Harlow Yvonne

[Harlow Yvonne]

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T H E B A S I C S FULL NAME: Harlow Ann Yvonne PET NAMES: Harley AGE: Twenty Three BIRTH DATE: March fourth BIRTH PLACE: Halite District GENDER: Female SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried OCCUPATION: Lady In Waiting FEALTY: Pro-Empire OUT OF CHARACTER: Brandi WAYS OF CONTACT: yim: hellotokidoki EMAIL: Creeper!

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HISTORY:

Harlow was born to your average middle class family. Her mother was only averagely pretty and her father an average sort of handsome. This simply would no suffice for Harlow’s mother. She could not allow her beautiful daughter to be stuck in the middle. To be average. They were meant to be so much more. All through-out Harlow’s childhood, Mrs. Yvonne would spend and flourish on the private tudors the fashionable ladies’ children had. She would take on part time jobs to place Harlow in pretty silk dresses and clean leather shoes whlist attending tea parties the other high society children were at. It grew to the point of being neurotic. All Mrs. Yvonne wanted. All she needed. Now Harlow was a quiet child, proper in every way to please her strained mother. She wanted to do right by her parents and work hard for them like they had for her. Even with being thrown into parties and play-dates, Harlow had always much rather to curl up in a brightly lit home library and study and read whatever her hands could get a hold of. Philosophy and distant culture. Art and the history of copper. She loved it all but it wasn’t something she could discuss with the other young ladies of her age. She saved those talks for her father late at night, next to the fire and his glass of whiskey.

Mrs. Yvonne met her finale two days after Harlow was offered a job within the high walls of the Empire’s Castle as a lady in waiting. Sickness gripped the frail woman’s body and soon after, Mr. Yvonne followed after his wife’s footsteps to the afterlife due to grief. At least, that’s what Harlow has convinced herself.

Alone and now a proper woman, Harlow has forced herself to continue on her mother’s last wish. Be a society lady. Be proper. Move up as high as you can reach in status and make all of her work worth it. Will Harlow’s dreams get in the way of her mother’s wish?


ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:

Emily bore her gaze into the awkward little box on the table before her. It was plain. It was simple. It baffled her to no end.

The little presents inside were a whole other story. Before coming to RavenBlack, Miss Stone had never even heard of nicotine much less been this close to it. She couldn’t start to grasp the idea behind it. How could those stark white, usually white, little things be so alluring to so many? They gave you bad breath and caused all those problems. For humans at least. Emily wasn’t exactly sure what the long term effects they could have for a vampire. Of course, when one was immortal, how could you measure “long term effects”? You couldn’t really. Time had no end unless you were brutally murdered or ended your own life. And even then, how would one know what came next? Obviously there had to be something if there were vampires? Right? Wrong.

Emily gritted her teeth within her mouth, fingers touching her forehead one, two, three times. If she didn’t, her body would scream at her. Eli would bite at her ankles and torture the fair skin of her calf muscles until she did what her body demanded.

She didn’t know -why- she had to do those things. She just knew Eli would hurt her if she didn’t. And Emily knew she didn’t want Eli to hurt her. More importantly, Emily knew Eli didn’t want to hurt her either.

So she solved all these worries by just doing whatever it was she had to do.

Oh, there it was again. The burn that started in her chest, her fingers clamping up as if dehydrated with the flu and a horrid fever. Her breath came in panicked pants and she felt Eli eying her calves.

One, two, three times she touched her forehead. It happened again. She has started to babble within her head and felt the need to brush away the feeling in her forehead.

Now, before it could happen again, Emily wiggled her shapeless hips. “To indulge, or not. To taste thy bitter sweet kisses upon my lips. My virgin mouth.” Who was she kidding? Emily didn’t even know how to hold the damn cigarette.



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