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ANALIEGH MARI HARPER



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CHARACTER FULL NAME:

"Analiegh Mari Harper."

NICKNAME(S):

“There are quite a few I’ve managed to pick up along the way, I suppose. The main nickname I hear a lot from people, though, is Ana. I prefer that nickname, anyway, to some of the lesser attractive nicknames out there. Such as Lee (I swear if I ever hear that name again I will somehow pull a Harry Potter and curse your ass), Leanne, or Mari. Yep, some people will just skip Analiegh and go straight to my middle name. I was told once that I look more like a Mari than an Analiegh. I was like seven or eight at the time, and I can still remember standing on the tip of my toes, staring at myself in the mirror. I kept trying to figure out if I looked more like a Mari or an Analiegh, but I thought in the end I could pass with either name. Although I do like Analiegh better because it stands out in the crowd; it’s not a name you’re going to forget easily.”

AGE:

"I’m twenty-one years young and, yes, that is the legal drinking age. But that doesn’t make me a drinker or feel the need to go clubbing every night. Not that I’m a goody-two-shoes, either. I mean, yeah, every once in a while I may take one for the team, but I’m not some alcoholic. I like to stay in control somehow and we all know that alcohol doesn’t exactly keep you in control. I’ve seen what it can do to people firsthand and I suppose you can consider it a perfect reason to not drink and go buck wild."

D.O.B:

"September 16, 1988."

P.O.B:

"Point Pleasant, New Jersey."

OCCUPATION:

"Photojournalist."

MODE OF TRANSPORT:

"Pontiac G8."

SLIPPED DOWN, COULDN'T GET MUCH LOWER

PERSONALITY:

ARTICULATE ,

“I love the definition for this word. It makes me think about the Debate Team I was on back in high school. I guess that little tidbit isn’t too important, though. Anyway, yes, I’m able to speak as you can see, but that’s not what I’m trying to point out. I mean, anyone can speak, right? I just like to speak very distinctly, very clearly. There are a lot of people out there who have accents that keep them from speaking properly whereas I speak… ’normal’, or something close to that. I also like to express my thoughts, ideas, opinions. Expression is the key to dignity. Without expression then who are you? How can you show others what you’re made of without expression? How will you earn respect if you don’t put yourself out there? You can’t, not really. But sometimes I think my sister hates the fact that I express my obvious dislike toward her lifestyle. I’ve always told her that there should be boundaries, that black magic is dangerous, and then we usually, almost all the time, end up arguing. I wish she would stop being so stupid and listen to me more often.”

ADAPTABLE ,

“I don’t necessarily like change, but I can adapt very easily. It’s something I’ve accustomed myself to because after a while of so many changes you learn to go with the flow. I learned to adapt at a very young age. I also earned that my favorite motto is, ‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’ and I guess if you don’t like lemonade you might as well learn to love it. I know that change is hard for some people, but it’s better to start adapting to new things before you get too old and become one of those old ladies who like everything a specific way. Life just isn’t that way. You have to learn to adapt in order to survive, so I’d say I’m very adaptable.”

COMPETITIVE ,

“I’m very competitive. I like to win. I love the feeling. It’s another achievement and it’s something I feel as though I must do in order to please myself, to be satisfied. It’s an even higher rush if I compete against my sister and win, because we’re twins… and I don’t like for others to look at her as though she’s the better one. I know how it sounds… and maybe I do resent her a little. I mean, everything she does is something everyone likes. I guess that’s why I always feel the need to compete for attention, compete to be number one. My entire life has been driven to stand out in the crowd or get our mom’s attention before she does… everything has always been a competition. It’s kind of lame looking back, but I can still remember complaining about stomach cramps, foot cramps, leg cramps, anything cramp related to get some kind of attention because Izzy always got her attention so naturally.”

FORGIVING ,

“Oh, no… I hate talking about this because I know it’s some form of weakness. It has to be, because I forgive almost everyone for almost anything. You trip me and I will find a way to forgive you if you do something nice or you’re going through a rough patch. If we break up and you apologize for treating me badly I will find a way to forgive you and hope we live happily ever after. It’s pathetic, but true, and I despise how forgiving I am. Yes, we’re supposed to be forgiving, but not this forgiving.”

MATERIALISTIC ,

“Okay, that little ‘at the expense of spiritual or intellectual values’ line is definitely not true. I’m a very spiritual person and have many values, including intellectual ones. I just like material things. I like to go shopping whenever possible, but I don’t like spending money to cover the costs. It’s like… if I see a new pair of Gucci shoes or a Prada then I have to have it, no matter the cost. But then I find out the cost and I seriously cringe… and hand over the my Visa, anyway. Yeah, it’s that bad. It’s just… I like to make myself happy whenever I’m feeling down, and shopping solves the problem. I just love shopping, and if that makes me a materialistic girl then so be it.”

RESPONSIBLE ,

“Anyone who knows me knows that I like to be the responsible one, and that I’m very reliable. There was a time, of course, when I was anything but…. Though, things change as the years pass by. I learned that I had to be the responsible one, I had to be the reliable one who took care of things around the house after our mom got sick. It was a terrible time… My sister and I had relied on her and our stepfather as the main source of income and just like that - she was bedridden and given little as three months to live, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. All you need to know is that I grew up fast and started looking after her. I was taught to be the responsible one for her health, for schooling, my sister (even though she won’t admit it) anything I wanted in life - I was responsible. End of story.”

SASSY ,

“I love to wear stylish outfits, and anything fashionable. I adore looking cute because it gives me the confidence to strut my stuff and not worry about my appearance and how everyone else perceives me. If I look good then that’s one less thing I have to worry about. But does that mean I’m always looking my best? Probably not. I have my bad days just like everyone else, and yeah, there are days where I could care less what I look like to others. However, most of the time I’m wearing designer outfits, accessories, everything. I think the only time you’ll really see me at my worst like I mentioned is when I’m at home, kept away from the public.”

RESILIENT ,

“You never would have thought that, I’m sure. However, I’m very resilient and can recover from almost anything. I’m quick on my feet, quick on thinking, quick on almost anything. I love that about myself. It always makes me feel as though nothing can truly knock me down. It was always something that came in handy after mom got sick, too. I didn’t waste anytime sitting around, crying over what couldn’t be changed. I mean, I did pray and hope to God she would pull through, but I think I always knew she wouldn’t in the end. But I never had time to actually grieve after her passing. I had to recover quickly, which I did because I then put myself into college right after her funeral and got to working hard on becoming a photojournalist. So, you see, I recover quickly…. As long as I’m determined and keep myself two steps ahead of everyone else.”

SYMPATHETIC ,

“Yes, I can be very sympathetic with others. However, sometimes I wonder if I’m just sensitive because I can cry at the most simplest things that shouldn’t even bother me, not like that. It sometimes feels as though I can feel their pain. I know - weird. Impossible. Crazy talk. So, let’s just forget I said that and go back the sympathetic part. Anyway, I do show my sympathy most of the time, or compassion, whichever. I know it’s a harsh world, so I try to make someone’s day feel a little better with a listening ear.”

LOYAL ,

“I’m very loyal, and I know almost everyone has this loyal thing going on, but I’m for real. If you’re honest with me and we’re close then I’ll be your friend, lover, sister, daughter to the end. I know Izzy would do the same for me as I would for her. So, no matter how much I disprove her lifestyle or how much resentment I can sometimes feel toward her - she is my sister. That means if she were to suddenly buff out into some gigantic, hairy werewolf I would still be there for her while everyone else is screaming and running for their lives.”

APPEARANCE:

“I’m 5’2” and feel super short around almost anyone, no matter their height. I also weigh 97 lbs… now, wait - before you start thinking I’m anorexic - you should know that I’m naturally thin. I swear it’s not a lie. I just like to work out a lot and walk on foot to almost anywhere. Now, because I’m a very up and going person, does that make me anorexic? No. It just makes me more energetic and skinny… Plus, I have a high metabolism, which explains everything.

[sigh]…

You still don’t believe me, do you? Anyway, I just want you to know that my hair wasn’t always this color. I used to have a dirty blond color, but once I hit my teenage years I figured a change was in order, so I went all blondie. It’s sort of a platinum color mixed with golden tints and then underscored by darker tones. I love the color, really. But sometimes I think dying it and all these highlights might’ve been a bad move on my part because it can get dried out so easily. That’s really the only problem I have with my hair, and the only time I wish I had Izzy’s soft and smooth texture.

And as far as my eye color - they're green. And before you start questioning me - you should know that in the picture above, I’m wearing contacts. Why? Because I like wearing contacts. Me and my sister look so much alike it’s hard to tell us apart. So, you know how some parents actually have their set of twins/triplets/tri-something wear nametags? Well, I like to wear contacts. Blue is my favorite color as far as contacts go. Plus, everyone loves a blond hair beauty with blue eyes, right? At least that’s what I keep hearing.””

PLAY-BY:

"Ashley Olsen."

WHEN YOU GONNA WAKE UP AND FIGHT?

MOTHER:

"Maria Brennan."

FATHER:

"Jeremiah Harper."

SIBLINGS:

"Isabelle Mari Harper."

PETS:

"I'm thinking about getting a fish..."

HISTORY:

the beginning - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL HERE.”
“JUST LIKE YOU…”
“YOU’RE SO CHEESY.”
“AND YOU FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME.”

“Dad was always cheesy, according to our mom. He loved to use the worst pick-up lines and mom said she would always fall for them. It was hard not to, she explained, because as cheesy as he was, he was also very charismatic. I remember her telling me different stories about the two of them whenever we took long drives at night around Point Pleasant - just the three of us girls. She always liked to drive aimlessly at night; she said it was to clear her head, but I always knew different. She did it to escape Julian and his jealously. He always complained that she was stuck in the past with our dead father, that he could not compete with a dead man. I always thought it was a load of crap. Maybe she was still in love with our dad, but so what? She was there for him and she gave him all she had to offer in the present, but it was never enough. I used to imagine that I would somehow win a million bucks and runaway to Sante Fe, New Mexico where they first met in the summer of ‘87. I always wanted to take mom and Izzy with me and as far away from Julian as possible. Anyway, I’m getting a little to ahead of myself - back to the beginning where everything was right. Way before Izzy and me were born and way before Julian made us all so unhappy. In the beginning our parents were on the top of the world. Their relationship was what love songs were made of and in the pictures I could always tell that they were always at their happiest whenever they were together. It was like a magical fairytale. Mom always glowed around dad in their pictures together. Yeah. In the beginning everything was right as rain. Who thought it could all come tumbling down so fast?”

the early years - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“THEY'RE YOUR CHILDREN!”
“AND YOU THINK THIS IS WHAT I WANT?”
“YOU’RE NOT EVEN MAKING AN EFFORT TO STAY!”
“I HAVE A COUNTRY TO SERVE, MARIA!"

“His voice is so distant; like a fading dream I keep trying to hold onto but in a blink of an eye I soon forget why it was so important to remember. At such a young age how are we supposed to know that life as we know it is about to take a plunge for the worse? I wish I had known back then though so that I could have tried to stop the inevitable. I could have planted myself next to his feet and held onto his leg for dear life, but I don’t think even sheer determination could have gotten me far. I was just a little thing and he was much bigger, much stronger. I guess imagination and hope is wild enough though to convince us that anything is possible, because that certainly happened to me more than once. I can still remember him in his perfect lint-free suite, too, and the sudden stiff posture that settled in his shoulders like a heavy burden that couldn’t be hidden from sight. It was so different from the laidback, go-with-the-flow persona I was always so used to being around. Anyway, the point is - I couldn’t stop him from leaving, and it broke mom’s heart. I’m still not sure how she pulled it together or how she began to move forward with life, but she managed to in the end I guess. I think our dad‘s passing had some kind of affect on Izzy, though. I know we were only three at the time, but not having a real dad in our lives was traumatic. We really had to care for ourselves, even after our mom remarried.”

the childhood years - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“ANALIEGH MARI! WHERE ARE YOU?”
“RIGHT HERE, MAMA...”
“OH, LOOK WHAT YOU‘VE DONE TO YOUR DRESS!”
“… I WAS THINKING IZZY COULD BE THE FLOWER GIRL INSTEAD.”

“Mom had finally found someone new, a man we barely knew, who became our stepfather, the Polonia. I can still remember his freshly pressed suit down to his newly polished shoes. He stood with an air of masculinity, yet grace. I knew this man would be trouble for us all. He was too righteous and uptight that if he were an elastic band that I could pluck he would break because a little pressure would be too much for him to handle. He was nothing like the dad I have very few memories of and nothing like the care free soul I saw in mom’s old album. He was too foreign, too different. I remember thinking about mom and what she ever saw in him. I’d like to believe it was the money, but I can never think of our mom as some gold digger. She was too proud. Anyway, I used to think of this day as the day our mom became an idiot and married a man that every dating site would scream to delete immediately. I remember not wanting to have any part of this marriage. I had been scheming half the day away, wondering how to get out of walking down that aisle as the flower girl. Then little Zachariah arrived later on that evening with his mom and suddenly I had this perfect plan. Zach always did love finger painting you see, so it was fate that this would happen. He was always annoying, anyway. Letting him ’beautify’ my dress certainly kept him out of my hair for the next fifteen minutes. By then the wedding was starting and so with my newly finger painted dress I answered mom’s worried shouts, and got my wish. Izzy wasn’t very happy about this, though, but at the time I could’ve cared less. No way was I ever going to support their wedding, marriage, any of it.”

the teenage years - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“JUST A LITTLE BLACK MAGIC.”
“BLACK MAGIC? IZZY, THAT’S DANGEROUS!”
“IT’S NOTHING, I PROMISE. I’M JUST EXPERIMENTING.”

“I always thought our mom and Julian’s marriage was my worst memory, but later on I soon learned that I was so wrong. I never saw mom’s sickness coming. I never saw myself working to support our family. I did see Julian being the coward that he was and leaving us to fend for ourselves, though. However, I didn’t see - no, I never thought mom would leave us, too. Nor did I see my sister take a sudden interest in Witchcraft. Everything spiraled out of control. I thought life as I knew it was over, but somehow I managed to pull myself together. During the two years mom was sick I took whatever jobs I could find because once Julian left us there was no income. I remember working as a cashier, waitress, and once a janitor. In the midst of it all I was attending school and having to care for our mom. I worked my ass off while Izzy was off doing whatever it was that witches do. God, sometimes it was like we weren’t even the same age, like she was my kid sister instead of my twin. I was more responsible and she wasn’t. I remember getting so frustrated with her for not helping out more. It was the only time I’ve ever had a nervous break down, but like I said - I sprung right back into action… after a day in the hospital, of course. Stupid doctors. I told them I was fine but no one listened. Anyway, soon after that Izzy started helping out a little more. Not as much as I would’ve liked, but enough I guess. At night I think everything was worst. I’d always sit in our mom’s room, watching her as she slept or finish homework, attending any needs that she might have if she were to awake. It was so hard to see her like that… so weak… so fragile. It made me angry. I hated her for getting sick, for making me struggle to hold our family together when I should’ve been like any other teen. I hated our dad for leaving us, leaving her. I hated anything cancer related. I even hated Julian for not staying. I had never been so angry in my life as I was back then. It was Christmas Eve when she passed away. I have also never felt so much sorrow and relief as I did that night.”

the young adult years - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“ARE YOU - ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
“SERIOUS AS A HEAR ATTACK, MISS HARPER.”
“I’VE GOT THE JOB? ARE YOU FOR REAL?”
“YES, MISS HARPER. I'M FOR REAL.”

“So, if you haven’t figured this out - I started college the day after our mom’s funeral. I liked to keep my mind preoccupied and college was the best way to deal I think. I knew at a very young age that I liked taking pictures a lot, no matter how good or awful they turned out. Mom always said I had an eye for capturing things normal eyes couldn’t. Out of sheer determination I have a degree in journalism which has led me to become a photojournalist. I never thought though that I would actually have a chance at being hired with not much experience - well, not as much experience as most people out there. I was shocked to tell you the truth. I know I had my resume perfected, and my portfolio had the best of my work, but still… it was a surprise. I knew then that if were to be transferred ever that I would have to go along, leaving Izzy behind. It would be heartbreaking to do since I’ve never wanted to part from her, but I knew that when I took this job that traveling was a high possibility. I hoped it would never come to that, though.”

THE DARKEST HOUR NEVER COMES IN THE NIGHT

YOUR NAME: Jessica
AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
YEARS-ROLEPLAYING: 2-4 Years
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ROLE-PLAY SAMPLE:

THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DEAN. DON'T STEAL IT. LYRICS ARE FROM
SOUND OF MADNESS BY SHINEDOWN. REMOVE THIS CREDIT AND I'LL
EAT YOUR CHILDREN, AND ALL OF THEIR FRIENDS. YEAH.

YOU CAN SLEEP WITH A GUN
YAY! YOUR CHARACTER HAS BEEN ACCEPTED BY THE STAFF
AT PAIN REDEFINED, AND YOU'VE BEEN GIVEN THE ALL
CLEAR TO START POSTING RIGHT AWAY! HAVE FUN, & DON'T
FORGET THAT THE STAFF ARE ALWAYS HERE TO HELP YOU IF
YOU SHOULD NEED IT. WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, NEWBIE.

just a sidenote that i really enjoyed reading this app.
so great job and like it says above, welcome to pr. =]