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Name:
Harper Mormont
Nicknames:
Harps, Mormont
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Species:
Human
Talents:
+ Rock/Wall Climbing
+ Archery
+ Hunting/Tracking
+ Drawing
+ Strong memory
Weaknesses:
- Mortal
- Allergic to bees
- Human (can't see in the dark, normal senses, etc.)
- Can't swim
- Torn (see history)
Fears:
! Deep water
! Bees
+ Hunting (animals and vampires)
+ Old buildings
+ Drawing
+ Wall/Rock Climbing (heights in general, really)
+ Archery
- Hot weather
- Insects
- Vampires
- Tight places
- Religion
Harper has spent the better half of her life training to follow after the bloodline she was born into. That is, being a slayer. She was never allowed to be the girl she might have been had she been born an average girl. Although she is only in her early twenties, she is mature for her age. So mature, in fact, that it's very often she forgets that she's supposed to be a regular human outside of her night job. She's very studious and dedicated to the cause... perhaps a little too much. Instead of enjoying nights on the town like regular girls, she spends her evenings training and studying. Her loyalty to her books extends to her friends and family. At least it would, if she had many friends. In truth, outside of her family, she barely has any relation with anyone. Even other slayers.
She is both hardheaded and determined. Her standard demeanor is cold and standoffish. She easily comes off as a bitch to those who don't know her. Often times she will tell someone exactly what she's thinking if asked, without considering the impact her words might have on their feelings. Speaking of feelings, outside of her family, she is a every-person-for-themselves sort of woman. She is not one to stick her neck on the line for anyone outside of her flesh and blood, with the exception of her two-three close friends. Growing up as a trained weapon, she has a very bleak outlook on life, and what is right and what is wrong. A simple calculation in her head and she could leave someone to die if the risk to her and her slayers is too great. Harper is often the one to step up in a group and make the hard choice that no one else wants to make.
Determined | Studious | Cold | Distant | Aloof | Reserved | Natural Leader | Hardheaded | Mature | Blunt | Loyal
History:
Harper was born to the prestigious line of slayers. The Mormonts. For generations their bloodline has produced some of the strongest, most famous slayers in North America. Needless to stay, she had a tall shadow to stand under when she was born. True to her bloodline, she rose quickly through the ranks in her training- racing to the top of the order where she was assigned to the hunters class. No paperwork for her! As is tradition, her class was split into pairs... and so, Harper Mormont met the man that would become her dearest, most trusted friend; Samuel Turner. At first, she couldn't stand him. She didn't see the point in tying herself to someone else. It just gave her another body to worry about-- another life to protect. In the end, though, his demeanor won her over and the often icy Harper Mormont let him into her small circle of trust. Hundreds of vampires fell between them.
Everything was wonderful until that fateful day. Samuel was ambushed in his apartment and murdered by vampires. Enraged, Harper spent the next two months going solo-- tracking down every vampire she could, including breaking curfew to do so. She was distraught. The next couple months went by in a blur. She was completely empty inside, and her hate of vampires drove her to the point of hating everyone around her, too. She spent every waking hour trying to hunt down the specific vampires that had taken her best friend from her. One lead would leach to another, and that, to another. It seemed a never-ending web of lies and truth that led her in circles.
So volatile was she, that her family whisked her away from the city one afternoon. 'To take some time away', they told her. She had only been within her family's country house for a month when she was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night. Gas filled the room. Despite her best effort to run for her gas mask, she was overcome. When she awoke, she was in a cell-like room with a tv blaring static. As it came in and out of focus, a voice came over an intercom to brief her on what was to come.
Learn to work with vampires, or rot away in a maze.
Twenty-two seemed like a good age to die.
Hexcode:
#135713
Face Claim:
Jennifer Lawrence