Post by Harlow St James on Feb 2, 2011 4:16:05 GMT -5
HARLOW L ST JAMES
And looks like mila kunis
sound of the drums
beatin' in my heart
the thunder of guns
tore me apart
you've been - thunderstruck
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full name; harlow leah st james
nicknames; st james
age; sixteen
district; twelve
canon or original;original
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - appearance
hair; darkest brunette, almost black
eyes; blue-grey
tattoos; none yet
piercings; ears are pierced once in each ear
other features;
overall appearance; Harlow almost looks like your typical kid from the Seam; tiny, underfed with those dark locks and grey eyes. She's shorter than most girls her age, and as a result looks more petite than she should be. Harlow is skinny, but has some lean muscle due to the amount of travelling she does. Her hair, which is surprisingly healthy reaches down to her waist, shortening her stature immensely.
The most striking of Harlow's features would be her eyes. Her eyes are grey in colour with the slightest tinge of blue in the sunlight. They are fierce and shining with determination. Her skin is olive, like the other kids in Seam, although slightly paler. Her paler tone of skin brings out dark circles under her eyes when she's tired. She thinks her bottom lip is too full and her nose, most noticeably, turns upwards, often making it appear much too large for her face. She dresses well for someone of district twelve when she isn't wearing her typical school uniform.
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likes; physical activity, children, flowers
dislikes; school, the hunger games, dirt
hobbies; sports, running, making daisy chains
quirks/habits;
- has a twitch in her mouth everytime she tries lying; which makes lying very very difficult
- jogs whenever she's upset about something - running is her escape
- likes to make daisy chains for the younger kids when they're sad
fears; the hunger games; as most of the kids in district twelve do, being chased by something or someone which is why she runs so much
goals; to one day be able to help out the future children of district twelve somehow
secrets; actually lives in the richer part of district twelve, but prefers to hang out with the unfortunate kids from the Seam
overall personality; Harlow is a decent girl with a heart as big as her body itself. She loves children, especially the children living in the Seam. She loves putting a smile on their faces by making a little daisy chain, and she loves those flowers because of it. She's naturally very intelligent, but hates schoolwork - it feels like a waste of time to her.
However she gets annoyed very easily, by small things - people picking on her, the endless amount of dirt and dust in the district, schoolwork, just people getting on her last nerve, which happens quite easily as she has a short fuse. She can't lie to save her life and doesn't like it when people call her out. This annoys her also. When she gets annoyed or upset, she tends to run to distract herself. Running is a time where she doesn't have to think about anything, and feels totally at peace.
Harlow is also determined. She has a natural fierce spark, and when she's passionate about something; like the kids of the Seam; she will dedicate her every waking moment to making sure she achieves her end goals. She may seem quiet and introverted in school, but she has that hidden determination that makes her a fierce spark, much like a thunderbolt.
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mother; Helene St James, housewife
father; Dane St James, teacher
siblings; Harry St James, ten
other important family; none
pets; none
overall history; Helene and Dane St James met in the streets near the meadow of district twelve. Dane was the son of a school teacher and was studying to become a fulltime teacher at the district twelve school. He was a teachers assistant and currently living a very modest life in the town. Helene was a young woman of the Seam, expected to get married to a miner at a young age and stop being a liability to her parents. Helene never expressed such a desire, and at the age of twenty was still living with her parents in the Seam as an unemployed, single woman. Things were bad for Helene's family, much like all the families from the Seam, and Helene would spend her days trading off whatever heirlooms her family had to buy food and water for her family. On the day Helene and Dane met, Helene was trading in the meadow, and was heading home after an unsuccessful day. The pair bumped into each other and fell madly in love. They were soon married, and bore their first child - Harlow.
Harlow was brought up well, in comparison to most children. She only had to sign up for tesserae once, in a particularly bad year where food was in shortage. There was usually enough food to eat. She got to wear fine clothing that her grandmother once owned. She lived in a nice house near the town, and near the school where her father taught at. Harlow went to school like any other child, but pretended to be less wealthy than she was. Her mother had told her stories of the Seam, and kept her well grounded. She wouldn't wear any of the fancy hair ribbons her father sometimes bought for her, and the jewellery she had inherited from her grandmother lay untouched in a box under her bed, except for a small pair of gold studs which she wore in her ears.
Harlow was often made to stay late after school with her father to make sure the younger children were picked up or sent home safely. It was during this time spent with the young and unhappy children of the Seam that she realised what she wanted to do. She wanted to see these kids smile. She would make them daisy chains out of the flowers that lay amongst the garden surrounding the school, and the kids would actually smile - a genuine smile, and would go home to their parents happy and wearing a silly flower chain around their heads. It was this simple gesture that made Harlow happy. Sometimes she even brought bread to share with the children. This made them smile even more.
Harlow's relationship with her father wasn't perfect. She wasn't always ready to stay after school and look after children. When she was quite young, she would escape from the school and go running. Far away from her father and all her troubles. Ever since then, running had been her escape from the world. Harlow had a short fuse. Even the kids from the Seam could aggravate her, and she would take off, running as far away as she could. She hated being told what to do; and school was just that. Someone telling her what to do.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - player
your name; serfizzzz
age; seventeen
rp experience; a while
where you heard about us; i am your leader and creator
muses; finnick odair
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It was a beautiful day. No one could doubt that. The sun was shining brightly through the gate, casting shadows upon the flowers growing behind it. The sky was the lightest shade of blue, dotted randomly in clouds that looked like candy floss. Harlow wanted more than anything to be running right now. It wasn't just that the weather was amazing - which it certainly was. It was because she was having a hell of a day. Usually it didn't take much for Harlow to snap, but today she thought she was being extremely tolerant.
Firstly, her own father had scolded her for breaking her pencils; which wasn't even her fault anyway. One of the annoying kids from the year above her, was being annoying and so she had to hit them over the head with a pencil or two. It really wasn't her fault. Then all her pencils were broken, and she didn't have anything to write with in her books, resulting in another scolding from her father. Then of course there were the usual light teasings that everyone went through, but today seemed to infuriate her. She wanted to be running, but of course, even when school finished, she wouldn't be able to go running. Her father made sure of that. Harlow would once again have to look after from the little kids from the Seam. Usually she loved it. But today, she was on the verge of biting one of those daisy chains in half. How she craved to go running.
anything else?; mittenzzzzz
