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Post by noah on Jan 24, 2012 21:41:12 GMT -5
They say to be who you is, you gotta be who you are. Tonight was black at night. No moon in the sky for that midnight wolf buried inside. That animal was surely always there, ready for prowl. Now with her hair cut short and dressed in black. With the inch of someone completely different some many years ago. Felt the clawing at her skin, she was sure this was who she was suppose to be. To quite being the victim, squirming at her knees and the tears flooding every room. She was fed up being that girl. Somewhere sure with the rock of her head there something that resembled her. With what was left of her red hair, there was a glimpse. As she sat at the bar and crossed her thighs as if she owned her skin. She did. Brutus was but a ringing in her ears. Of course deep down her black heart still rattled for her son. She failed saving him as she killed for him. It was just how things were.
She still hadn't much of a home and that really was ok. As Harlow made her rounds between places. Who was to say she couldn't put her foot anywhere she wanted as she smirked to this little cut off space from others. Was she a little more insane, sure. Felt the echo of laugh in her mind. Who wasn't a little insane? It's sad to say, but this world was much for the wicked than anything else. Felt the restriction of her black corset rather mind settling, she hadn't bothered for the precise tailoring of it. Leaving her body to do most of the filling. Her arms and shoulders bare. A full black skirt with a slit that her leg now popped out of. She was much unleashed had it not been for a certain dark knight. Running her finger over her lips, escaping a short laugh. Helping the possible losing of her mind. In this world at the ready to turn on you, he certainly helped to show her the dark side of light. As her black painted nails grasped her pint. She sure was in for some entertainment to night. As pulled down her black veil just a little. There really no one left that knew who she was or had been. Now was the time to live her life.
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Post by noah on Jan 21, 2012 23:32:30 GMT -5
It felt so quiet. Too quiet that she could feel her thoughts rolling around in her head. Like rattling in a cage. The cutting of her hair was just the beginning she thought. It helped somewhat. To be numbing the pain. As her hands abled the losing of her face. As all she saw when she opened as well as closed was blood. All so much blood. She felt anger. She felt sad. She felt so lost. Where the hell was she? And why did she not care? What if she was dead? What if this was it? Feeling the faint breeze by her neck, felt something rise. She was sure she was alive. Maybe just barely. She heard the faint footsteps and stopped near where she was. Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks. Perhaps a burly man from the bar. Harlow be left wondering if he was out to take advantage or actually feel sorry for her. With what happened. She wasn't sure he would feel sorry for her let alone understand.
Her eyes still covered frowned at his words. Trying to place them as she then dropped her hands to glimpse who was speaking to her. Her eyes were blurred looking into not much. Saw how dark and unfamiliar he looked. He was different. Her eyes then dropped, from the corner of her eyes she saw how dark it still was around her and how her eyes then fell. Her mind a little unsteady. "Blood! The blood... Oh, so much blood... There was to much blood." Harlow rambled repeatedly with the shake of her head as her hand toyed with the lose hair between her fingers. Harlow felt a little closed in as he stepped closer her eyes slowly peaking to look upon him. He was almost like a shadow and she felt vulnerable.
He then leaned in to whisper in her ear, felt his cold breath upon her neck. Suppose to frighten her and it did a little. He was maybe whom she was suppose to run from, but she didn't want to run anymore. She was too far gone. Besides somehow in this closing abyss it felt exactly what she needed. She knew no one. They were all dead. She was lost. And as he whispered his words. She heard his voice. She heard Brutus' voice. She boiled up a little steamed by his words. For he would have pushed her. Though as she blinked she knew Brutus was dead, he just haunted her mind and she wasn't happy about it. Though she did feel this man a little in her head. Somehow through this fear, was he helping her? As she felt the world around them a little out to get her. "After what I did, maybe I'll save them the trouble then." Harlow soon found her feet balancing on the edge of the well. Felt herself tremble a little as her toes curled over the edge. Why was she here? She felt with the shake of her head. Why was she still so weak? There was barely anything than a shell, starting to crack. Felt some weirdness creep in, felt the tingle at her finger tips as the blade glimmered from below. She shook her head. No no... It was an accident. One time... That wasn't her. Then why did she feel as thought she had died, at least a part of her.
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Post by noah on Dec 29, 2011 19:19:44 GMT -5
How the young lass came by the money isn't information best told. As deep within the tavern she wasn't so much drowning anything for it all still was cutting her deep, but sure some other emotions were being risen. Or images replacing the nightmares. Yet they still came at sleep. Harlow's head span of what happened and what could have been. Was rather like that empty shell, never to be filled and yet here she was. Trying to live. There had to something in that. She just couldn't so easily pin point. She had lived? Why? If there was an answer to this, she hardly expected it would come anytime soon. Soon her mind dulled, it span, but merely of nothingness. Laughing deeply as it seemed odd to be questioning this now, but Where was she? Despite the room coming at her in shadows and blurs. It always seemed when her mind was half gone, sanity wished to try and hold on. Though in truth she was barely drunk, she was barely anything. It was just something she more or less pretended. To feel anything else right now was more than she could ask for.
Just not the laden remarks from the men now and the trying to press upon her. In which though she struggled to keep them off. When things began to get a little out of hand. Was then her feet took the ground. Unstable steps out the door and into the early dawn. The breeze setting through her hair, her face and skin. Awaken her a little. Though sprang a tear. Another tear. Her hand catching at her tears. It was rather quiet. The sun was soon to be rising. There was that little notion as she motioned her head left and right. Shaking her head. There was simply no where to go. She had no coin, she had no home and she hardly knew where she was. Even if she managed a boat, there was no home to go back to. Besides the seas laid most of the nightmares. She wasn't so put together to just sail into the abyss.
For now she walked to the town well. It was still a bit dark, but she could see the flicking of light just faintly within the well, to show there was water there, somewhere. Sitting on the edge of it. As there just wasn't anywhere she could go. Feeling much like a ghost, but she still felt somewhat alive. It had only been a short couple of days. She couldn't be that close to insanity, if she was she half expected she would have already fallen in the well. Though where is her mind when she's even contemplating and not to mentioning picturing the idea. No. She shook her head. She needed to be stronger than this, if even for short moments. As the rest around her was still blurry. Mostly because she didn't know this world around her and she was simply consumed by the world in her head. Or distracted by. She still bore the white dress, which was probably not helping much, but it was all she had. It just came to a point she accepted it, but she knew she would have to change out of it eventually. Accept the changes. That letting it go, wouldn't make her forget. With such vivid thoughts and dreams, it was a good chance she would never forget. Still she just didn't want to risk that. Pulled out the dagger from her thigh she had hidden. Her hand shook with the small blade in hand as she brought it up. Trying to force a change and perhaps it would help. Was what she told herself. As ran the blade through her hair. She hadn't the strength to cut it all off or much of, but she figured a small cut would feel somewhat of a change. Feeling the tears spring slowly. As her hand flicked the dagger through strand by strand. Red locks falling in her lap and at her feet. Her eyes seeing nothing so much through the tears. Soon her hair laid just past her shoulders. As she motioned the dagger to her lap and her tears slowed, her hand trying to rub them dry a little. Her eyes motioned down, causing her to jump as she saw the red in her lap and at her feet. As if it was blood. Her eyes motioned to the blade as her hand motioned it up thinking she saw blood dripping from its point and dropped the dagger. Which fell to the ground. As her hand motioned back shaking as the tears flowed of the nightmare seeming to becoming to real. Sitting for passing as the sun rose within kingdom. As her head was still buried in her hands.
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Post by noah on Dec 5, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
The world faintly echoed the crushing water into the deep pool below. Harlow's head was lost to the world. Buried into her knees. As her back heaved deeply trying to remain somewhat intact. Her chest felt the most heavy as if her heart would bellow out of her. Her lengthy red mess covered her and sprawled even upon the ground below. Only her forehead could be seen. Her white almost destroyed dress covered what it could. It was torn quite a lot near the bottom, that most of the lower part of her legs could be seen. Her skin was dark. Moistened by the faint water that trickled down her face. Her bare arms helped a lot of the shielding. The hugging of her emotions. The breeze came to dance around her and she could feel the coolness now upon her cheeks.
The breeze ran up her forearms, creating goosebumps and realising she was actually feeling cold. From the cool breeze hitting her wet skin. She didn't care she was shivering slightly now. It just created more for these emotions to drive from. Helped express from the outside a tad what she felt was on the inside. She bore little signs of where she came from save the darkness of her skin, her hair and her bare limbs. She bore a cuff bracelet of gold and stones.
She hadn't heard the faint steps when they first came. She did hear the crunch of leaves and misplacing of stones. It just wasn't high in her mind. As her cheeks continued to run of her tears. The images of the past days flashed in her mind. That's if it had been days. Everything had gone black and then she woke to see the ocean. Alive. Her family dead. She remembered the cold touch of Brutus. She was sad, but her heart wasn't too broken. But, Cael. Oh, he was just so small and fragile and when she had touched his cheeks. They were stone of ice. She was sure her heart had left her in too many pieces. A huge arrow at her heart. At the sight of her much beloved son. The doubts that Brutus had embedded into Harlow's mind, that she wasn't a fit mother, it toyed even more painfully at her mind. This was her fault. It was her fault.
That her son was beneath the sands. That he was dead. She hadn't wished for his death, maybe she was hades' daughter, as Brutus had called her. Maybe she was just a walking curse. No, this was her emotions speaking. This was really no ones fault. Or everyones fault. There was that fine line she was walking that was so frail it would tear and she would be lost forever. Her toes even hung over the edge. Her heart for her son wished to follow him into the next world, but the hope and dream for her daughter kept her in check. In doing this. Surviving she would be living for her son. Who barely got a glimpse into this cruel, cruel world.
Her eyes started to take a peak. Seeking the soft crushing of water to sooth her. Her deep heart wrenching cries, slowed to just deep sobs. More quietly now. As if the emotions were just merely humming at her heart. Her head then rested her chin a top of her knees. Her eyes red. Breathing. Just trying to breath. That was the first step. Just breath. Her hands ran down her knees, her legs. Hugging them tighter. Feeling like a little ball. Trying to keep out the cold and keep herself safe from the slight bump that could bring her entire world crumbling down all over again.
It was then the faintness of the movements came to her. In the moment, the quiet moment her mind woke up. At first nothing lingered. She did not care to turn. Who it was? Or what it was? If it came to greet her or harm her. She hadn't a clue what she would do. Just that she would just react in some way. Her body was numb and her mind was almost gone. She could almost feel eyes upon her. It left a trail of bumps up her arms, but her head went to rest again upon her knees. Her breath trying to remain fine. She'll be fine. She breathed.
Then through the fine cut through the silence. His voice came. It was smooth. It was almost charming. In fact it was very charming. It was gentle and it soothed her. Harlow couldn't know how she came to be given such treatment. It was hardly what she expect after all that had happened. She lifted her face with what effort she could manage. Her eyes had to search. As his voice had come out almost in a myth. Like from a place she wasn't sure she'd be able to reach and yet there he was. Her eyes landed upon him and she could see the softness in his eyes. She wasn't sure why. Who was he looking at? Why would he care to look at her in such away? Wasn't this really in the end all her fault? He wasn't acting, although Harlow was barely in the stage to really take this all in. All she knew he stopped the world, her world for a moment. Who was she? Who was she to him? Who was she to anyone? All gone. They are all gone. As she hugged her knees. She could easily hear the echo of Brutus forcing this all upon her and she was unable to stop it. Her brown eyes looked upon him a little unsure at first. Wondering what she did to be given even the slightest attention. Then his words formed more and it set her lips to smile. This was unexpected a great deal, but her eyes that ran over him sort how he could offer such kindness. Her tears weren't exactly stopped, but he broke the ice so to speak. He wanted to comfort her and cause her not to be so sad. She wasn't so sure it be that easy, but she was open for him to try. He managed this smile so far. What he asked she just hadn't expected. Offering her a gift that was rather priceless. She could hardly say no. Harlow still huddled in her ball. Still felt the heaviness in her chest, but it was easing now. She was just amazed by his kindness. To her? As her hand motioned to wipe her tears. A mix that they had eased, but also a habit now after Brutus made fun of her whenever she cried. Calling her weak and a child.
"A melody would be lovely. Thank-you. I'm not sure I am so deserving of such kindness. Please forgive me if it doesn't ease me greatly. I just buried my husband and son..."
Still cradled in her seating her face turned towards him as she spoke to this mystery man. Her voice soft with the weave of her accent from just offshore of Greece. Her voice broke as her voice was a little course, but it was intact for the most part. Her heart beat at the thought of a song. Music generally helped the soul, her heart, but she wasn't sure it would work so easily. Though as he offered with such kindness and devotion. Perhaps he could find a way. Her eyes ran over him. Was this even real? What if she was dead? What if he was the angel? He was just so kind, to her. She couldn't help than to respond with her own kindness. As she spoke of her husband and son. Her voice slowly died. As her eyes ran off from him to the ground. It was finally said. Another now knew. It was slightly overwhelming and it meant this was all real. They really were dead. They were all gone. As an extra tear ran down her cheek. Was she really so much of a child herself, now? For some reason she didn't care so much how it made her look. Brutus wasn't here. With that set another tear. They were all just gone. Where was Harlow? Barely anywhere. As her tears now that fell rolled down slowly and quietly. As she hid her eyes. Her lips catching them as her hand made to catch them. Feeling her heart having been torn in so many directions. Though the moment this man spoke it set it beat just that little bit. So she motioned to control the tears a little more bearable as rested her cheek upon her knees and face this man. Her eyes looked over him and open for him to ease her heart a little more. Comfort her with a charming melody to match.
"I'm Harlow. What's your name? How did you come to find me?"
Harlow felt herself easing a little with her cheek upon her knees. Hearing her breathing. Her eyes watching over him and not having much planning. Her voice just came out soft almost a whisper. As she gave him her name. As her eyes ran over his own, to seek out his own name. Wondering how he came to offer her such kindness, she pleased for whatever the reason. That he ended up here to offer her his kindness. Who was he?
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Post by noah on Nov 15, 2011 15:48:36 GMT -5
The world had been renewed. The sights! The sounds! Were hints of a place Harlow once knew, but there was a vast change. She felt it in her flesh to her bones. She was far far from home. From the young girl with all the hopes and dreams in the world. The flashes of the last years raced in her mind as she staggered through the forest. Dressed in a white singlet strapped dress. The ends torn up and still with the appearance of being drowned. The water had dried, just slightly damp and slightly see through, but it played little upon her mind. She was used to wearing a lot less in her kingdom.
Oh, Mesopotama. Her father. She could remember trying to reach out to grab him, but the hands pulled her back. To the ships. Away from her father. Away from her kingdom. Away from everything she knew. She now knows she was only a child then, things seemed more dramatic, but it didn't make them play down the meanings of the event. It was maybe not what should happen to a child and at least not in that way. Her family beneath the sand. She was alive and she knew there was a reason for it. After all the tragic events that had consumed her, she was now free. From the chains of her once vivid life. She missed her son terribly, the dream she had of the young girl dancing in the temples gave her hope. Her goddess had blessed her with a image of a daughter for the future. A daughter she could claim as her own and wouldn't be snatched from her arms.
The memories drove her forward and gave her deep strength to carry on. She was no longer the weak faint girl of 14. She was a woman in all the power she would need to survive. She wouldn't let happen to her again at the hands of another. Life was precious. Even more so after such death. There was joy at the end of this path. She could feel the beginnings of something as she walked through the strange forest. She could almost make out shadows flashing past. Were these ghosts? Were they beasts? A demon seeking for her blood. Her eyes kept upon the distant moves as her hand traced the blade upon her thigh.
The sounds and the movements continued. Almost seeming they were playing just by her ear, but as she looked they seemed miles away. Her feet feeling every sharpness and crunch beneath her bare feet. It was making the walk a little tough, but after everything it wasn't so hard to bare. It was a simple price to pay. The path broke into a slight mist and gathered to what she could hear was water. She had seen plenty of water that she wasn't sure she could strengthen to see more, but her thirst was high. So she stepped off the path and into a waterfall pool. Trees around and the top left open for the sunlight to streak in. It was beautiful to see. She could no longer hear the shadows and the creeping. Instead she heard birds and crickets. A sound of a frog and a splash of a fish. She felt herself relax and fall to a crouch at the waters edge.
She cupped her two hands together to use as a cup to drink. Drinking what she could before it sunk between her fingers. The emotions in her made it hard for the water go down, choking a bit, but some of the water made it down her throat. She used her hands another two times, before the third time she ran the water over her face. Cooling her down and trying to make her somewhat clean, more like herself again. But, yet she still felt lost. Splashing again upon her face. The emotions could no longer stay in and they came to the surface. Tears running down her face as the tears were a mix of sad with joy that she was alive. A tad bit of guilt. Harlow finally; was free and could actually just cry it out without feeling she would draw attention to it. She could finally cry all her emotions and let them go. Miss her son, which she was sure would be a forever thing. Her face tried to fall in her hands, but she lost her balance. Falling backwards so she was sitting. Her legs bend up and not even caring where they were. As she collapsed into her sorrow and relieve. The pain marked clearly on her face and her eyes blurry to the world as they looked into a place non-existent. Gone into her slight unstable mind.
Her chest was heaving as every ounce of the emotions cut her deep and brought a pain to her, but it was a good pain. It meant she was just letting it all out. Everyone needs to break down and only so much can someone take before it all just bunches up. Bringing her knees to her chest. She buried her face and embracing her tears. Letting her long waist length damp red hair cover her face and knees. Embracing her emotions. As the faint gushing of the waterfall and the singing of animals calmed her. As if a mother patting her upon her back, comforting her.
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Post by noah on Nov 13, 2011 2:25:33 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Harlow De Luca .:Nick Name:. Harley .:Age:. 19 .:Race:. Mesopotamian .:Status:. Citizen
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.:Physical Appearance:.
Harlow is built a decent height of 5'8. She has a well filled out body. She isn't the skinny type. It helped to shape after her baby, but still being young it still has a youthfulness about it. Though yes she has marks still from the pregnancy, a simple reminder. Her skin is dark in tone, with a faint glow depending on the light. Has a set of Hazel eyes with a hint of green in them. Her hair is red. Her look is soft, but with a slight edge. Her clothes always vary. She's fine with showing a little skin. Though generally has a feminine touch to what ever she wears.
.:Height:. 5'8" .:Portrayed by:. Rihanna
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.:Personality:. Harlow began as a rather weaker girl than she is now. Born with the notion of a bright and happy future. Having no feeling everything would change and so easily as well. She was easily taken advantage of and because of her young age. She was a child that sought to see things more difficultly. She was a child with a stubborn mind, a strong mind. Perhaps even over reacted as she would now think she did. She was a child that shouldn't of gone through what she had. As she passed her early teen years and in the life she was placed in with her husband. It was when Harlow became more aware of what she had done. How she had acted so childish. Even though she was actually a child. She sort to correct her so called childish ways. Beginning to believe that she was Hades daughter, like Brutus had claimed. She caused him nothing but trouble. For someone she had originally set out to hate with all her might, Harlow somehow became to love him. Even moments when he returned it, but he saw it all as tricks. For so long she had resisted. Tried to fight. When as she realised, there was no point. She was in this marriage, this life and it was better to just find a way to enjoy it. Or be miserable forever. She couldn't be a complaining child forever. She grew more headstrong when she became a mother. It seemed to change her. For she had set out to hate the child before it was born. Though as she saw the little bundle for the first time. The whole world froze and everything that seemed to matter, just didn't anymore. All hate she had for Brutus was gone. How could she hate him for what they had created. Cael was beautiful and a blessing. It was like a switch. From child to mother. Not easily explained. When he died, a part of Harlow died as well. A pain so very painful and deep. It just is always hard to lose a child and so young as well. She is at a place struggling with the idea all this freedom, but the death of her child still fresh in her heart.
.:Strengths:. - Kind - Tough - Creative - singing/dancing .:Weaknesses:. - Cael - Children - Takes blame easily even if it wasn't her fault - Attitude .:Magic Abilities:. None. .:Special Skills:. .:Accents:. English/Barbadian
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.:Birthplace:. Mesopotama .:Family:. Father: (deceased) Mother: (deceased) Husband: Brutus (deceased) Son: Cael (deceased) .:Occupation:. None. .:Current Location of Residence:. None. .:History:. Harlow De Luca was born in the beautiful kingdom, Mesopotama an island just off the coast of Greece. She was a young and vibrant girl ready for the world. She was betrothed to a young man who was 16 and she was merely 14. He was handsome and sweet. She dreamed of their wedding and the future they would have. He was all a girl wanted as their husband, but though sweet meant he was weak. An enemy of the city broke through the city. Her betrothed was one of the first slain at the hands of Brutus. Her future husband. The men didn't take long before taking hold of the city. Holding her father captive. She raced down to see what had been taken place. The moment Brutus saw her, she was a doomed young girl. She was barely 15 and eyes gazed upon her as if to claim. Something about her had compelled him. Moving back to stand by her father, He demanded freedom for the slaves, meaning one hundred ships, provisions and livestock for their sustenance for one year. As well as a seven hundred talents in gold, silver and other jewellery.
Her father laughed at the demands. His laughter quickly ceased as one of Brutus' guards took Harley and she screamed in protest. The guard dragged her by her hair and handed her to Brutus. Before she could react Brutus twisted her hair and neck with such force, subduing all her fight and forcing her to her knees. whilst his hand held her by her hair, Brutus put his sword to her rib cage. Threatening her life. Brutus bargained again to her father, only this time he added to the list. Demanding to make Harley his wife. Harley cried out no, but to little aid. As her father soon agreed.
He took that night by force. She put up as a good fight as she could, she was able to keep him from kissing her. From the moment on he used it against her. That he would never kiss her even if she begged him. Harley did not know then that her hate would ever turn to love. For the man was everything that was harsh. Harley had planned an attack with her father and the kingdom. To take the city back, but it failed. Brutus' men smelt the rat. Which caused the full destruction of her city. Watching her own father sink into the ground from the magic that took the city. She was forced upon the ships with Brutus'. Sailing to these new lands he had so wanted to capture for his own. Every time he touched her she would struggle and every time he blamed her. Threatening once she bore him a son her life was useless and he would end her life. She soon fell pregnant maybe a year or two after. As she had grown into a more young woman. She quit the fights. She realised how silly and childish she had been. So she wanted to give Brutus a chance. For she imagined being her husband she might as well try to deal with it. She soon felt her feeling evolve into some state of love. Wishing to please him now as a good wife, but he hadn't forgotten how she was before, so he wasn't so trusting. She would find moments where he'd be soft and she could almost see him about to kiss her. Getting so close once she felt his breath, but he pushed her a way. Believing she was just trying to trick him.
She gave birth to a son when she was about 17. It took two days of labour, when her baby came she soon knew what love really was. One of the guards came to attack her as she had done her job, but with her new sense of motherhood. She took a dagger and killed the man. Brutus admiring her strength allowed her to live. He kept the child often from her arms and into another mothers. Somewhere a long the way the ship she was on hit something and the ship was going down. She remembered the sinking, going under herself. Watching her child, her husband and people sink to the ocean floor. Then everything went black. Waking up upon a sandy beach of Britannia. Some of the lifeless bodies had also washed up. Burying her husband and child.
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