Harrison Harper

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I’VE HAD ENOUGH SO-SO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE[/CENTER][/size]

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EVERY DREAM OF WINNING[/center]

[/b]Harrison Harper
nicknames: Harrison
birthday: May 28th / Gemini
age: 24
status: Dropout to the max
orientation Straight
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EVEN WHEN I WAS FALLING DOWN[/center]

[/b] Jet black
eye color: Vibrant green
height and weight: 6'0" / 150lbs
distinguishing features: Harrison is skinny and pale, covered in tattoos from his neck to his fingers and torso. He looks like he belongs in someone's goth band.
face claim: Wil Francis[/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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OUT WHERE YOU LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND[/center]

[/b] alcohol, drugs, a nice place to sleep, leather jackets, punk shows, stealing stuff, selling said stolen stuff, teenage girls, huge parties, finding work, writing anything, gambling
dislikes: cops, narcs, bitchy girls, homeless dudes stealing his squat, dumpster diving in West Oak, being out of smokes, watching cops raid his friends
strengths: underworld connections, faith, good timing, quick wits
weaknesses:alcoholism, poor stamina, hungry all the time, looks like death 24/7
fears: Dying unknown, getting busted
goals: get out of West Oak. If that fails, at least be the richest man in the poorest part of town.
personality overview:Harrison used to be a kid with a head full of moral ideals and high ambitions. It was really too bad he was born in West Oak. A boy so hopeful became a boy so jaded. He looked to the world for help and it offered him none, so he turned his back on the world. He's really quite solitary when he's sober and it's very sad. He hates the way he feels, so he drinks, smokes, pops pills to feel something different. When he's high, every day is a new adventure. It's better than dwelling on deferred dreams and wishing they would come true. He's sort of tortured when you think about it; All he ever wanted to do was write stories to make people feel better and instead he can't even focus on making himself feel better, let alone write a rough draft. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]

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I‘M SO RICH THAT IT AIN‘T FUNNY[/center]

[/b] Joanna, 41, Unemployed
father: Gerald, 43, Unemployed
siblings: none
others: Aunt Harriet on Gerald's side, but she's East Oak and couldn't be bothered to pick up a phone. Harrison entertains an alley cat every now and then, which he calls either Spock or Shithead, depending on his mood.
hometown: West Oak
family social status: Really poor. Harrison might be the only respectable money-maker from his family, bringing in more than his parents' salaries when they were employed.

brief history: Joanna and Gerald used to have jobs in an East Oak call center, but the company fired several dozen employees in order to outsource to India. Since then, the pair lived off of a meager life savings, and through most of Harrison's life, found themselves unable to provide very much for their son, let alone for themselves. Times got rough and the two split, too broke to even file for divorce. Harrison floated between the two homes until his parents ceased to care any longer, too obsessed with scratchers and whoring to fit in their only son.

Harrison used to be a bright eyed, bushy tailed little go getter once upon a time. He used to fight for the things that were morally right, even if that meant he got his ass kicked. Well, after the first two hundred ass whoopings, he finally got smart and learned that the world was not a nice place. It was kill or be killed, so to speak- Instead of going hungry for a week on end he learned to steal and pick locks, find every opportunity in passerbys as much as dumpsters. His home life deteriorated at such a rate that by the time he was 12 he was homeless and struggling in school- By the time he was a junior he quit and began selling drugs, finding that he went hungry and wanting less often thanks to the addictions of the people on the other side of the tracks.


Not like drug dealer was his first choice. He originally wanted to be a writer. Something about living in squalor and coming up with huge epic fantasies, or rich human dramas, or even just a poem was romantic to him. But he found that his manuscripts served him better as kindling for a fire when he was on the streets, and so has nothing to show for his talent.
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BORN A ROLLING STONE[/center]

[/b]: Freyalise/Freya
rp experience: Since 2006
have you read the rules? Oak Street
where did you find us? Sydnee[/ul][/size][/blockquote]