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Rowan Harper

"I'm still looking up."

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a character in “Misunderstood”, as played by CyberGlowfly

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{"I pefer an ugly truth to a pretty lie. If someone is telling me the truth that is when I will give my heart." }




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|Full Name|
Rowan Iris Harper

|Nickname|
Ro | Harpy | Flower

|Birthday|
February Eighteenth

|Age|
24

|Nationality|
Italian and Romanian

|Occupation|
CEO of a Recording Company

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual, Panromantic

|Hometown|
Charleston, South Carolina




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{"I've learnt that you are who you are, and in the end, if you don't believe it, then no one will." }




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|Talents(T) | Strengths(ST) | Skills(SK) |
Video Gaming
Incredible Musicality
Highly Intelligent
Adaptable


|Flaws/Weakness|
Humble
Her Family
Allergic to Cinnamon
Allergic to Chocolate


|Hobbies|
Singing
Surfing the Internet
Listening to Music
Playing the Piano


|Fears|
øMelissaphobia
øArachnophobia
øAgraphobia
øAcrophobia


|Secrets|
She keeps a pistol or knife on her person at all times
She has a tracking chip in her left wrist
She is slightly color blind


|Goals/Dreams|
Ro wants a family later in life
Ro wants to eventually move back to Marlton, New Jersey





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{"I'm fiercely independent, but I'm also terrified of being alone." }




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|Personality|

|Headstrong| |Independent| |Kind| |Sweet| |Selfless|

Ro is the brightest girl you'll ever meet, always ready with her smile, anywhere, any time. She's fiercely independent, and insists on doing anything on her own with minimal help. She's the kind of girl to offer to carry your books for you even when she's holding a large pile of books in her hands already.

Ro is very likable, and is very easy to make friends with. She will never, ever judge you for who you are, and tries her best to do what she can for everyone. She believes in giving others a second chance, and is forever forgiving people for their mistakes. To her, as long as you realize you did wrong and are able to change, there's no harm done. Having lots of confidence in herself, she set high goals and works hard to achieve them. She has simple tastes, and never bothers much about her looks. Ro loves her friends very much, and would do anything for them at a moments' notice.

Ro is also headstrong and stubborn though and often if you are wrong, she will sweetly point it out in the nicest way. Even though she doesn't like arguing, she won't give up on an argument even if she is wrong.


|Likes|
Cherries
All kinds of Music
Her piano
Cereal
Her kitten,
Her hair
Intelligent Men
Literature
TV shows like Criminal Minds, Doctor Who and The Big Bang Theory
Disney Movies
Italian food
The color green and all of its shades
Aspiring Musicians
Wisdom
Simulating Conversations
Sleeping in
Rainy Days
|Dislikes|
The empty side of her bed
Blood
Hospitals
Early Mornings
Incessant chatter
Lack of devotion
Waiting
Attention Whores
Arguing
Dancing in front of others
Liquid Medicine
Bad Hair Days
Birds
Spicy food
Makeup
Being restricted
Sweltering Hot Weather




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{"I'm lucky to have family around me. Otherwise, I'll be taking the risk of falling in love with myself." }



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|Place of Origin|
Marlton, New Jersey

|Family Tree|
Charles Harper | Grandfather
Kristine Harper | Grandmother
Eric Harper | Father
Marie Harper | Mother
James Harper | Brother
Sarah Morgan | Best Friend

|Happiest Memory|
My twelfth birthday is my favorite because that was the day that Papa and Grandpa came home from serving in the army. They were so excited to see me and it was the best birthday present ever.

|Saddest Memory|
When I was 16, Grandpa was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Everyday he said he was going to go home and everyday I believed him. He was dear to me and taught me a lot of what I know now. 6 weeks after he entered the hospital, he passed away which left me and my family devastated. We had lost a piece of ourselves.





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{"Success is about dedication. You may not be where you want to be or do what you want to do when you're on the journey. But you've got to be willing to have vision and foresight that leads you to an incredible end." }





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|History|
Rowan is the eldest child and the only girl of the Harper Family, her mother being Marie Harper and her father is Eric Harper. When Rowan was born, it was a miracle. Marie had been having trouble with fertility and her mother had already had 4 miscarriages before she was born. She was a ray of hope in the family's life. Her Grandpa and Grandma were always there for her, at least until her father and her Grandpa went to join the military. It was lonely around that time but Rowan toughed it out. In third grade, Rowan started exploring the process of music. She bought a piano and played by ear, with no sheet music or anything. Everything was alright and her brother was even born the next year when she was in 4th grade. About 2 years later, when Rowan was 12, her father and grandfather surprised her on her birthday by arriving back from the army. Everything was good for a short amount of time. Then that damn car crashed into them.

It was a sunny day in July of the year that Ro turned 16. They were driving, going to a benefit concert that she was performing at. She was happy and her Grandmother was driving her there with her electronic piano in the trunk. The light was green and then a large truck hit them dead on the passenger side where Ro was sitting. She missed the concert and wasn't allowed out of the hospital for a good 2 months. She had lost the use of her legs. She would never be able to walk again. This hit her family hard and they started home schooling her, almost as if they wanted to hide her from the world. She was home schooled until she was old enough to go to college. She got her music major and a few minors then when she finished at the age of 22, she inherited her uncle's recording company and became the CEO. Then he came.

At a benefit concert in New York she met him. They fell for each other instantly and had so many good time together. He didn't even seem to mind that she was in a wheelchair in the first place. It was nice the first year or so but then came the yelling and the arguing. She would slam the door and in turn he would as well. They were falling apart and Ro didn't know if she could take much more of it. When she heard of the business deal in France she praised because her prayers had been answered. Then her friend Sarah informed her that her brother was coming home because their mother was ill. Coming all the way from Lyon, France. Exactly where her 'loved one' was going.



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{"Music is the spice of life." }





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When I look into your eyes
It's like watching the night sky
Or a beautiful sunrise
Well, there's so much they hold
And just like them old stars
I see that you've come so far
To be right where you are
How old is your soul?

Well, I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up

And when you're needing your space
To do some navigating
I'll be here patiently waiting
To see what you find

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth
We've got a lot to learn
God knows we're worth it
No, I won't give up

I don't wanna be someone who walks away so easily
I'm here to stay and make the difference that I can make
Our differences they do a lot to teach us how to use
The tools and gifts we got, yeah, we got a lot at stake
And in the end, you're still my friend at least we did intend
For us to work we didn't break, we didn't burn
We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I've got, and what I'm not, and who I am

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up, still looking up.

Well, I won't give up on us (no I'm not giving up)
God knows I'm tough enough (I am tough, I am loved)
We've got a lot to learn (we're alive, we are loved)
God knows we're worth it (and we're worth it)

I won't give up on us
Even if the skies get rough
I'm giving you all my love
I'm still looking up





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{"What else do you want to know?" }




|Other|
Face Claim is Christina Grimmie, youtube star and current Season 6 The Voice Finalist
Admin is CyberGlowfly but you can call me Madelynn
Owe the CS layout to BleedingLover

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Rowan Harper's Story

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Her mornings were dull at best. She was a late sleeper and her boyfriend took care of early morning appointments while she took care of late night ones. She woke to an empty bed every morning. She stretched her hand out to feel his spot in the bed. It was cool so he had left about an hour or so ago. She sat up, her hair messy after she had slept. She pulled herself out of bed literally and sat herself in her wheelchair. She rolled over to her closet, sliding an easy outfit on then heading into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. She went to fixing her hair, pulling her bangs over and then pulling her hair into a loose pony tail to the side.

She pulled out of the bathroom then looked out the window. They lived above their recording company so that Rowan didn't have to travel far. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a granola bar then headed towards the elevator. It was time for her to start working. She went to floor number 3, where Jayme and her met to talk about the morning then switched duties. She clicked the button and when the door opened she rolled out and saw her worst fear. There Jayme was, but he wasn't alone.

A blonde woman had her hands all over him, trying to seduce him and he looked as if it didn't matter. She was on the brink of tears. Another woman, on her boyfriend. They had been dating for long and the slamming of doors was getting to be a lot but she never expected her beloved to stoop so low to actually cheat on her. She was ready to fall out of her wheelchair and just never move again because she felt worthless now. Jayme was the only one that could tell her that she was beautiful.

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~Earlier That Morning~


Jayme awoke with a start from yet another nightmare. As he slowed his breathing and came to, he glanced down at Rowan still fast asleep, curled perfectly into his side. He swallowed hard and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his free arm. He kept having nightmares about his daughter, Hailey. He longed to tell Rowan about how these had been troubling him, but she didn't even know he had a daughter. God, I need a cigarette. Jayme thought to himself as he gingerly moved Rowan off of him and got up. He slipped into his suit pants Rowan had laid out for him to wear today and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter off of the large cherrywood desk against the wall across from their bed. He turned to quietly open the patio door near their closet and slipped outside into the cool, crisp morning air. He could see the sun just beginning to rise as he lit his cigarette and knew it was at least an hour or two before he normally awoke. Jayme also knew he wasn't likely to be going back to sleep anytime soon after that dream.

He kept having these nightmares about his daughter being in trouble and him finding out either too late to be able to do anything or after the fact. Normally he only had these when he was under heavy stress or really missing her and thinking back, things have definitely been stressful lately. He often works harder and more efficiently than needed in hopes to spend more time with Rowan, but usually much of that time ends up being spent by fighting. He took a long pull of his cigarette and thought about how much he longed to have Rowan be in the know about these nightmares. After all, they're a big reason why he's been so on edge lately. He has no means of contacting his daughter because Hannah made a point to change her number and contact information when she left with her four years ago. Besides with all the fighting lately, it would likely just make things worse. Having a seven year old child your significant other knows nothing about isn't exactly something you can just slip into conversation.

Jayme finished his second cigarette and sighed. No, he definitely would not be able to get more sleep now. He finished getting dressed in what Rowan had set out and smiled slightly at the fact that she still did this every night for me despite their rocky relationship as of late. Once he was looking sharp as ever, he paused next to her sleeping form on the bed. She looked so beautiful and happy laying there, thinking he was still next to her. If only he could still make her that happy to be next to him. They used to be so in love and happy and now the business has become priority over that. It was never Jayme's intention and in fact, Rowan still means far more to him than the company, but he has trouble showing that to her. That's why he works so hard, so that maybe eventually the work will be done and they'll have more time together.

"And maybe not," Jayme murmured out loud as he stroked her cheek. Mending their relationship would take far more than a lack of work. He wanted to do whatever it took, the problem was showing that to her. He'd think of something, he had to. Now is not the time, though. He might as well get some work done and e-mails responded to before his morning meetings. He leaned down to gently kiss her goodbye and was on his way.

The day passed at its usual pace, but Jayme was happy for the extra work he was able to put in this morning. It was already after lunch and he was on his way to the third floor conference room where he and Rowan usually met to talk about how the morning went and what she had on her plate for the afternoon and into the evening. When he arrived, he was still twenty minutes early, so he opened his laptop and got to work responding to e-mails and focusing on his answers more than usual so his thoughts wouldn't wander to his nightmares he'd been having. He was focusing so hard, in fact, that he didn't even hear her come into the conference room.



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Hannah checked her phone, scrolling down lists of contacts, all labeled either 'no good', 'a possibility', or 'set it UP!' as she walked into an empty conference room, not caring to see who was occupying it. She didn't know or care why she was in this big skyscraper-company in New York -- she was pretty sure it was a music label -- she only cared who was in it. Hannah was getting low on money to play around with, and she needed extra to take care of her daughter Hailey, whom she had left home with a neighbor to take care of her, and the South sometimes wasn't the best place to go 'digging', as she called it. So the last time she checked her bank account -- only $500,000, what a drag -- she had booked a flight up to the Big City. She was bound to strike gold up there.

And so now, Hannah was pushing open the heavy glass door to an important looking conference room, one that looked sure to be occupied by the greatest, richest -- and because of that, best looking -- people in the area within the next four hours. That, to Hannah, was a sure short amount of time, and based on the glossed mahogany table; clear, wide windows giving out a perfect view to the buzzing city below; and soundproof, surely expensive walls; Hannah could definitely wait.

She took a seat, still looking at her phone, across the table from someone -- she couldn't care enough to look up, obviously he wasn't big enough to be included in a conference, if her was sitting here all alone -- absorbed in his laptop. After she finished updating her contact list -- now three more had been debunked from 'set it UP!' to 'no good' -- she rummaged in her tote for her handheld mirror. Once she obtained it Hannah flipped it up to see her face and started brushing at her eyebrows, cheeks and lips, perfecting the symmetrical look she had spent the morning on leaning on a hotel sink to get as close to a mirror as possible. Her lips were plumped, and she made a specific mixture of different shades of pink and red to give her cheeks the perfect rosy glow. Her eyes were accented by a warm shade of shadow, and her brown eyeliner winged out perfectly. Her long, thick lashed were curled and had two layers of mascara on each side, and her hair was in an immaculate bun, braided and then twisted, then pinned tightly. To her, she looked glowing and spectacular -- the only thing holding her back from pure symmetry being the beauty mark on the right side of her nose. Looks were the one thing Hannah cared about most, aside from money and of course her daughter -- how else could she have gotten both?

After she had finished touching up and put the mirror back, Hannah finally looked up; and what she saw could have sent her attempts of perfection this morning flying down. There he was, the first love of her life, the last love of her life, the father of her daughter.

Despicable.

Hannah stared at him with a mixture of wonder, disgust and surprise. It was him, the one person who had tripped her up, the only person who had gotten deleted from her long contact list, the only one who had managed to make the rosiness on her cheeks something other than make-up. Hannah blinked and gathered her things up quickly, breaking away from her gaze and standing up, starting to walk towards the door. She wanted to leave without a second glance at him.

But of course, she had to see just how expensive that suit was.

Hannah turned around, to gaze upon him again, and her eyes glazed over as she inspected the suit.

Is that... Westwood?

Suddenly, Hannah became quite interested in catching up with him, a gleam in her eyes, she fully pivoted to face him, put on a show-stopping smile, and let her sweet Southern Belle accent ring out into the sanitized air.

'Jayme Lockwood, is that you?'




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"Jayme Lockwood, is that you?" An all too familiar voice Jayme thought he'd never hear again asked him from startlingly close by. He jumped in his seat and looked up to lock eyes with the beautiful, cruel first love of his life.

"I think you know it is," Jayme replied evenly, though he was feeling a chaotic mix of anger, pain, and confusion deep within him, "Where's Hailey?" He asked, eager to get the topic off of him. What was Hannah doing here? How did she even know where he was? And more importantly, why was she here alone acting like she owned the place?

Jayme had so many questions and so many things he wanted to spew out at her, cruel things and pained things alike. She'd disappeared from his life four years ago after cheating on him and he'd been forbidden contact with her and her daughter ever since. Now suddenly she just appears in a conference room in his company fifteen minutes before Rowan is coming to this very room to meet with him? This couldn't be more strange, or in worse timing.


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Hannah smirked at Jayme's question. She wasn't surprised that that was the first thing he had asked. If anything, it was a confirmation that it was, in fact, him sitting in that Westwood suit. She walked casually over and pulled out a chair next to him, sitting down and crossing her legs, leaning towards him in a friendly way.

'Hail is back down South. I'm up here on a business trip,' she lied, 'and she needed to stay down to finish school. She's also going to Summer Camp, and she's quite excited. I'm up here by myself.' She looked him up and down and loved what she saw. Jayme was no longer the college guy she once knew. What she saw now -- was that a Rolex? -- was gorgeous... and she hated to say it, but it made her remember her days with him. She swallowed, pushing the memories down, and smiled generously.

'So how are you doing?' Hannah gave a pretty laugh, 'I see you've definitely gotten along quite well with your music!' It was amazing she remembered that -- she tried to push him out of her thoughts when she left him.

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Jayme watched her flash him her signature smirk and sit across from him with tight composure. He couldn't believe this was happening now of all times and she was telling him about their daughter. It was the first news he'd heard of her since she left when she was just a toddler. Now thinking of her old enough to be in school and go to Summer camp made his heart hurt. She probably didn't have any memories of him at all.

"Does she even know who I am?" Jayme demanded after she went on to ask how he was and commented on his music. Like hell she even wanted to know. If he knew anything, Hannah always had a motive. She was always an expert at one thing: manipulating him and others and he wasn't about to let that happen again. "I've got on fine with my life and career, as you can see. I'm co-owner of this company and I'm in a perfectly happy committed relationship." Jayme added with more venom than he intended to.

He'd played seeing Hannah again over and over in his head in any situation possible but somehow he wasn't prepared for this and he was taken back by how bitter and angry it made him. His relationship wasn't exactly happy right now, but it was committed and Hannah needed to know that. He wanted to stand firm on not letting her back in, but her smile was already chipping away at his hard exterior.



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A committed and happy relationship...?

Hannah darted her eyes to his left hand, and licked her lips when she she saw no ring.

Not too sure about the happy part...

Hannah flicked her eyes back up to his and smiled. 'Well I'm sure glad you've found yourself a pretty girl. I hope it goes well.' By it, she meant the inevitable break-up between Jayme and his current Damsel, and by well she meant absolutely terrible. She smiled a bit at the thought of the break-up, and beamed at Jayme. It was bound to happen soon, based on the defensive tone in his voice, so she'd better start warming up to him now. Hannah flipped her hair and chuckled at his question about their daughter, like it was a silly thing to ask.

'Of course Hailey knows about you!' She put her hand on his knee, pleasantly feeding a white lie through her just-as-white teeth, 'I tell her about you all the time!' After that short excuse, Hannah was going to stand up and leave Jayme to wondering just what she'd meant by 'it going well' and 'all of the time,' leaving him thinking about HER... But that fabric she was feeling was so high-end... she just had to make sure it was really a real deal suit. She rubbed her thumb on his knee, feeling the fabric.

'Oooh, Jayme! What type of suit is this?'

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Jayme narrowed his eyes at her, not sure he could trust her. She'd given him no reason to, coming out of the woodwork out of nowhere like this, but her addictive personality made him want to talk to her despite Rowan's presence being expected in the room in mere minutes.

"Westwood. What have you told her, eh? If I can't see or talk to her why would you waste your breath?" He challenged, ever aware of her hand on his knee and the way it still shot electricity through him. He'd saw her check for a wedding ring and it made him even more bitter that he'd been too blind and busy to propose to Rowan in the years they've been together. She won't wait for him forever, what's he been waiting for? Certainly not this...right?



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Hannah let out a hearty laugh and shook her head.

'Why Jayme, she asks about you all the time! I tell her stories about how we met before she goes to bed, it was so much like a fairytale that she eats it right up!' She moves closer to him, putting more dainty pressure on his knee. 'Almost after every story, she looks at me and says 'I want to have a fairytale prince like that.' What an angel, she adores you!'

Now that Hannah knew that the suit was indeed Westwood, she maybe wanted to stay around for a while today. She certainly had nothing to do, and that super important conference was in four hours. What a long time that was... She flashed her pearly white teeth again leaned closer to him.

'So really Jaime, tell me how your music is going. I'm genuinely curious!' Well, with shoes like that, she certainly was.

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Jayme eased back a bit; he wanted to believe her, even though she very well could be lying. He chose to take her word for it, for now. His heart picked up a beat or two with the increased pressure on his leg and he found himself holding back something new entirely; his self-control.

"It's got me here, hasn't it?" Jayme pointed out, gesturing around the room with a proud smile; he was co-owner of this company, and not just because he was with Rowan. He truly did have talent, and part of him really wanted to rub it in Hannah's face like an over-privileged child. Jayme didn't come from riches, though and both he and Hannah knew he'd come from the ground up, which made him even more proud. He sobered up a little and smiled genuinely at her with a slight sadness in his eyes, "It's been what's brought me where I am. My talent's got me the life I always dreamed of, H...now why are you really here, talking to me? You've avoided me like the plague since you left." If she was really on a business trip, why in the world would she want to see him?"