BEHIND THE MASK&&

name:
Amy
age:
Three… xP
gender:
Female
years of experience:
Two years on and off [excluding neopets… xP]

BACK TO BASICS&&

name:
Harper Grace Valentine
nickname:
Harp & Val
age:
Sixteen
gender:
Female
sexual orrientation:
Straight
race:
Vampire
blood:
Pureblood
sin:
Lust

LOOK INTO THE MIRROR&&

celebrity:
Blake Lively
picture:

height:
5’10”
weight:
125 lbs
eye colour:
Brown
hair colour:
Blonde
heritage:
Caucasian
tattoos:
Small heart in the small of her back
peircings:
Ears and belly button
flaws:
Though she would never willingly admit it to anyone, not even herself, Harper has quite a few flaws. One of her flaws is, in fact, noticing other peoples' flaws, if you are a friend of hers, she won't say anything about it, but if you are on her bad side, expect to hear all about it. Another one of her flaws is that when that man comes along that refuses her, she either a) throws a temper tantrum, b) does something extreme irrational, i.e.: flash this certain man, or c) continues to pursue him in all the ways that won’t make her look desperate. This can be extremely annoying to the people in the vicinity, including the man she’s targeted. Harper has a knack of getting into trouble, not intentionally, of course, but some of the people she hangs out with aren’t the brightest of the bunch. Also, she tends to disregard (most of the times) the whole war going on between the vampires and the werewolves; if she sees a cute werewolf, she treats him just like she would any other man. On the other hand, if she sees a werewolf and isn’t in the best of moods, Harper is more than likely to rip the dog’s head off.
overall appearance:
face;; Out of the basic shapes, Harper most definitely has the oval shaped face, her cheekbones are just slightly visible and when she puts blush on, it highlights her face with a great result. Her eyes are simply brown, which she finds extremely boring at times but she isn’t pathetic enough to buy color contacts; she thinks that people with brown eyes who have color contacts just look stupid and try too hard. She is fair-haired and doesn’t wish to be any other way; Harp loves her long blonde hair and its versatility. On most days, this damsel can be seen with her lengthy hair down and slightly wavy, the natural way. On other days, she prefers to go with the ‘Just Had Sex’ messy look; either way, Harper makes sure that she looks beautiful for the entire male population.
figure;; At five feet, ten inches, Harper isn’t one of those short girls, but she’s not one of those freakishly tall ones either. She prides herself in her long legs and does her best to keep them toned in whichever way possible. She is a proud owner of a flat stomach, but fairly sized breasts which are 100% natural and she plans to keep them that way. In her opinion, girls that pay thousands of dollars to have a set of double D’s installed are just insane; after all, natural is beautiful.
style;; Harper’s clothing style varies, but, for the most part, it ranges from the latest and greatest to vintage: vintage is love. She will pretty much try out any store that has caught her eye, just because people say that it’s an amazing store doesn’t mean that it’s Harper Amazing. Sure, she’ll shop at Hollister & Co. or at Abercrombie & Fitch or at American Eagle, but if there’s something cute in the window, she’d even dare the depths of Hot Topic. Clothing labels don’t faze her and neither does price, if it’s cheap but is a cute addition to her outfit, then there’s nothing stopping Val from getting it. Call it a cliché, but Victoria’s Secret is Harper’s IT place to be; what else would you expect from Lust herself?

BE YOURSELF&&

likes:
- Sex
- Men
- The Chase
- Power
- Teasing
- Riddles
- Raves
- Vintage
- Perverts
dislikes:
- Being Teased
- Bitches
- Confusion
- Silence
- Boredom
- Big Hair
- Greasy Faces
strengths:
- Seduction
- Witty
- Manipulation
- Sex
- Guilt-tripping
weaknesses:
- Vulnerability
- Poor Decision-making
- The Few Men That Don’t Want Her
- Blood-lust
- Dogs
overall personality:
Harper likes what she’s good at, for the most part. She likes sex, and she’s good at it too, the entire male population falls under that category as well – Harper just does men, literally. One girl can only take so much of the groveling and men throwing themselves at her, so every once in a while, a challenge is more than welcome. The chase is always interesting, unexpected, and the prize is always so much more fulfilling. About the perverts, it’s kind of complicated. Most women hate perverts, and with good reason, but Harper finds them extremely amusing and a very interesting toy in her life. If some perv is hitting on her, slapping her ass, or anything that a pervert would do, Harper either a) does the exact opposite of what any sane woman would do, flirt with the guy and later sleep with him or b) she flirts with him, leads him on, gets him drunk and acting like a fool and then ditches him, making him look like an idiot.

“…for the most part.” It’s one of those phrases that should not be taken lightly, especially when it comes to Miss Valentine. Harper likes to be the one in charge, not the other way around, but then again, there’s something in her that likes being teased, the animal instincts being released and the preparations for the chase begin. She hates it when men don’t seem interested in her when she’s tried to snatch them up, it’s a near fatal wound to her pride, but it intrigues her at the same time. Her stubbornness and persistence to continue on with her seduction of this man that refuses to be seduced makes everything so much more interesting. She works until she has him, then she’s out the door and on her merry way.

Besides being the sex-crazed vampire, Harper does have a separate personality. First off, she’s not the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to decision making; she has smarts, but after a couple of shots of tequila, a third grader would’ve been smarter than her. She likes puzzles of all shapes and form, she likes to solve riddles, follow the clues to the end of the road where her treasure chest lies. One of her strengths that has proven to be extremely useful in some situations isn’t one of her favorites: guilt tripping. Harper tends to do it a lot, most of it unintentional unless you’ve been a total bitch to her, then prepare to feel like shit. As with any other vampire, blood-lust tends to be a problem at times. Harper has to have a little snack each day or else she’ll be headfirst in a state of blood-lust where she’d be ripping the pathetic humans’ throats out.

Harper blames her mother for the way she is, and with good reason. She often wishes that she wasn't the way she is, promiscuous, but she just can't help herself, it has been programmed into her skin since day one. It is extremely annoying when there is someone that means so much to her that simply thinks she is a slut and that is all. Most people don't like her, but that's only because they don't know the true Harper, they don't know anything but the sex side of Harper. Once you know the true Harper, you'll most likely become friends with her.

CAN'T RUN FROM YOUR PAST&&

parents:
Daniel – 42 - Deceased, vampire
Anna – 38 - Alive, vampire
siblings:
Matthew – 18 - Alive, vampire
Cammie - 15 - Alive, vampire
other:
Her mother killed her father, see history for more information.
pets:
None currently, but she really wants a dog.
overall history:
birth + extra;; Harper Grace Valentine was born on April 24, 1991 to the oh-so proud parents Daniel and Anna Valentine. Harper was their second child and one more was to come. She was blessed (or cursed, rather) with the sin of lust. For the first couple of years of her life, she was the middle of attention every day of the week, she was their star child and favorite child, she had been chosen to be one of the seven.
growing up;; The drama and fuss over the chosen carrier passed after the first year of her life, everyone decided to just let her be while staring her at the same time, watching her grow up to see if Harper Valentine had the strength to fulfill Lust. She did not disappoint. As soon as she stepped into kindergarten people noticed her, she wasn’t some kind of slut throughout elementary school, but people still noticed her. Some mothers wanted their children to stay away from her, ‘She puts off a bad aura,’ one had said. Once at the age where boys like girl, boys date girls, and drugs, Harper was the slut of the school, but she was also near the top of her class hierarchy. Her jealous classmates passed rumors around, some of them hurt more than others, but Val never let any emotion show that she was affected by the pathetic attempts to dethrone her.
terrible teen;; Her early teenage years were much like those of her middle school years, except they were a bit more intense. Harper wasn’t really a part of the drug scene, but she was most definitely right next door at the party scene, which always led to booze and sex, which she soon became an expert at. She was one of the few daring non-virgins by the end of eighth grade, and proud. Once again, she was on top of her class, looking down upon everyone else in existence. Being the current party whore, Harper had to have parties at her house, which didn’t make either of her parents too happy when they found out, but they got over it after a little while – no biggie.
death;; It was shortly after the birth of her younger sister, Cammie, that things went wrong. Harper never had a super strong relationship with her dad, but still, he was killed nonetheless. Anna Valentine had murdered her husband because she caught him cheating on her with the maid, such a cliché way to die, terrible really. The police didn’t lose much sleep over the case, they simply ruled it a suicide, which really made absolutely no sense if they would have taken the time to look at the body. Seriously, how could a man have bitten himself on the neck? Harper took the death well; she and her father didn’t see each other much besides the Sunday weekly dinner that she sometimes didn’t even go to.
freedom;; Her mother seemed to be going crazy after the death of her husband, even though she was the one that had killed him. Bi-polar much? One night Harper just had enough, her mother was drunk downstairs, screaming at the top of her lungs at inanimate objects, blaming them for what happened. The middle Valentine simply packed a bag of her most precious belongings, a thick wad of one-hundred dollar bills from the family safe, and left. Left her family to fend for themselves, she was sick of playing mother when the real mom was off getting drunk. So Harper needed a place to stay so school was the only other choice, boarding was free there and there would be plenty of juicy hotties to pick from. Part of her personality is because of her mom; she feels the reason she is such a slut is because of her mother, which is most likely true.

ALL I NEED IS THE REST&&

secret word:
FALLEN ANGEL
other characters on this site?:
None yet.
anything else?:
I <3 The Seven Deadly Sins. :]
sample roleplay:
There were so many things happening at this exact moment that weren’t the way Jacob would usually like them to be. First off, damp blue jeans weren’t very comfortable. Secondly, his sopping wet sandals next to him were causing a small puddle to form on the seat. And finally, his shirt was stuck to his body which was uncomfortable to say the least. But in this circumstance, there were bigger things than simple comfort that had to be worried about, much bigger things.

So there he sat, alone in a booth, back facing one of the creatures he hated most, waiting for a server to come and give him an excuse to take his mind off of the present situation. One of the employees walked by and sent another gust of the wretches scent towards him, a deep, sonorous growl bubbled up from his throat as the fiend inside of him began taking control. A shadow passed over the table and Jake looked up to see the waiter waiting patiently with a pen in hand, waiting to take his order, looks like this was the distraction he was waiting for. The low growl in his gullet disappeared instantly and he gave the oblivious waiter his order, “I’ll have a large decaf coffee, black please.” Black, no sugar, no cream, just plain black coffee. The richer and stronger it was, the more it would take his mind off of her and the more he could have a normal night. Why decaf? Oh simply because if he had gotten a regular coffee, he would become quite restless and restlessness leads to reckless decision making, something that he most definitely did not want at this point and time.

Time ticked by second by second, each tick of the old fashioned wall clock seemed to be one minute apart instead of one second. But the scent was still present, still lingering in the air. Why hadn’t the other shifters ripped her limb from limb before he got there? Then he could have eaten in peace and all would have been okay. Apparently the rain was getting to his fellow werewolves because they seemed perfectly comfortable, apparently too lazy to think twice about a little pathetic vampire. Well they should, they should watch out, because one day one would come along, all beaten down and feeble looking, then you help them for one second and the next, the damn leech is at your neck. What a joke.

Jake’s bare feet began to tap lightly against the back of the booth, needing to do something, his knees began to go up and down, as if he were running in place; he unknowingly placed a foot out in the aisle and the second it hit the floor, he hated himself. He was in the seat across from her, the damn parasite. It was simple as this, as soon as one foot touched the floor, freed from the confines of the booth, the other followed and he moved swiftly to the place on his mind: the booth right behind him, the booth with the girl. What the fuck was he doing? What the fuck was he doing? He knew that he wanted to make her happy, but he also knew that he wanted her dead, so which way was he going towards at this point in time? Maybe he would end up making her day better and then rip her head off, what a lovely thought, no?

Lungs burned, momentarily drawing his attention away from the pest just a foot and a half away from him, he wasn’t breathing. Jacob didn’t want that grotesque perfume to enter his nose, he didn’t want it at all, and he didn’t know if he could handle it if he breathed. But he needed air just as much as the humans did, he gave in. The pent up air was released slowly, and then air was gathered in its place. It was sickening, the scent of the parasite was everywhere, and it was all he smelled now, almost choking him. His dark, oversized and rough hands were balled into fists, both of them on the table, one slightly shaking in place. The shapeshifter’s eyes glued onto the space in the booth right next to the vampire, they were now turning from a deep brown to a lighter yellow-brow. Jake blinked once, willing himself not to change, telling himself that she wasn’t like him; she wasn’t the creature that murdered his mother. ‘Your coffee, sir?’ The waiter had come back with his coffee and placed it in front of him quickly and left the booth as if he sensed some great battle about to take place. The coffee cup just sat there, the male didn’t trust himself enough to move his hand because maybe they would act like his legs had, maybe they would end up on her throat.

The coffee eased the sweet smell slightly, but it didn’t do much help, it just smelled like overly sweetened coffee now, which was still a disgusting thought. Everything hung in limbo: to kill or not to kill, to comfort or not to comfort. Perhaps nothing would occur and the two would just have a stare down until one of the two decided to leave. One thing was for sure though; Jake was not going to be that person.