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Harlow Sera

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a character in “The Lost Planet”, as played by The Writer's Voice

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HARLOW SERA
never forget that justice is what love looks like in public.

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BASICS
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{Full Name}
HARLOW SERA

{Nicknames}
HARLEY, used by her sisters but she hates it.
HAWK, used by her fellow law enforcers.

{Age}
HUMANxxxxx19
AURUMxxxxx190

{Sexuality and Romantic Interest}
DEMISEXUAL, but before her heart froze over, it belonged only to Alfred.

{District}
FLIGHT

{Location}
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND

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ABILITIES
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From birth, she has grown into a set of wings that now have a full wingspan of twelve feet. Her paternal grandmother’s wings grew to twenty feet at full size and she hopes the same for herself. These wings allow her to fly at accelerated speed until she cannot breathe, and is slower while carrying someone. They are somewhat difficult to hide on earth, causing her to confine herself to a wheelchair and wrap them under a jacket or sweater, which is extremely uncomfortable for extended periods.

WING BLADES
The outside of her wings are incredibly sharp and long enough for her to fight with her wings. As long as she keeps them maintained, they can be used to protect her against enemies and form offensive attacks. She’s had to let them dull on earth as they would cut through her disguises.

FEATHER PROJECTION
The outside layer of her wings can also detach so she can send them toward her enemies. She has a limited amount that will regenerate when she is on Aurum, but they have not been on Earth.

HOMING EFFECT
Any object she chooses will follow the target she chooses until it hits. She has to see the target, but it will always hit unless it is destroyed by the target. On earth, this ability has a time limit, but as long as it stays within that short time frame, it will still hit.

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APPEARANCE
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Harlow shares the beauty of the Sera sisters. Ginger waves kept long and well maintained, shining when she flew through the air. Tightly braided into a crown on her head when she took to the skies, her appearance always had a regal flair. Her face was soft, not malicious in any way, especially with her light grey eyes. Her freckles give her a youthful look, so no one expected what became of her once she grew older. The one thing that never changed was the flight emblem in between her shoulder blades.

Her wings resemble those of a Harris Hawk, orange inside feathers spread out to brown, stronger ones. All the women in her family have wings, usually in bright tones because justice is never found in darkness. Hers are not as beautiful as her family, but they are far stronger. When folded they run down to the floor behind her, but can be folded further to be hidden under a thick trench coat. She only found that out on Earth.

In the Flight District, certified law enforcement wear uniforms while on duty. She didn’t wear much else as she spent most of her days on duty. She wore dresses only when her mother forced them upon her, usually in athletic gear to train her wings and flight skills. But wings were not normal on Earth, and she relocated quickly to a place where she would have to wear a trench coat. When that wasn’t enough, she confined herself to a wheelchair to deter suspicion. It has been demeaning but it is all for her cause.

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PERSONALITY
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She was in charge of her own destiny. She did not believe that she would be stuck at the bottom with her family and did everything she could to rise rank. That’s how Harlowe has always been, a woman of drive and a disciple of justice. And a sister and daughter just as strongly, her family was her biggest motivation. Her biggest weakness, from an enemy standpoint.

The attack on her sisters broke her heart. She changed very quickly, and the rebels did not help the break in her mind either. The warmth she used to share, the compassion for others caught in the middle of injustice, it didn’t matter anymore. Her drive was disguised as justice, but it was revenge. Whatever she needed to do to avenge her family’s honor, what little they used to have, would be done. She pursued those she thought guilty without any regard to what the truth may be.

There are moments where she mourns the warmth she used to have. All the moments of laughter and joy with her sisters, the happiness that came when true justice prevailed. All were taken from her, and she mourns. She’s lost a part of herself with the wings of her sisters, and once she’s taken the time to pull herself together, she tucks the mourning away and is driven towards her new goal to take out everyone that caused her mourning.

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HISTORY
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Harlow was different from her sisters. They were desperate to marry up with their beautiful wings and a chance to become higher status women. It was hard to blame them, their mother had wanted it for all of them after marrying under her status and losing everything. Wren and Sage wanted the status given to them, and Harlow was willing to work every minute to take the status as her own.

Interestingly enough, the first betrothal came for Harlow. Once she’d made a name for her herself, the Hawk who always punished those who were guilty, she found Alfred. Before he was her ever so charming rival she had to best, then he became the man she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. They would have everything they ever wanted and would seek justice together.

That girl disappeared without a word from the man she loved most. When the rebellion made its way through her district, they took away every feather from the wings of her sisters. She wasn’t there to see who it was, only told that the Light district was coming for everyone else that they thought was unworthy. And that was not just. The royal family was to blame for the poor man’s murder in the Thunder district, and the pain her family would be in for rest of their lives.

She couldn’t see that the rebels were playing her for her abilities, and if she did, would she care? Blinded by revenge, they trained her into the rebel they needed. Hours of torture endurance, days of aerial training, anything they could give her so she could make sure the royal family would get exactly what they’ve been inflicting on others.

It didn’t go according to plan. There was a boy with the youngest prince when she found him. He was an easy target, considering he hardly ever left the palace. The boy offered his own place on the ship for her to let the prince go, and she accepted mainly to down the ship once she was inside and she could play everything as an accident. The moment she got inside, everyone was separated, and the boy who protected the prince was the last one she saw before she was sent straight to Earth.

She landed in a land far colder than her own, and took up a disguise to keep these foreign creatures from seeing her wings or recognizing her as not one of their own. And she continued to train, waiting for the moment the rebellion would come back to help her complete her mission. When the meteor came, she knew she would find the prince there. But she found so much more.

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OOC INFO
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{Writer}
The Writer's Voice

{Face Claim}
Alina Bobyleva

{Dialogue Color}
#B284BE

So begins...

Harlow Sera's Story

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Character Portrait: Alfred Hanston Character Portrait: Harlow Sera

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Harlow still dreamt of them.

In the back of her mind, where her consciousness didn’t reach, was the remnants of her old life. A place where her only worries were the current criminal to put in their place, and protecting her sisters and fiancé from those criminals she faced everyday.

She could barely remember what it was like to lay by his side. Those were stored safely behind the burning she felt every time she thought of her sisters lying there, a pool of blood where tropical wings used to be. They were innocents in a war that they didn’t need to be involved in, and Harlow would be sure that those responsible would feel that same agony for the rest of their lives.

That meant finding Oliver Argenti. From what she understood, he was the most vulnerable of the royal family, and had made it to this foreign planet along with several other citizens of Aurum. If the boy made it here, the one that got her on the ship in place of the prince, he could cause a bit of trouble for her. Plus, she wouldn’t know what the others would be like. Who would have made it here? Alfred?

Harlow woke up with a start, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. She’d gotten into Washington the night before and snuck her way into some dingy motel, trying to figure out how she would meet up with the others without compromising her position and losing her chance to get to the prince. If she was going to get back to Aurum, she needed him. But for now, she would keep her distance and figure out sides before doing anything.

All she’d been working towards is getting back. Months and months of training on Aurum ended her in this foreign land, so it made sense to spend her months here training and training again. Fighting at night against the humans kept her stamina and endurance, and it was a bit fun to defeat these human men twice her size and get money for it. Enough money for a flight from Iceland into America and any other travel plans to get back to Aurum. Even without her mission in mind, this planet was tiresome. Harlow was used to proudly sporting her hawk like wings, and parading herself in front of others as a symbol of justice. Here, she had to shield her proud wings, take to a wheelchair for protection. It was degrading and she longed for her home and some sense of normalcy.

Harlow would not be the first one arriving. Her means of protection required transportation that look longer to acquire. The transportation service she acquired, something the human called Uber, was accommodating but it was still difficult to get herself into the car while pretending to be unable to walk and having large wings folded uncomfortably against her back. The driver did not ask many questions, other than her reason for the trip and her opinion of Washington. Both went unanswered.

He was just as surprised as she was when the address turned up to a mansion. It seemed that not everyone wanted to hide in this foreign planet, but thrive on their culture and community. It the end, it didn’t matter. What these other people wanted only suited her if she could get back to Aurum. She didn’t belong here, and anyone that fooled themselves into believing they did was just that: a fool. No matter what side of the war anyone was on, they wanted the same thing. A better Aurum, whatever that looked like.

The driver helped her back into the wheelchair; she needed to use this disguise until she could determine who would be on her side. And, if the prince came, being on the offensive would not get the results she wanted.

She wheeled herself up through the driveway, ignoring those arriving to the house. Except one. Her hands froze against the top of the wheels as a man stepped out of a taxi in front of her. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his face, she could recognize Alfred Hanston anywhere. They’d been estranged long enough for her not to know if he’d be sent to earth. She’d left without a trace, wanting to keep Alfred from the harm that had been caused to her sisters. Protecting him was her number one goal, which meant doing the hardest thing she’d ever done. Walk away.

Only to find him here, standing in front of her with the same goal of getting home. The golden brown hair she loved to run her fingers through, a dark blue sweater that paired nicely against his freckled skin, he was the same man she’d fallen so hopelessly for. She couldn’t bring herself to force his name from her mouth, to have those bright blues turn towards her because she didn’t know what she would see in them. Some may not be able to read him, but she’d become used to the books she could read in his eyes.

Still, it came tumbling out of her mouth, a burst of desperation to see his face again. ”Alfie.”

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Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Jayden Kaze Character Portrait: Leonardo Magnus Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Alfred Hanston Character Portrait: Eilian Aminus Character Portrait: Sebastian Eberstark Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Harlow Sera Character Portrait: Eli Acerbi Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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VIVIANNAH BELLUM
Washington DC | outfit | dialogue: #822222
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Viviannah was nervous. No...afraid, for the first time in her life. AFraid of how fast everything was happening. One moment her and Demi were living as much of a normal life as they could manage, which admittedly wasn't so hard with heir abilities dulled almost to non-existent. The next, there was a giant golden chunk of metal basically within their back yard's reach. Not just any chunk of metal, but a piece of home. A home Vivi never imagined she'd get to see again. And based on what both her and Demi were experiencing, said chunk of metal brought with it much more than Dicere markings. It was as if being far from home for too long stripped them of their birth given abilities, but all it took was a small piece of their vast home planet to breathe life back into them. And although Vivi was grateful for her abilities that were slowly returning, she was hesitant. It also brought nerves, fear, and a group of strangers right to their home.

”Vi…go check and see who it is.” the raven-haired girl took one more swig of her coffee and sat the cup down with a light clink. The steps to the door were slow and calculated as she envisioned what could be on the other side of it. Once opened, Vivi stood with the knob in her hand as her dark eyes examined the face in front of hers. It was vaguely familiar. She'd met this man before, but not enough to remember his name it seemed. "ID please." she said, mimicking the words she'd heard from the border patrol on Aurum each time she traveled. For humans, being asked for an ID meant they'd be handing in a small card with basic information such as name and birthdate. For someone from Aurum, this meant something entirely different. Instead of a small, plastic card, they'd have to show their district emblem, regardless of what part of the body it was tattooed on. It was the best way of making sure each person was who they claimed to be without asking too many questions.

The first guest proved to be from the Time control district, which in turn explained why Viviannah almost recognized him. She stepped aside to let him in, allowing Demi the chance to give him his welcome. After him came a few more, to which Viviannah did the same procedure, unintentionally making herself a bouncer of sorts. Though they all checked off as legitimate, there were none she recognized until... "ID ple-" her words trailed off as the features of the man in front of her were matched to memory. Her mouth hung open for a few short seconds before she managed to form actual words. "Cas?" Of all the people she'd thought to see, Cassius was not one of them. It'd been so long since she'd last seen him. Since before the war, even. From the moment Vivi left their district to work for the Royal family, she hadn't seen Cas in person. It was surreal. His face looked so familiar...but at the same time so different.

She took a moment to let a few others in, among them was Leonardo Magnus. She imagined Oliver's face if he were there. It wasn't much of a secret that the prince had taken a liking to him. As for the reasons why Vivi had absolutely no idea. She never liked the guy. Not before the war and most certainly not now. Though she wanted to spit every profanity in her vocabulary at him, there were still others nearby soon to be wanting in. She put into play that patience Demi had so often talked to her about and simply sent let him inside with a glare before turning back to Cas, her arms instinctively folding over her chest. "I had no idea you were...I mean, it's...been a while."

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Character Portrait: Alfred Hanston Character Portrait: Harlow Sera

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alfred hanston & harlow sera



Alfred was about to take his first step when he heard a small voice from behind him. Every single muscle in his body tensed, and his face paled- as white as snow. Any onlooker would’ve said he looked as if he’d seen a ghost. For a small moment, he believed he had heard one. But deep down he knew, he could sense - no - feel her presence behind him, almost like a faint whisper. Alfred slowly turned around, his gut wrenching in his stomach. As soon as he laid eyes on the flaming red hair and piercing grey eyes, everything he thought he knew was gone. Harlow, his Harlow. Too many emotions came flooding in all at once; love, longing, anger, confusion. Alfred felt like his head was spinning. Months of not knowing, of worrying as to where and why his bird had disappeared. Here she was, right in front of him. His bags slipped out of his hands on to the concrete and he stared at her for a fleeting moment in utter disbelief. Alfie doesn’t remember taking the steps, but he was suddenly in front of her, so close he could nearly count each and every freckle on her face. He reached out slowly, his fingertips brushed her cheek tentatively and he quickly pulled away as if her skin was as hot as coal.

Reality suddenly set in. She was supposed to be dead, or so he assumed. His gaze fell to the chair that she was in. He had seen people use it a few times in London but - they were - his face paled even more. Was she paralyzed? Like his father? His face fell at the thought of Harlow confined to a chair for the rest of her life. She was the freest person he knew, flying was second nature to her. Like his father had she been struck by lighting during the war? Was she even hurt on Aurum or Earth? Had she actually been kidnapped? Or had she left him, willingly? His heart wrenched at the thought. So many questions flashed through his mind and somehow he only managed to sputter out a weak, “How?” It didn’t even sound like him.

Harlow didn’t know what to say to make any of this make sense. She should’ve known that he’d be sent to earth, given his status in their district. But this was the one variable she didn’t account for. She didn’t know how hard it would be to catch her breath seeing him again. All the dreams she had of just touching him again pounded in her chest as his hand brushed against her cheek. Every hope she had of rebuilding their relationship was hard to see when he had that look in his eye. She was searching for anything that resembled forgiveness or wanting but only found confusion and anger from the only person she ever wanted. “I had to protect you,” Harlow’s voice comes out equally small, a ghost of the confident criminal catcher she once was.

She was the criminal now. And no part of her, even the parts that begged her to find Alfred again and never let him go, wanted him to see her like this. “I couldn’t let anyone hurt you, Alfie.” This time her voice was stronger, more sincere. All the nightmares of finding him with his wings cut off, or stolen from her in the middle of the night, even killed for his status, they encouraged her to leave. The only way to protect him from receiving the same fate as her sisters was to go with the rebels. Still, convincing that to someone like Alfred Hanston would be her hardest debate.

“Protect me?” A wave of confusion swept over him. There was sincerity in her eyes but something else, underlying, almost- guilty. He had seen the same look many times before in those of the eyes of the convicted. Alfred shook the thought out of his head. This was Harlow, how could he think of her like that. Still, there was some part of him, the officer and the interrogator, that knew she was withholding something. “Protect me from what Harlow?” His voice came out more stern than he had expected it to, but he had to know.

It wasn’t Alfie, her supposed to be husband, asking her. It was Officer Alfred Hanston, interrogating her like he already knew what she had done. She bites her lip, looking over at the house. Who knows where their alliances lie, it only made her scared for him. “They promised you wouldn’t get hurt like Wren and Sage if I joined them. I needed you to be safe.” Harlow answers, the desperation starting to creep in her voice. She realized the group that was protecting her, protecting Alfred for her, they had no authority here. She would have to keep him safe here, and that meant staying in this chair and staying on defense until she could find more rebels that had made it here to complete the mission.

His face fell at the mention of her sisters, Alfred knew how much they meant to her. They had been hurt? Is this why she left him? But then why had she never come back? Harlow would do anything for her sisters, he knew that well. Exactly what had she done was what bothered him.

Alfred could tell that her tone was getting increasingly agitated as he pressed her further but he couldn’t stop himself. What exactly was she protecting him from, Harlow knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself. None of this made any sense. He crouched down to her height so he was eye level with her, frantically searching her face for some sort of clue, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Harlow did they hurt you? These people, is that why-“ he glanced at the chair she was confined to wrapping a hand around one of the arm rests and then glanced back up to her face. “Are they threatening you? You know you can tell me anything, I need you to just be honest with me. You know I’d never let anything happen to you- ever”. The volume of his voice dropped to a whisper as he finished his sentence. Even though he meant the last part with his entire being, some part of him felt like he’d already failed.

Harlow shook her head. He didn’t understand. But he’d always had a way of calming her anxieties, even now. Even with a credible threat, she could almost believe that he’d be able to protect her. Almost. “No they’re helping me. Helping us. The people that are supposed to protect us, the Light District, they’re cowards! They took everything from me and I’m going to make them pay. And those people help me do that.” Harlow answers, her voice unwavering and her eyes set on Alfred. She needed him to understand that she wasn’t the enemy here, and that their enemy was bigger than the both of them.

Alfred couldn’t believe the words that tumbled out of her mouth. Harlow, one of the most loyal members of the flight district, someone who would’ve given her life for Aurum. He wished he could have her take it back, that he had never heard the words come out. Alfred knew by her tone that she believed everything she had said. He stood up almost shakily taking a step away from her. “Harlow- you can’t, what you’re saying is treason. He would jail people for the words that had just come out of her mouth. Then it suddenly dawned on him, there was only one group of people who would say such words and make such promises. “Are you working with the rebels?” He couldn’t help the flash of disgust across his face before his expression turned stony.

That was it, then. The sinking feeling in her chest wasn’t because he was labeling her a criminal, but that he wasn’t going to believe anything she said. He didn’t see the bloodied backs of her sisters, or hear the witnesses tell of Light citizens who made their way into their district, their home, and take the most precious thing to her sisters. It made her blood boil, not even knowing where they’d taken the wings. “It’s treasonous to hurt the very citizens you’re supposed to protect! I thought you were about justice.” Harlow hisses back, her grip tightening on the arms of the chair. He just needed to see that this was all for a good cause, she wasn’t evil.

And the insinuation that she could be hit her harder than she expected. To be looked at with disgust, it was unbearable, especially from someone she loved so deeply. The very man she was protecting couldn’t see she was the same person. Driven by justice, a guardian for those who couldn’t protect themselves.

Alfred’s heart shattered into a thousand little pieces. To see the woman he loved, brainwashed by the people he was trained to hate was a pain comparable to nothing. He could see the hurt written across her face as plain as day. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and soothe her, to hold her close and reassure her that everything was alright - but he couldn’t. Alfred could practically feel the rage emanating from her, like a thick fog. He knew that he had lost her for a second time.

Alfred tightened his fists at his side at her words, his anger clouding his judgement. “Don’t you dare tell me what justice is! Did you know what they did to my father? They kidnapped him on parole, tortured him trying to find information to get into the palace. My father will never fly- will never walk again!” He lashed out his eyes aflame, his voice hushed but his tone strong, the anger that he had kept locked away for years unleashing itself at once. “I looked for you, for months- years. I never stopped. I nearly lost my mind, I thought you- I thought you were dead Harlow. I thought I’d never get to hold you again, never tell you how much I loved you" He paused his eyes pleading with her before they turned cold. "I wish you would’ve just told me- so I wouldn’t have wasted so much time”. He instantly regretted the words that came out of his mouth. They were harsh, and empty as they came from his anger and not his heart. Still, he couldn’t take them back.

She didn’t know. His father had always been one of her biggest supporters, aside from Alfred. He’d been the first one she ever told about her feelings for Alfred. To think of that man confined, it broke her heart. But not as much as Alfred’s next few words. It took the breath from her chest. Wasted time? Maybe it was. Maybe she’d broken him too much to repair anything they shared. Still, hot tears brimmed at her eyes, which she tried to roughly brush away with the sleeve of her coat. “I’m sorry to have wasted your time then. Maybe you should have just stopped, if it was so bothersome to you. Let me not waste any more of your time,” Harlow spits, her voice wet with the tears she wouldn’t let spill as she pushed forward, trying to wheel herself past him before any tears ran down her cheeks.

As soon as he saw the small tears form in her eyes he knew he had gone too far. His face flushed red with shame and his heart wrenched with her words. He so badly wanted to brush the tears from her eyes and tell her he didn’t mean it but he wasn’t so sure an apology could mend what just came out of his mouth. A dark part of him believed that maybe this was for the better, they weren’t meant to be, but as she pushed past him his heart ached and he knew that he still loved her. He never truly stopped.

Alfred opened his mouth to call after her, but shut it after a moment. This was not the place, and he clearly wasn’t in the right mind to speak to her after he had exploded. He was so irrational and impulsive, his mother would’ve scolded him. Not to mention there were others pouring in around him. No telling who witnessed their argument. What they might've heard. Alfred watched her move towards the house and did the hardest thing he could and let her go on. Officer Hanston would've turned her in on Aurum, but Alfred couldn't bear the thought. Regardless of her words he decided he would stay silent. He knew that he would have to speak to her again, maybe he could talk some sense into her if she would even speak to him again. Still, Harlow was not the same girl he fell in love with and he wasn’t entirely sure how that made him feel.