to herself as she wondered around the messy room, trying to find her guitar case. She could go and play some music at the coffee shop.
She needed the extra cash, she had to horse to feed and shoe! She picked up the case and headed for the door, before she closed it behind her, she checked to see if she remembered her key. She did. She locked the door, than closed it behind her. She wore a pair of light blue jeans that were slightly baggy and riddled with holes. As a shirt, she wore a white cammi and a large sweater that fell over one shoulder.
She walked outside into the crisp air, wincing slightly. The wind seemed to whistle through all the holes in her jeans, but she grew used to it rather quickly. Lucky for her, it wasn’t too far of a walk. She frowned, she probably looked like a homeless girl, trying to play music for money. Oh well, that didn’t matter, as long as she was comfortable!
She walked into the warm coffee shop, walking over to the counter. “Medium Hot Chocolate?” She asked with a innocent smile. She waited for a moment, smacking her hand on the counter, looking around the place. No one she knew, than again, she wasn’t a local, she really didn’t know anyone. Most of the kids at college went to high school here and just transferred.
She was handed her boiling hot chocolate and she in turn handed the woman three dollars. She nodded in thanks and moved to one of the little tables by the window. She sat down and put the case on the floor, opening it to pull out her wonderful acoustic guitar. She left the guitar case open for tips, of course.
She started to strum, trying to tune the guitar to her liking. She started to play the tune to a Beatles song, everyone knew the Beatles, right?
“Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young Rocky in the eye Rocky didn't like that
He said I'm gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon.
Rocky Raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy.
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy.
Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoedown
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot-he drew first and shot
And Rocky collapsed in the corner.
The doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it's only a scratch
And I'll be better I'll be better doc as soon as I am able.
Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon's bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky's revival…”
She finished the song and looked down at the case. There were some money in it as well as folded pieces of paper, which she assumed was phone numbers. “Any requests?” She asked with a smirk.
