"Save your breath. I've heard it all before."
General Knowledge
Full Name:
Harper Dawn Foster
Nickname:
Harp, Dawn, Angel (by clients).
Gender:
Female
Age:
Twenty
Ethnicity/Race:
1/2 Native American, 1/2 Caucasian
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual
Room #:
250
Prior Occupation:
Prostitute
Current Occupation:
Job: Empowerer
Gift of Innocence:
"Listen Well"
The Empowerer is tasked with helping others get up from their sulking, agony, and lack of confidence. She will guide those who were lost, thrown away, and shunned by society to a new direction in life. Her Gift of Innocence, "Listen Well," enables her to allow the person she is talking to to listen and obey her advice and commands. Once she has the person's attention, she can plant images and memories into their mind, as long as they are under her control. It is given to one who has been used by both family and strangers and who has felt worthless with no one listening to her. There are however, limitations to this power as the person must be able to actually hear the command (that means if the person is not paying attention, is listening to something else, or there's loud noise in the area the person won't obey) and the empowerer must say a command. It must be noted that it feels nice to be listened to and have everyone obey your commands, but overuse and overconfidence breeds arrogance, a dictator mindset, and the need to have control all the time.
Things You Want To Know
Hair Color:
Dark chocolate brown
Eye Color:
Winter sky blue-grey
Height:
5'4"
Weight:
123 pounds
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
Two in each ear.
Scars:
A burn mark on her left hip about the size of a cigarette end (from a special request, she was paid three grand to let him do it). Various other scars that are barely noticeable.
Character Color:
darkgreen
Description:
Harper enjoys being a woman, and does not mind flaunting off her curvaceous figure. Sundresses and other update and in-fashion items are her clothing of choice. Her hair is a dark chocolate brown that cascades well past her shoulders. Her eyes are a startling bluegrey, that sink deep into her soul. Her mother always told her that her sisterâs eyes were like the tree- grounded and steadfast, and Harperâs eyes were like the water, always moving, always changing. Harperâs skin is permanently sun kissed, a natural tan from her Native American heritage. Harper stands at an average height for women, but a slightly smaller size for her age. Sheâs only around 5â4â, give or take an inch. Her build is a slender hour glass. Most of her body is taken up by her legs, which are athletically toned. On her left hip is a small cigarette burn from a client who paid a hefty sum to leave a mark on her. It was the first and last permanent mark she received in the life style. The burn is a constant reminder of where she has been, and where she was told she'd always be.
Dark chocolate brown
Eye Color:
Winter sky blue-grey
Height:
5'4"
Weight:
123 pounds
Tattoos:
None.
Piercings:
Two in each ear.
Scars:
A burn mark on her left hip about the size of a cigarette end (from a special request, she was paid three grand to let him do it). Various other scars that are barely noticeable.
Character Color:
darkgreen
Description:
Harper enjoys being a woman, and does not mind flaunting off her curvaceous figure. Sundresses and other update and in-fashion items are her clothing of choice. Her hair is a dark chocolate brown that cascades well past her shoulders. Her eyes are a startling bluegrey, that sink deep into her soul. Her mother always told her that her sisterâs eyes were like the tree- grounded and steadfast, and Harperâs eyes were like the water, always moving, always changing. Harperâs skin is permanently sun kissed, a natural tan from her Native American heritage. Harper stands at an average height for women, but a slightly smaller size for her age. Sheâs only around 5â4â, give or take an inch. Her build is a slender hour glass. Most of her body is taken up by her legs, which are athletically toned. On her left hip is a small cigarette burn from a client who paid a hefty sum to leave a mark on her. It was the first and last permanent mark she received in the life style. The burn is a constant reminder of where she has been, and where she was told she'd always be.
For Better Or For Worse
Personality:
{Ashamed, Secretive, Loyal, Adaptive, Guarded}
Harper Dawn Foster. She doesn't look like your average small town girl, but she was until she turned 15, when her mother died. Whatâs this got to do with her personality? A lot, actually. Harper used to be on the cheer leading squad at her middle school, and like most cheerleaders she had that no-matter-what-everything-will-be-perfect attitude. She was care-free. She was that friend who would show up at your house at four in the morning when your boyfriend broke up with you, climb in through your window so your parents donât wake up kinda girl⊠but she had her dark side then, too. The kind of dark side that drove her to beat in her exâs car while he was at work one day, after she found a pair of some other girlâs underwear in his car. Fifteen seems so young to her now.
Now. She was someone else entirely. A dark shadow of the happy girl she used to be. Numb to the world, stuck in fast forward, trapped in a downward spiral that even her best friend, iced Vodka, canât get her out of. Traces of the old Harper still surface every now and again. When she gets a new diamond necklace from an admirer, or when she gets a million flowers on Valentineâs Day. The simple, little highs that living her life bring. Harperâs personality is hard to describe, because she doesnât even know herself anymore. A little voice in the back of her head whispers for her to do things she knows she shouldnât do. Harper may seem on edge to people around her, a little high strung perhaps, a little spacey. Here in a moment, gone in a flash.
There are some things about her, though, that have stuck with her through the years. She enjoys deep, emotional relationships with her Sisters (the other women of her workplace). I suppose she figures if sheâs going to sleep with them, she might as well like them. Harper has long since forgotten if she was straight or not. Now she just says sheâs whatever sheâs told to be. That goes for the men, as well. One of the best traits Harper has is her ability to adapt, and change herself to be whatever is desired of her. Sheâs been changing and adapting for so long now, sheâs almost forgotten where she stops and the act begins.
One thing's for sure; she's tired of living the life she's made for herself. She wants to be treated with respect; to be able to walk the streets at night without being called to or picked up. She longs to be the average small town girl, but she's not. Through the years in her life of work she had learned to be manipulative, intimidating, seductive, and numb; but that's not who she wants to be. She wants to be fun-loving, care free, loving, caring, and honest. She's been living in the dark for so long, she's scared that the light will blind her.
Hobbies:
አDancing (stripping, hiphop, tap, and ballet)
አRock climbing
አYoga
Habits:
â„ Running every day.
â„ Biting her lip when she's mad or embarrassed.
â„ Lying about who she is in public.
Oddities:
⣠Being called 'sexy' or 'hot' irritates her.
⣠Refuses to take pills, regardless of how sick she is.
Likes/Loves:
â Strawberries
â Horseback riding
â The smell of rain
â Art (even though she's not talented in it)
â Sunflowers
Dislikes/Hates:
â Grapes
â The color yellow
â Cats
â Talking about her past
â Her life
{Ashamed, Secretive, Loyal, Adaptive, Guarded}
Harper Dawn Foster. She doesn't look like your average small town girl, but she was until she turned 15, when her mother died. Whatâs this got to do with her personality? A lot, actually. Harper used to be on the cheer leading squad at her middle school, and like most cheerleaders she had that no-matter-what-everything-will-be-perfect attitude. She was care-free. She was that friend who would show up at your house at four in the morning when your boyfriend broke up with you, climb in through your window so your parents donât wake up kinda girl⊠but she had her dark side then, too. The kind of dark side that drove her to beat in her exâs car while he was at work one day, after she found a pair of some other girlâs underwear in his car. Fifteen seems so young to her now.
Now. She was someone else entirely. A dark shadow of the happy girl she used to be. Numb to the world, stuck in fast forward, trapped in a downward spiral that even her best friend, iced Vodka, canât get her out of. Traces of the old Harper still surface every now and again. When she gets a new diamond necklace from an admirer, or when she gets a million flowers on Valentineâs Day. The simple, little highs that living her life bring. Harperâs personality is hard to describe, because she doesnât even know herself anymore. A little voice in the back of her head whispers for her to do things she knows she shouldnât do. Harper may seem on edge to people around her, a little high strung perhaps, a little spacey. Here in a moment, gone in a flash.
There are some things about her, though, that have stuck with her through the years. She enjoys deep, emotional relationships with her Sisters (the other women of her workplace). I suppose she figures if sheâs going to sleep with them, she might as well like them. Harper has long since forgotten if she was straight or not. Now she just says sheâs whatever sheâs told to be. That goes for the men, as well. One of the best traits Harper has is her ability to adapt, and change herself to be whatever is desired of her. Sheâs been changing and adapting for so long now, sheâs almost forgotten where she stops and the act begins.
One thing's for sure; she's tired of living the life she's made for herself. She wants to be treated with respect; to be able to walk the streets at night without being called to or picked up. She longs to be the average small town girl, but she's not. Through the years in her life of work she had learned to be manipulative, intimidating, seductive, and numb; but that's not who she wants to be. She wants to be fun-loving, care free, loving, caring, and honest. She's been living in the dark for so long, she's scared that the light will blind her.
Hobbies:
አDancing (stripping, hiphop, tap, and ballet)
አRock climbing
አYoga
Habits:
â„ Running every day.
â„ Biting her lip when she's mad or embarrassed.
â„ Lying about who she is in public.
Oddities:
⣠Being called 'sexy' or 'hot' irritates her.
⣠Refuses to take pills, regardless of how sick she is.
Likes/Loves:
â Strawberries
â Horseback riding
â The smell of rain
â Art (even though she's not talented in it)
â Sunflowers
Dislikes/Hates:
â Grapes
â The color yellow
â Cats
â Talking about her past
â Her life
Stuff You Shouldn't know...
Strengths and Weaknesses
Character Skills/Talents:What is your character good at doing?
Harper is obviously a master of seduction. Sheâs spent years with The Madam and has learned a lot from her. Sheâs also very good at defusing tense situations. Another talent of hers, is finding out things about someone that they donât want found out. Sheâs amazing at digging up dirt on someone to use against them later if she ever has the need to. Harper is very good at acting; from pretending to be interested in the conversation to role playing in the bedroom. Sheâs an excellent dancer, as she keeps her body in top form for her job.
Character Flaws/Weaknesses:What is your character bad at doing?
Harper has never been truly in love with someone, so she lacks a certain softness that some men want. Sheâs much better at the tie-me-down-and-show-me-that-you-like me, rough-love sort of situations. Harper knows how to have sex; but when it comes to making love⊠sheâs at a loss. She also is a terrible cook, if it can burnâit will. She has a revenge problem that she doesnât quite know how to stop; as I said earlier, once you get on her bad side⊠youâre there for good. She also has a jealous bone the size of Texas. She is extremely jealous of those younger than her, especially The Baby and the Madamâs Daughter. The Security is the only man sheâs ever met that was decent, and after years of being around him he has remained that way. Sheâs developed a tender spot for him, and in a world of lust and fantasy, a real world fancy could mean the end of you. The Madam warned her when she first started against falling for anyone. Escorts are not meant to fall in love, so she's never been given the chance. She doesn't know what real love is.
Secrets:
1. She has murdered.
2. Her stage name is Ivory Pierce.
3. She has gone slightly mental after the years of sexual abuse. She has heard voices, and sometimes sees flashbacks.
Character Skills/Talents:What is your character good at doing?
Harper is obviously a master of seduction. Sheâs spent years with The Madam and has learned a lot from her. Sheâs also very good at defusing tense situations. Another talent of hers, is finding out things about someone that they donât want found out. Sheâs amazing at digging up dirt on someone to use against them later if she ever has the need to. Harper is very good at acting; from pretending to be interested in the conversation to role playing in the bedroom. Sheâs an excellent dancer, as she keeps her body in top form for her job.
Character Flaws/Weaknesses:What is your character bad at doing?
Harper has never been truly in love with someone, so she lacks a certain softness that some men want. Sheâs much better at the tie-me-down-and-show-me-that-you-like me, rough-love sort of situations. Harper knows how to have sex; but when it comes to making love⊠sheâs at a loss. She also is a terrible cook, if it can burnâit will. She has a revenge problem that she doesnât quite know how to stop; as I said earlier, once you get on her bad side⊠youâre there for good. She also has a jealous bone the size of Texas. She is extremely jealous of those younger than her, especially The Baby and the Madamâs Daughter. The Security is the only man sheâs ever met that was decent, and after years of being around him he has remained that way. Sheâs developed a tender spot for him, and in a world of lust and fantasy, a real world fancy could mean the end of you. The Madam warned her when she first started against falling for anyone. Escorts are not meant to fall in love, so she's never been given the chance. She doesn't know what real love is.
Secrets:
1. She has murdered.
2. Her stage name is Ivory Pierce.
3. She has gone slightly mental after the years of sexual abuse. She has heard voices, and sometimes sees flashbacks.
Fears/Phobias:
! Overdosing. When you walk into a bathroom and find the woman who read you bedtime stories slumped over in a pool of her own blood, it's going to stick with you. The tiny white pills lay sprawled out from her fingertips, and a white soft foam gurgled from her throat when Harper moved her into a seated position. She will never forget. The voices won't let her. "...mom?"
! Being found out. A life on the run would have been exhausting. Instead, she chose to live in the spotlight; hidden in plain sight. There is always the threat though, with every uniform pair of pants that she unzips. What if someone found out? What if someone knew? She would rather die than go to jail. "I'm not meant to live in a cage."
! Afraid of never finding someone to love her for her- and not just for her body. "I'm more than just a pretty face... right?"
! Overdosing. When you walk into a bathroom and find the woman who read you bedtime stories slumped over in a pool of her own blood, it's going to stick with you. The tiny white pills lay sprawled out from her fingertips, and a white soft foam gurgled from her throat when Harper moved her into a seated position. She will never forget. The voices won't let her. "...mom?"
! Being found out. A life on the run would have been exhausting. Instead, she chose to live in the spotlight; hidden in plain sight. There is always the threat though, with every uniform pair of pants that she unzips. What if someone found out? What if someone knew? She would rather die than go to jail. "I'm not meant to live in a cage."
! Afraid of never finding someone to love her for her- and not just for her body. "I'm more than just a pretty face... right?"
Remembering The Past
Biography
Place Of Origin:
Virginia
Birth Date:
November 23rd
History:
Where shall we begin? At the beginning, I suppose. Harper was born in the small, very isolated, Northern town of Staunton, Virginia. You practically need a magnifying glass to find it on the map. She was raised there as a happy child. At the age of ten she started cheerleading. Her mother was so proud. Harper's mother, Annabelle Foster, was her idol. The two did almost everything together, and her mother never missed a cheerleading competition. When Harper was 13 a boy from school came home with her on the bus. His name was Tyler, and he was 15. He was a handsome boy, with dark brown hair and charming green eyes. Of course Harper was in love with him. They went into her treehouse, and he kissed her ever so gently on the cheek. âDonât tell anyone.â he had said. She promised she wouldnât, and he showed her what was below his belt. âYou want to touch it?â he asked. Harper felt a small twist in her stomach. This was wrong. She told him she didnât want to, and went to climb out of the tree house, but he grabbed her by her ankle and pull her back. He forced her down, and raped her. Tyler told her that if she told anyone, heâd kill her. So she didnât, and once a week after school Tyler would come over.
Around her 16th birthday, Tyler moved away- he joined the Army. Surprisingly things went back to normal for Harper. She was doing very well on the cheerleading team now, and although she wasnât captain yet there were rumors of her being voted for next. A few months after Harper turned 17, her mother committed suicide. Distraught, Harper dropped out of cheerleading. It wouldnât be the same without her mother. She went through the rest of high school in a haze, secretly sleeping around with almost the entire football team. Well, it was only a secret to her father who didnât pay he much attention at all. It seemed his mind was elsewhere those days. It took two years for her to figure out why her sweet mother committed suicide. Her father had been cheating on herâwith a man. Unable to bare the shame in such a small southern town, her mother opted for a different way out. She overdosed herself on Harperâs pain medicine that had been left over from a sprained wrist from Cheerleading. Harper found her slumped over in the bathroom â too late to be saved. To this day Harper would rather suffer through being sick, than take a pill.
Unable to stand the sight of her father, and loathing him for what he did to her mother, she decided that she was going to kill him. She waited very patiently. She could have won an award for her acting skills, as she even made him believe that she forgave him and wanted to meet this âother manâ. After months of waiting, her father finally worked up the courage to let her meet this man in person.
She came down the stairs of their beautiful, but lonely, two story home and froze. Hand still on the railing, she staring calmly at the sight before her. Tyler. He stood with an idiotic, embarrassed smile on his face, with one of his arms wrapped around her fatherâs waist. She blinked once, twice, three times; trying to clear this nightmare from in front of herâbut it was real. Collecting herself, she told her father that she forgave him, and asked if Tyler would be staying the night. Thrilled that his daughter was so accepting, he asked and Tyler agreed to stay the night. She waited until they left to go pick up dinner for the three of them. In their absence, she set about her plan. When they returned, she pretended that everything was fine, and went to bed early. She sat in her room, which was across the hall from her fathers room, and glared at her reflection as she listened to their moans. Once they had stopped, she calmly put her bookbag full of everything she thought sheâd need, including the money from her fatherâs safe, onto her back.
She calmly walked out the door, turning on her heel at the last moment to take in the vision of her familyâs estate. With a blank expression she dropped the match onto the gasoline soaked rug, and stood for a moment to watch the flames burst and rush up the trail she had made just after they went to sleep. She calmly walked down the dirt driveway of her house as flames began to fill up the windows of her childhood home. She turned and looked back, only able to make out two figures frantically trying to open the windows of her fatherâs room. You see, they had not noticed when they went to bed that she had switched the door knob around, so as to lock it from the outside. Nor did they notice as they made love, throbbing the headboard of the bed into the wall, that she had also nailed the windows shut earlier that day. Their screams sounded very muffled from her distance. Ironic, how her father called for help now when he knew there was none. He had chosen the house so far into the sticks, away from people, himself. There was not a soul for at least twelve miles.
That was the last time she saw her father. She didnât know where she was going, but when she reached the bus stop she bought the first ticket out. Detroit, Michigan read the sign above the bus. âDetroit, huh? Sounds good to meâŠâ
When she arrived in Detroit she had very little money left. With no money for another bus ticket, she decided this was where sheâd stay. Once all of her money was gone, due to food and hotel expenses, and unable to find work, it seemed only natural to join a brothel. She had had her virginity stolen from her, so sex for her was just a means for money; nothing more. It wasnât long before the Madam found her and showed her what it was like to be a classy escort over a slutty whore. She began to bring in the money faster than any other girl; and the men began asking for her by name. By the time she was 20, she was at the top of her game, and bringing in loads from The Madam. Life was perfect, or at least it appeared that way. Who could turn up their nose at three meals, housing, and being the guilty pleasure of all the richest men in Detroit? Not Harper. She couldn't. She had no where else to go.
The voices started around that same time. She had never been much of a drinker, but Vodka quickly became her best friend. It soothed away the guilty voices in her mind, and hushed the screams of her father that echoed on a sick repeat. Soon after, she started seeing things. Her mother slumped over in bathrooms, or her fatherâs face in reflective surfaces. Itâs a real mood-killer. Harper knows as long as she brings in money, she can stay, so she pretends her mind is not deteriorating at the rate that it is. To make matters worse, thereâs The Baby (the youngest girl in the brothel) she has to worry about. Sheâs young, and beautiful, and a threat. Harper realizes now that sheâs turned 20 that she might not be able to do this forever. She is comforted by the fact that she has a baby face, and can easily look 16. Sheâs started lying about her age to clients, able to be however old The Madam wants her to be. Above everything, Harper knows she has to stop hearing the voices, has to stop seeing things. Her life depends on it⊠but they just wonât go away.
At least, that was until she met Him. One night, as she was walking back home she was stopped by a handsome stranger. "Are you looking for a good time, Sugar?" Her balance was slightly off, as she swayed gently, eyes losing their focus. The vodka bottle in the brown bag was already half empty. The stranger told her that he had something for her, " You seem like someone who has been through immense suffering, and is desperately looking for a way to turn things around." "Fuck you," she snapped, narrowing her eyes as she attempted to stride past him. He reached out, gently stopping her as he explained about his boss' company, "... Gift of Innocence..." She stopped, humoring him by staying long enough to listen. "Sure, darlin'," she laughed, not believing a word he said. "You accept, then?" She stared at him for a moment longer, a smile toying with her lips. A second chance? A clean slate? Was that even possible? She was about to say yes, and then something cheeky, but the world around her turned dark. When she woke up, she found a letter sitting in her lap. The rest, is, as they say; History.
Family Tree
None living.
Happiest Memory:
Winning her first cheerleading trophy.
Saddest Memory:
Finding her mother.
Theme Song
"The Gift" | Seether
Hold me now I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to
I'm so ashamed of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to get by
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing
I suppose I'll let it go
Until I have something more to say for me
I'm so afraid of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to defy
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
Hold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I need
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
Now I'm ashamed of this
I am so ashamed of this
Now I'm so ashamed of me
I am so ashamed of me...
Hold me now I need to feel relief
Like I never wanted anything
I suppose I'll let this go and find a reason I'll hold on to
I'm so ashamed of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to get by
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
I can't face myself when I wake up
And look inside a mirror
I'm so ashamed of that thing
I suppose I'll let it go
Until I have something more to say for me
I'm so afraid of defeat
And I'm out of reason to believe in me
I'm out of trying to defy
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
Hold me now I need to feel complete
Like I matter to the one I need
I'm so afraid of the gift you give me
I don't belong here and I'm not well
I'm so ashamed of the lie I'm living
Right on the wrong side of it all
Now I'm ashamed of this
I am so ashamed of this
Now I'm so ashamed of me
I am so ashamed of me...
Other
Other/Misc:
Wants to gain: What does your character want out of this job?
A chance at a life in the daylight.
Wants to gain: What does your character want out of this job?
A chance at a life in the daylight.
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