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Harper G. Wells the basics full name ♦ Harper Georgia Wells nicknames ♦ None that she knows about or is willing to repeat. age ♦ Thirty birthday ♦ October 29th 1986 occupation ♦ Author and Alcohol Aficionado. Not always necessarily in that order. school ♦ Public School and College in Washington. ability/power ♦ Shape shifting into a wee fox. species ♦ shapeshifter how the ability works ♦ Harper can turn into a small swift fox at will. It doesn't take much time, thankfully, but the process leaves her ravenous. As cool as shapeshifting can be, she isn't particularly fierce as an animal. Sure, she has a mouth full of sharp teeth, but she's hardly larger than a house cat. And she's just too damn cute to be taken very seriously as a threat. gender ♦ Female, she/her/hers sexuality ♦ Bisexual the appearance face claim ♦ Cobie Smulders height and weight ♦ 5'8" 140lbs identifying features ♦ N/A overall appearance ♦ Harper's in better shape than she has any right to be, given her eating and drinking habits. Her 5'8" frame is surprisingly lean, despite the amount of deep fried food she eats. Though maybe it's the swimming and jogging she does that offsets it. Or maybe it's just going to catch up with her eventually. Dark auburn hair hangs just below her shoulders; usually straight, but occasionally seen with some wave in it. Her eyes are blue. Nothing jaw dropping, but a soft shade that hovers around somewhere between 'faded denim' and 'slate blue'. There aren't any scars on her of any note, unless having a small circle on her knee from accidentally running into a broken TV antenna as a child counts. the personality likes ♦
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strengths ♦ She lacks any real powers, but strengths... oh she's got some strengths alright. While she might not be able to throw a knife, do a barrel roll or cause explosions, she manages to hold her own in other ways. Like being able to churn out two to three books a year without them being total messes. Well... without being unintentional messes. If the books are a literary mess is a matter of personal opinion; the publishers and fans think they're great while she personally thinks they're absolute dreck. Oh, but that money. She can mix a mean cocktail and drink them even better. Either through long exposure or some weird trick of genetics, she's damn near got an iron liver. Or maybe it's gone into failure and the alcohol is somehow all that keeps her running now. Either way! Do not get into a eBay showdown or any kind of online auction face off with her. Though let's be honest here. How many other people are going to be bidding on a chair made out of taxidermy sheep? Her negotiation skills are... weirdly inconsistent. She managed to bargain down the payment on her house, but God help her if she can manage to really do herself any favors with her publishers. weaknesses ♦ If you hit her hard enough, she's going down. Having nothing more than average strength and no training in any kind of fighting style means she's going to be the loser in almost every physical confrontation. There are times, probably more than there should be, where her mouth just...goes. If she thinks someone's being a bag of dicks? She'll tell them. Possibly at length and just as possibly loud enough for everyone in a fifteen foot radius to hear. Eventually, her liver is probably gonna crap out on her! If anyone even breaths a whiff of 'commitment' or 'relationship' around her, she's gone like a bandit. Though there's always a chance she'll stick around to denounce the ideas of relationships and human monogamy, or end up on a tangent about the weirdly high ideas people have for romantic partners. Oooh, she's got a fierce weakness for weird taxidermy. dreams ♦ Getting her real work published. Being able to live comfortably off of the royalties of her opus and never, ever having to work again. fears ♦ Never getting her sci-fi work published. Authoring The Felix Mysteries and Bloodwood be her only lasting legacy. overall personality ♦ The simple rundown on Harper would be energetic, productive like woah, creative, outgoing and with a bit of a tendency to run her mouth without thinking about if it makes someone uncomfortable or not. She has a penchant for peppermint Schnaps and vodka and would probably qualify as a lush if she hadn't developed booze-gills ages ago. She's also got a love affair with starchy, fatty, 'what is that doing to your body' foods. The long version? Sure she's creative, but there's a depreciating edge to it if/when she ever talks about writing. Years of doing what she refers to as 'literary prostitution' has kind of taken the shine out of it for her. But man, the money's good and she really likes money. She's got a taxidermy collection to build and it won't pay for itself. The success of her books, as well as dealing with fans and fan-mail, has managed to almost completely tank her faith in romance. Her reasoning is that if people can read her Noir bodice rippers and think they're good examples of relationships they want, then the species as a whole has no idea what romance really is. Or everyone's insane. So she sticks to Friends With Benefits, one night stands and... everything that isn't a committed relationship. Her general outlook on life is that you only live once and it's a damn tragedy to waste it. Or at least that's what she says to make it sound poetic. Harper's a goddamn hedonist. She drinks because she likes it, has sex without worrying about what anyone might think of it (be it the frequency or the partners), takes pride in her weird as hell collection and pretty much enjoys her life how she feels like it. the history father ♦ Stephen Wells, 60, retired mother ♦ Caroline Wells, 63, retired siblings ♦ None. important people ♦ N/A hometown ♦ Bellvue, Washington overall history ♦ Harper's early life was, much to her occasional lament, almost painfully, boringly normal. She was born an only child in Bellvue, Washington. She didn't even get the 'benefit' of developing any only child syndrome as she lived near a gaggle of cousins and friends. Even the revelation that she could turn into a fox (and you thought your puberty was weird) was uneventful. A sit down brunch with her parents, a mug of cocoa...they may as well have been helping to walk her through what dating was. Somehow her wonderful, understanding, supportive parents managed to make 'so you can turn into a fox' something that was just humdrum instead of 'holy shit, I can turn into a fox, how cool is this. School was uneventful and the rest of her life might have stayed that way if her a new friend's dad hadn't commented on her name. "Harper Georgia Wells? You don't look like an H.G. Wells to me, kiddo." That was promptly followed by half an hour of laughter, which was half an hour too damn long. Sure it was cheesy, but that's the nature of Dad Jokes. Or so she later learned. Cheesy or not, it prompted her to look up said author and them subsequently devour every scrap of published work. She was writing short stories in spiral notebooks during recess, day dreaming about time travel and islands willed with talking, walking animals and wondering about aliens. All of that science fiction jump started her brain the way every other bit of school reading ever had, sparking ideas and questions that hadn't ever occurred to her before. In high school, she had a fairly regular appearance in the school 'arts' magazine. College saw her taking as many English and Literature classes as she could. There was only one end goal; become an author and change bring science fiction back into the lime light. Set characters in space, move a universe, set planets on fire and change someone's life like hers had been changed. Or, almost as good, pull a Ringworld; come up with a brand new idea and do it so well that it stands alone. When she graduated, a Masters in Fine Arts freshly in hand so to speak, she set about writing her master piece. Or at least working on it feverishly between sleep and odd jobs. It was two years in the making. Two years or writing, re writing, editing and re structuring her baby. It didn't even take two weeks for it to be denied. There just wasn't a market for it, they told her. The numbers just didn't support picking up a fresh, unknown science fiction author. Especially not with a piece as thick as she'd managed. Maybe, they said, if there was some romance in the text? Maybe some subtext, or strife between love lives. Romance was selling better than it ever had, and maybe if she just reworked things and injected some conflicting love interests of some 'scandalous' love making they could find a way to make things work. Of course she ignored it. Romance wasn't the point. Sure, there were attachments, but it sure as hell had never been her intention to write love stories or fluff erotica. This was hard science fiction, people. Her argument was that there were more meaningful connections than just who was screwing who and who was longing for them. She shopped around, of course. Hit up every publisher she could find. And every time she heard the same thing. 'It's great, but maybe add a little X'. Maybe it was pride that kept making her refuse to alter the story. Or maybe it was just dumb immaturity. Whatever the case was, each rejection put a little tarnish on her dream. Then one fateful night, after doing a rather impressive bar crawl for a friend's birthday, the subject of bodice rippers and the romance fiction boom came up. Everyone there that had read what she had written agreed that if she could just be a little flexible, she'd make a killing. Sure she could, she argued, if she tossed all her literary values out the window and just threw some random hip factors at a page. How hard could it be, right? Just throw some words at the page, insert a main character that was only half formed and sandwich her between two ridiculously hot dudes. On a dare, she did it. It was ridiculously riddled with typos and errors, but after someone cleaned it up for her and sent it in... It got grabbed up like hotcakes. They wanted to know if she could make a series. If there was a possibility of more if they gave her a big enough advance. Honestly, it was that advance that did her in. It was more zeros than had been offered her in forever. And it would at least be writing, right? Right? Now she's eye-deep in three series and stuck in ridiculously lucrative deal. She's recently moved to NOLA from Bellvue. It wasn't that she disliked her hometown or anything, but there were too many people who knew where she lived. And honestly, most of the fan base that reads The Felix Mysteries and Bloodwood weirds her out. A lot. Model used for avatar etc: Cobie Smulders the role player alias ♦ Skahi age ♦ haa haa haa haa pronouns ♦ she/her code ♦ Admin Edit other characters ♦ Deacon Abrastus |
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