Post by harlee farrawey on Apr 4, 2009 11:12:28 GMT -7
`harlequinRILEYfarrawey*
But wherever she may be
She could be money, cars, fear of the dark
Your best friends are just strangers in bars
Whoever she is, whoever she may be
One thing's for sure, you don't have to worry
`welcome to the s u b u r b s *
YOUR NAME. lizzie !
OTHER CHARACTERS. none
RP EXPERIENCE. about 2 years i believe.
`where the g r a s s is green *
FULL NAME. harlequin riley farrawey
NICKNAME(S). harlee!
AGE. nineteen
GENDER. female
ORIENTATION. bisexual
PLAY BY. hanna beth merjos
MEMBER GROUP. college freshman
APPEARANCE. Growing up, Harlee had always been sort of…average. Average height, average weight, average brown hair, average brown eyes…nothing special. It wasn’t until she reached her mid-teens did she realize that she hated being average. She wanted to be different. All in one day, she dyed her hair black, got her nose and lip pierced, and got a tattoo of a cupcake on her right wrist. She went from wearing her older brother’s t-shirts and old thrift store jeans to wearing more…'out there' clothes, if you will. What do I mean by that, you ask? I mean neon colored tutus and fishnet stockings as her idea of a 'casual' outfit.
As mentioned before, Harlee keeps her hair carefully dyed black, with the occasional wisp of blonde she adds in there, whenever she feels up to it. Her hair has a natural, soft wave to it, and she doesn’t bother straightening it like most girls do. She keeps it long, to about the small of her back, with a few subtle layers here and there. She doesn’t really bother with the style of her hair that much. Just the coloring is her main concern. For makeup, she usually focuses in on the eyes. She lines them thickly with black eyeliner and coats her long lashes with matching black mascara. Her sun-kissed tan skin also provides her with naturally rosy cheeks and an almost translucent complexion, meaning any kind of blush or foundation was never needed by her.
`where days become n i g h t s *
PERSONALITY.
Harlee is very bubbly and up-beat, sometimes hard to keep up with. She's always moving and active, and absolutely hates staying still and quiet more than she has to. She's very childish and fun-loving, always wanting to do something others might think as crazy. Some might find her childish hyperness to be annoying, while others might find it amusing, but that's the thing with Harlee. She's someone you either love or hate. Only rarely is there an in-between.
She's also a major klutz, the kind of girl that finds some way to trip over absolutely nothing. But it's almost next to impossible for Harlee to be embarrassed because of her uncoordinated self, so she simply laughs at herself and gets back up, as bubbly and perky as ever. She's almost completely prone to teasing and any kind of gossip about her. She simply just learned to not have it bother her, which it doesn't. The one thing she can't stand, though, is when someone's a bitch or says anything about her friends. Harlee is completely loyal and will just as soon jump on anyone who says or does anything to upset any of her friends.
It would also be helpful to mention what a sarcastic, smart-ass guy Harlee can be. She doesn't mean to be, honestly she doesn't, but it's just the way she is, almost like it has become an unbreakable habit. It started out with the words just coming out wrong in a way that may have sounded sarcastic but weren't, but now, as the years went by, she knows exactly what she's saying and how she's saying it, it's just...well, like mentioned before, she has a way of not keeping anything to herself. If you say something she feels is stupid or irrational, Harlee will be sure to reply with sarcasm, the heaviness depending on the stupidity level she assigns it. Most people aren't big fans of that, and usually think of her as and call him rude or mean, and she feels really guilty about it. She doesn't want people to think she's sincerely making fun of them or mocking them, and she really tries to keep things to herself, but, like mentioned before, its like an unbreakable habit, something Harlee just can't get over.
LIKES.
x. singing
x. playing the keyboard
x. music
x. journaling
x. coffee
x. drinking
x. partying
x. guys
x. girls
x. piercings
x. tattoos
DISLIKES.
x. "barbie dolls"
x. college
x. liars
x. gossip
x. rumors
x. reality tv
x. backstabbers
x. pushy people
x. nosy people
x. manwhores
FEARS.
x. dying young or alone
x. dying in general
x. becoming a disappointment
x. the dentist
x. having to give up music
x. not being able to get another piercing/tattoo
`and nights become d r e a m s *
FAMILY.
Sheila Farrawey//mother
Nicholas Farrawey//father
Tristan Farrawey//brother
FRIENDS.
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HISTORY.
Once upon a time, nineteen years ago, a baby girl given the horrid name of Harlequin was born to Sheila and Nick Farrawey, a young couple who already had a two year old son. The girl hated her name, even at a young age, and took up the boyish nickname of 'Harlee'. And, to go along with having a boyish name, she grew up to be quite the tomboy herself. Her mother was a wedding gown designer, and always seemed to be too busy to spend much time with her daughter, so Harlee found herself playing sports and video games with her brother, Tristan, and her father. She didn't mind it, and found that she preferred it to playing dolls or dress up with the girls she went to school with.
When she was thirteen, Tristan started learning to play the guitar. Their father bought him a brand new one, and the two of them practiced day and night with it. They didn't have time to play with Harlee anymore, and she soon grew jealous, lonely, and well, just plain bored. Since the two seemed to be into music so much, she decided she could be, too. She asked her mother to buy her an instrument, any kind of instrument, and since Sheila thought she could buy off her daughter's affection, she bought Harlee a keyboard, since she knew her daughter could vaguely play the piano and this could be the easiest for her. Harlee practiced and practiced with that thing, and it didn't take long before she wedged herself in with Tristan and Nick again, playing right along with them with her keyboard.
When she was freshman in high school at fifteen, she decided to improve her image and not just steal her brother's wardrobe. Her wild new look got her lots of attention, and when she caught their eye, a band consisting of a bunch of seniors in need of a keyboardist recruited her. They were called 'Sonic Aroma' and they became a big hit with their high school, and soon to the whole town. They played in local coffee shops and at carnivals and talent shows. Soon they made themselves a MySpace, hoping to be the next best thing. Just as soon as they were about to become MySpace famous, the most exciting thing imaginable for Harlee, the worst possible thing, in her eyes, happened.
Harlequin Farrawey, keyboardist of Sonic Aroma, had to move far far away, to the other side of the country. Sheila had been fired from her job, and announced that the family would be moving all the way from North Carolina to California, where Sheila had been offered her new job. Harlee was devastated, begging and crying and pleading for them to stay, for Sheila to find a new job there in North Carolina. But it was no use. The house had already been bought, and there's had already been sold that day. By the end of the weel they'd have to start a new life in Suburbia.
When Harlee told the band that she'd be moving away, they didn't respond the way she'd expected them to. They simply shrugged and told her they'd miss her, and quickly began searching for a new keyboardist. Harlee couldn't believe it. And after she'd moved to Suburbia, two weeks later, while she was putting off studying for a test and watching MTV instead, she heard the host introduce a hot new breakout band, Sonic Aroma. She couldn't believe seeing them there, but standing there with a big smile was a dainty blonde girl, obviously their new keyboardist. She was completely dazed, too dazed to even be pissed yet. She kept listening and checked the Sonic Aroma MySpace page, and she wasn't mentioned on either. It was like the past two years had never existed, and she had never been a part of the band.
She was seventeen when this all happened, and when she tried explaining to her fellow senior classmates that she had once been a part of their favorite band but had been quickly replaced, they all made fun of her and told everyone that "the new girl's a poser." It didn't take long for her to learn to keep her mouth shut. She still played the keyboard, but only because it had become a sort of calming hobby. Whenever she was upset or worried about something, she would just play her music and would just feel better, for at least a little while.
Once she finally graduated from that hell hole they called 'high school', she was immediately forced by her parents to attend college. After only a week of it, she hated it. She thought school was over as soon as she shook her principal's hand and took her diploma. Now she had to start all over again? Not cool, man. The only thing good that came out of it were the epic, legendary college parties. Harlee became the ultimate party girl, always showing up to ever party she could find and drinking until she passes out. This is the way Harlee wants to go through life: just going with the flow.
`where everything ain't what it s e e m s *
SAMPLE POST.
Jacey Rowan groaned, her Hello Kitty teacup-style alarm clock buzzing loudly in her ear. She pulled her Hampton the Hamster blankets over her face for a few moments before finally becoming a little too irritated by the obnoxious buzzing of the clock. With a loud, frustrated groan, the girl threw off the covers and smacked the clock with her palm until the buzzing finally stopped. She sat up and glared at it. It was Saturday. Alarm clocks weren't supposed to go off on Saturdays, and she wasn't particularly fond of being up at seven a.m. on her weekends. But since it was next to impossible for Jacey to fall back asleep once she awoke, she kicked off the rest of her covers and stumbled groggily out of her bed.
Jacey sighed and trudged straight into her bathroom, peeling off her Hello Kitty pajamas and stepping into the shower, letting the hot water pound against her back, trying to wake up completely. After about half an hour of letting the water's steam engulf her, she decided she was awake enough, shut the water off, and climbed out, grabbing the first towel she could find, thrown into a heap on the bathroom floor. She sighed, wandering back into her dorm room and grabbing a pair of her dark-washed skinny jeans and Invader Zim t-shirt, zipping her favorite purple, pink, and blue abstract hoodie over it. She returned to the bathroom to straighten her jet-black hair and apply her eye makeup, until she soon ran out of things to do. She frowned and glanced at the clock. An hour and a half had passed. 8:30.
Jacey sighed, running a hand through her main of black hair and pursing her lips, not wanting to stay alone in her dorm. She was always restless and in need to be doing something. It was a complete pet-peeve of hers to just laze around all day. She needed to be doing something, damnit. Biting her lip, she finally grabbed her tricked out Hello Kitty cell phone and keys, quickly stuffing them in the pockets of her jeans and hurrying out the door, not sure if she was able to take the silence of the solitude of her dorm. She made her way to the student parking lot, her hand still clutched around her keys in her pocket. She scanned the lot, trying to remember where she parked, until she spotted the old hand-me-down Volvo her grandparents had given her, wedged between two nicer, newer sports cars. She sighed and strolled over to it, jamming her key into the car door's lock and sliding into the driver's seat. She played with the dials on the radio for a while until she settled on her favorite 3OH!3 CD. She revved the engine and sang along to the music that blared from her much-abused speakers, pulling out and just driving.
This was one of those cases where you don't know where you're going until you get there. Jacey pulled into a shady spot near Sunset Park, deciding a nice healthy walk through the park would do her good, and best of all, give her something to do. She stepped out of her Volvo and locked the door, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that surrounded her. She yawned and stretched before continuing on along the narrow path that wound through the park. She walked slowly, glancing around and enjoying the scenery, but feeling lonely. Jacey hated being alone, and was in desperate need of company. With a barely audible sigh, she crossed her arms over her chest and continued walking, hoping for a distraction.
