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Harper Hopkins

A TV reporter who won't tolerate lies, but hides her own weaknesses.

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a character in “The Walking Dead: Online”, as played by Fear of a Female Planet

Description

.: Character Profile :.

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Description:

 Template
#3

 Profession
TV News Reporter

 Age
29

 Gender
F

 Height/Weight
5'8" / 132 lbs.

Hair/Eyes
Brown / Green

 Nationality/Ethnicity
American

 Tattoos/Scars
None / None

 Clothing/Outfit
Dark blue skinny jeans / Black long-sleeve cotton tee / White camisole / Tall cognac-colored Frye riding boots / flak vest & helmet (from a prior assignment in combat zones)

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Myers-Briggs Type: ISTJ (Introvert Sensing Thinking Judgmental)

Traits:

 3 Strengths

Good People Skills
It's Harper's job to strike up dialogue with anyone she needs to get information from, to calm down that reluctant passerby who really doesn't want to be in that camera shot, console a war widow who had agreed to an interview, or connect with almost anyone. However, this is a skill she's had to hone and perfect in order to acquire information from others, and she doesn't share much about herself in the process.

High Intelligence
Harper doesn't suffer fools and she loves facts. She can read body language, do fast math in her head, and has a photographic memory. She sees "the big picture" and analyzes situations and details quickly. She focuses on facts first and feelings second.

Charismatic
With a charming smile, good posture, and trained mannerisms, a it's easy to get people to follow you anywhere. Harper is a natural leader. She's not prone to manipulation but will resort to it depending on what she's aiming for. In the meantime, when she chooses to shine, she does. If she takes a leadership role, she's quick to restore order and reduce chaos. She's very dutiful and driven to do well with any task she undertakes.

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 3 Flaws

Stubborn
Journalists are not known to be people who acquiesce easily. Harper asks tough questions and has a hard time letting go of those questions that remain unanswered. If she is not solidly convinced of something, she will stick to her guns come hell or high water.

Neurotic
Journalists tend to be a little on the neurotic side, and Harper is no exception. She agonizes over her mistakes, for instance. Sometimes she falls into deep depression, or drinks a little too much. She works hard to conceal her fairly high level of anxiety. She tends to blame herself if things have gone poorly.

Explosive Temper
Harper's got a pretty long fuse and works to tolerate things, but when she's reached her limit, it's over. She becomes very angry and her mind and mouth are on an autopilot, charting a course for heading straight into the ground. Usually she is very calm and collected, so outbursts such as these are extremely uncommon, and only take place when she cannot logically justify something.

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Personality:

 Fears
Others discovering just how anxious she is, losing the trust of another person, rotting/lost teeth

 Aspirations
To win another Emmy, become a top-market TV anchor, become a member of the White House Press Corps

 Dominant Emotion
Inquisitive

 Demeanor
Harper has worked for years to come out of her shell. Growing up in a large family meant that she had to learn how to work around her shyness. She's traditionally-minded but isn't in the habit of harshly judging others on things not based in fact. In fact, Harper loves facts. She's concerned with the world around her immediately, and satisfying goals and work deadlines. She's extremely capable and effective, and does an excellent job of understanding and explaining tasks and concepts at the most basic level, which helps her in her career as a journalist. While she's worked hard to pick up on social cues from others, she's not always successful at pinpointing emotions and motivations from others, but once she knows about them, works hard to cooperative with someone with good intentions. She's very loyal and faithful to those that she does become close with, even if she doesn't share much about herself with them. She can be terribly hard on herself and other people if she hasn't taken the time to fully understand their contributions. She prefers to spend her nights reading alone, but every now and then tags along with co-workers to go let some steam off.

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 Quirks/Oddities
Loves junk food, hates the zoo, hates the color purple (even though she wears it from time to time)

 Skills/Proficiencies
Information gathering, firearm handling, social interaction, writing, public speaking, hunting

Equipment:

 A notebook and plenty of pens/pencils
 A compact mirror, Kleenex
 A rucksack from a prior assignment in combat zones
 A silver ring with a large garnet stone
 A Mossberg shotgun
 A cheap butcher knife
 Loves her Frye riding boots

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History:

 Grew up in Cary, North Carolina, in an old Southern family as the third-youngest of seven children; spent her childhood hunting with her brothers, attending an all-girls' school, and taking trips to the beach
Studied Journalism at UNC Chapel Hill; started out wanting to study editorial journalism, but was pulled over to broadcast once the department head saw her; graduated in 2007
 Started as a TV reporter at 22; successfully went from New Bern, North Carolina, to Raleigh, to Atlanta, in just six short years
 Awarded two Emmys and a number of awards for political, combat zone reporting
In late 2013, moves to Los Angeles to work at WEND-TV; starts to miss home

WORTH NOTING

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Harper is an occasional user of Xanax in order to control recently-surfacing but infrequent panic attacks due to homesickness and a general feeling of anxiety. She hasn't told a single person about her panic attacks--not even her family.

So begins...

Harper Hopkins's Story

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Character Portrait: Harper Hopkins Character Portrait: Jack Cavanagh (NPC)
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Harper gritted her teeth reflexively as she stepped out of the double-doors and out into the slew of bunks in the designated living area that had been all but rearranged for the sake of practicality over the last few days spent planning and preparing.

She finally stopped after arriving at the cubbied flat slat of repurposed shelf she'd claimed for her own, beneath Stevie's. She stood in place silently, somewhat ignoring the low hum of activity around her and amongst the stacks of wood and metal racks meant to section off various spaces. Most of the group must have still been at breakfast, judging from the quiet. She looked down to her boots and gave an exasperated sigh. Her headache was setting back in, and the overhead lights felt as though they were becoming brighter and brighter… and thanks to the group opting to meet early, before most of the residents of Amoeba had a chance to wake up, it was only 9 a.m. She reached her fingers up to slowly pull at the toggle buttons of the coat that Silas had tossed to her from the Lost & Found box ("Well, if they care, they'll come back and ask you for it, right?" was his defense when she'd protested) when he'd spotted her shivering two days prior. She'd said that the air conditioning was cranked up too high; Silas had rebutted and said he kept it on a low setting as to not allow for too much disappointment if the power grid decided to go down. And by now, it was indeed a miraculous wonder that it hadn't.

As she pulled a sleeve from her right arm, she spotted Jack as he peeked around the corner of the bunk, balancing a plate of food over a cupped palm that apparently held something in it. In his other hand, he clutched a small bottle of apple juice. A couple of pancakes balanced on top of each other, with a small half-piece of a tab of butter tracked down from the stash at a nearby restaurant's kitchen, rounded out with a small pool of applesauce and a sausage patty. While the arrangement might have looked somewhat impressive to a person seeking out breakfast off of the street, it was a far cry from the portions and variety available a few days prior. It was high time for a more substantial food run to sustain the group--even Lou had said as much when Harper and Silas had sat down with him for an extended conversation.

Harper hadn't expected to see Jack so soon. Caught just a little off guard, she pursed her lips irritably and folded her arms across her chest. "I need to talk to you."

Without bringing his eyes to hers, Jack continued walking past her, setting the plate and the bottle of juice down on the flat section of Harper's bunk before gently clamming one palm above the other, then covertly dropped three small tablets next to the butter. It almost seemed like he was ignoring her. "Volunteering to stock the pharmacy? Are you nuts?" she hissed underneath her breath.

He exhaustedly lifted his eyes to finally meet hers. "Look. I've got a handle on this. I know what I'm doing." His voice was tired but still held an assured air. "You're just going to have to trust me. I'm doing this to help you."

Harper frowned deeply, then squeezed her eyes shut as another headache swelled up behind them. She shook her head quickly before snapping them back open. "But… but do you want to get caught or something?" she asked steadily, her voice considerably weaker than the insistent whisper from just moments prior.

"No, I don't want to get caught." He tilted his head and didn't blink as he stared back at her, his expression neutral. Harper still found it infuriating.

"So why-" she stopped herself after she felt her voice rise a little in volume, inviting a couple of heads turning from over the other bunks toward them. Jack lifted a hand in acknowledgment and nodded to them, and Harper followed suit. No need to attract more attention than necessary…

"… so why are you taking this risk?" she demanded strainedly under her breath, her tired eyes set ahead as though boring a hole into his as she took a step toward him. She stared expectantly at him, waiting rather impatiently for an answer.

It felt like it was a long, long moment that he stared back almost glassily before finally answering as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, then turned around to depart back out the way he in which he came. "See you later."

Harper stood alone for several seconds, her mouth half-open as she watched his leather jacket bob away, then glanced down to her breakfast and gave a sigh. She wasn't hungry at all. The white tablets stared back up at her from next to the cooling pancakes, looking comfortable beside the bottle of juice set next to the plate. She breathed in a long, slow sigh as she took a seat on the bunk and used her plastic fork to section off a fluffy piece of a pancake, then pressed the three pills to stick along its underside before opening the tab of syrup and dipping it in. Taking the damn things outright would look too suspicious; it was easier to mix it in with a little bit of food, to avoid that detection. She shoved the forkful into her mouth and pretended to chew, hoping to not suck down the acrid taste of ground-up Xanax before untwisting the cap off of the bottle and taking a sip to chase the mixture down.

She grimaced as she felt some of the white residue of the pill touch her tongue, anyway. She took another drink as she tried to stilt her expression of disgust, then attempted to shove a few more forkfuls of plain food into her mouth to cover the taste. In seconds she set the plate above on Stevie's bunk--she knew she'd be able to dispense of it properly before she returned--and tucked back into her bunk and pulled the Lost & Found coat over her shoulders and curled up to fall asleep. Maybe staying behind would have its benefits… after a nap.