| Harper Lynn Mayweather |
"You know what they say right? You need a touch of insanity to do great things... Or maybe I just say that."
♫♫♫ The Outsiders | NeedToBreathe ♫♫♫
"You know what they say right? You need a touch of insanity to do great things... Or maybe I just say that."
♫♫♫ The Outsiders | NeedToBreathe ♫♫♫
Mᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.
| Nicknames |
"What? Harper isn't pretty enough? Tell me I'm pretty!"
| Role |
The Dreamer
| Age |
26
| Height |
5'3"
| Build |
Feminine
"What? Harper isn't pretty enough? Tell me I'm pretty!"
| Role |
The Dreamer
| Age |
26
| Height |
5'3"
| Build |
Feminine
| Appearance |
What's there to say about Harper that a good once over wouldn't tell you? Locks of auburn brown hair fall down past her shoulders. By the grace of God and good fortunes, her hair has decided to keep itself straight, requiring only the minimal of combing, else Harper might just had cut it all off a long time ago. However, when she wants to feel especially pretty she has been known to curl it. Bright dapple brown eyes are always happy and sparkling, looking upward toward the heavens and the clouds. She's stands at a meager five foot three inches, and on the lighter end of the scale at one-hundred fifteen pounds. She has a reckless swinging gait, hands and arms flying every which way-- an outlet for her boundless energy. Her face is composed of soft angles that form into her jawline and her cheeks. That very face is incredibly expressive, and manages to speak [i]almost as much as her tongue does. A quick glance easily reveals whatever she's thinking or feeling at a moment's notice.
Her body, well it isn't supermodel quality, as much as she tries to argue. Actually, her body's quite realistic. No plastic, no jarring forms, just simply organic. She's not a barbie doll. She has natural curves from her chest to her waist all the way to her hips. This she knows, and she milks it for all she's worth. Harper loves to pop her hips as she walks if she's in a playful mood. Otherwise, she's average. Average bust, average dimensions, average, average, average. Something need to be, because Harper certainly isn't your average lady. What she likes to wear varies. Maybe varies isn't the right word. She likes to what what she likes to wear, which mean she wears anything she very well pleases. Labels are for losers. From a hoodie and jeans to a sundress and flats, it doesn't matter. She does however like to put stuff on her head. Stuff. it doesn't necessarily have to be a hat. More often than once she had forced her gourd into a cardboard box.
| Distinguishing Features |
Dancing wild eyes and an expressive face. In the ways of tattoos, she has a compass on her shoulder and a chain around her wrist.
Dancing wild eyes and an expressive face. In the ways of tattoos, she has a compass on her shoulder and a chain around her wrist.
Bᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ.
| Personality |
| Personality |
If she knows that she's crazy, then is she really crazy? Do crazy people have that kind of self-awareness? Despite the tiny package, Harper is a larger than life figure. Harper knows that her personality is atypical of the norm. She is energetic, optimistic, and ambitious, with her eyes always turned toward the horizon. Harper doesn't know the meaning of the word hesitation. If she wants to do something, then by God she's going to do it without a second thought. There's a drive there and she won't accept anything less than perfect. She blames her OCD for this. That being said, adding to the list of words she doesn't know the meaning to, surrender is another. She's not going to give up on something. This manifests itself in everything from small to large. If she wants to know something about someone, then she'll nag them until either they relent, or she gets shooed off- even then, they'll just have to contend with her later.
Harper does not possess the mind of an ordinary person. Her thought process is a strange one. It gives rise to unique and strange ideas that may seem crazy-- but always crazy enough to work. Unless, you know, there's a simpler solution to be had. At which point, by all means, lets go with that one. By no means is Harper a shy creature, and the mere though of the word shy and Harper in the same sentence is laughable. Unless the sentence is "Harper's a few cards shy of a whole deck". Then it's true. She will talk to anyone, anywhere, no matter who they are, what they look like, or what they're doing. More often than once she'd had an entire conversation just to realize she doesn't know the other party's name.
She can be likened to a magpie, incessantly chirping and taken to flights of fancy. Harper is the last person you should trust a secret to, as she is the little birdy that tells secrets. Nevertheless, the tries to be a warm open person, who will not allow herself to feel disheartened, sad, or sorry for herself. She doesn't like it when others are sad, and will always try to cheer people up. A smile is worth much more to her than a frown. She likes to sing, sometimes obnoxiously so. Sometimes she stricken with the urge to dance, so she does. She's a free-spirit with her head in the clouds which give her a nice view on the world.
Life is not all sunshine and rainbows though, and Harper is no different. She sometimes has bouts of self doubt, which tend to frighten her. If she feels anything besides her default happy-go-lucky nature it terrifies her. She will always put on a show like everything is alright and fine, but her face tends to betray her attempts. She freely admits she's a bit crazy, but what she doesn't admit is she's afraid that it's true. It's best to hide in plain sight, after all.
| Secrets |
~ Mental Illness ~
While it's possible she might have one, she hasn't had herself checked out for fear of being proven correct. Still, this secret isn't for her, but rather her mother and sister. Mental illness runs in her family, with her mother suffering from Manic/Depressive Schizophrenia. There were times where she was the happiest person in the world, and she and Harper were the best of friends, and there were other times where she wouldn't give her daughter the time of day, and just yelled at her. Sparced between these episodes were moments of paranoia, hallucinations, or mumbling to herself. Comparably, Harper was a beacon of normalcy. She keeps this bit of information to herself, for fear if anyone else knew, they'd think she was just as crazy.
| Fears |
- Heights -
It's not the fall that'll kill you, but the sudden stop at the end.
- Insanity -
While she likes to play up the fact that she's off-kilter, it terrifies her greatly that one day it won't be an act, and she'll end up like her mother and sister.
Rᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ.
~ Mental Illness ~
While it's possible she might have one, she hasn't had herself checked out for fear of being proven correct. Still, this secret isn't for her, but rather her mother and sister. Mental illness runs in her family, with her mother suffering from Manic/Depressive Schizophrenia. There were times where she was the happiest person in the world, and she and Harper were the best of friends, and there were other times where she wouldn't give her daughter the time of day, and just yelled at her. Sparced between these episodes were moments of paranoia, hallucinations, or mumbling to herself. Comparably, Harper was a beacon of normalcy. She keeps this bit of information to herself, for fear if anyone else knew, they'd think she was just as crazy.
| Fears |
- Heights -
It's not the fall that'll kill you, but the sudden stop at the end.
- Insanity -
While she likes to play up the fact that she's off-kilter, it terrifies her greatly that one day it won't be an act, and she'll end up like her mother and sister.
Rᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ.
History
On the surface, the Mayweathers were your typical family of five. Harper was the youngest child, with a year separating her and her brother and six between her and her sister. They were just your usual suburban family, the father worked while the mother stayed at home with her children. Though you know what they say, never judge a book by it's cover. The Mayweather's were anything but ordinary. Their mother suffered from a mental disorder, a Manic/Depressive Schizophrenia. Basically a bipolar schizo. She was the best mother any of them could have when she was in her manic moods. Boundless energy, loving, excited, and happy. These were the best times, and ones that Harper looks the most fondly on. It was the depressive and the schizophrenia that they could have done without. There were weeks at a time where her mother would hole up in their bedroom and just lie the day away. These days, she had a short fuse and would blow up at the slightest hint. The three siblings stepped on eggshells once her bedroom door shut and locked.
Their father... Well, during these weeks he simply left. He rented a motel room and left the kids to fend for themselves. More than once Harper smelled alcohol on him on the days he returned. It was during these episodes the Mayweather children looked after each other. Since her sister, Angela, was the oldest it was her they tended to look up to, but her and her brother, Caleb did their share. They cooked, they cleaned, they tried not to raise their mother's wrath, and they cared for each other in these weeks. Inevitably, their mother always relapsed back into her mania and she apologized profusely for her actions, and their father returned letting the next month or so become relatively normal.
Life continued on this schedule and it wasn't until Harper reached her teens that she realized their way of life was certainly not normal. But they survived, and they had more happy times than sad times. It certainly wasn't typical, but it was life. During Angela's late teens, Harper and Caleb noticed something.. Odd about their sister. She began to have episodes reminiscent of their mother's. Though none of them admitted it, this terrified both Harper and Caleb. They both feared that they would end up just like that. It terrified them to no end. Soon, in a bout of mania, their sister moved out west, toward California on a moments notice, leaving both Caleb and Harper with their mother and father.
Both children went through their late teens in fear of the Bipolar disorder, but they came and went without incident. Harper believed she got off easy with only a mild case of (self-diagnosed) OCD. Once they were old enough, they struck out on their own and found employment. Caleb and Harper kept in touch all the way up to the... Incident.
Harper had her ear-buds in, singing along to a song she had playing-- much to the chagrin of the other passengers-- when it wrecked. When she left, imagine her shock and surprise to find out that she basically didn't exist anymore. Her family was nowhere to be find, her office didn't recognize her, shooing her out the door like some leper. This terrified her like nothing else had. Was finally going crazy? Was this how she would lose her mind? How much of her past did she make up? Or was it her present she was hallucinating. Needless to say, this sudden upheaval did her no favors. After an incident that involved her grabbing the collar of a stranger and begging him to, "Tell me I exist!", she was sent to the nearest asylum. The appearance of the woman in white did little to assuage her fears, but she still felt compelled to listen.
Following a figment of her imagination was better than rotting away in some cell, after all. Could she truly be crazy if she knows all of her circumstances are crazy? Well, she's about to find out.
