DAVENPORT, harper marshall.

[harper marshall davenport.«]

&who do you think you are;;

Name: lexis, yoo.
Age: sixteen.
RP Experience: like, three years.
Contact Information: aim, msn, pm, or e-mail.

&a rose by any other name;;

Name: harper marshall davenport.
Nickname: harpy, HD, marshall, harper.
Age: seventeen.
Gender: male.
Year: senior.
Sexual Orientation: straight.

&face off;;

Eye Color: that kind of blue that take's your breath away.
Hair Color: jet black.
Body Build: well toned, but not overly muscled.
Skin Color: pale tan.
Scars/Piercings/Tattoos: snake bite on his lower lip.
Dress Type: anything that fits.
Overall: To explain the way harper davenport looks can not do him good enough, but it will have to be good enough. The long locks of jet black hair reach to his chin before they slide farther down in a diagonal cut. His hair only reached the end of his neck, where the longest of the dark locks are. His hair never looks dull and it always has a somber glow to it that shimmers in the sunlight. Every now and then it is accompanied by blond highlights, but that is only when Harper gets bored with the way his looks seem plain, which they never do. Moving onto his skin tone. Harper's skin looks rather extremely pale, but it fits him just like it would fit for a person that lives in Arizona to be tan. It looks as if it was carved from marble and it has a light sheen to it when he is in the sunlight. Next, are those amazing eyes. Harper's eyes are the color tone of a very bright yet dark ocean blue. No, they are not contacts, they are his natural eye color.Next would have to come his nose. Harper don't mind his nose. It is just another seemingly perfect part of his frame. His lips are a pale pink and can normally be found in a crooked smile or a smirk. Harper has a rather medium sized neck that crafts evenly into a broad pair of straight shoulders. Muscles line every inch of his beautiful frame and you would think it is from all the basketball he plays, and that is the lie he uses. He has long arms that are the same fair color of his skin. Thick muscle lines his arms, but nothing out of the ordinary. Harper has large hands with long, pale fingers. His finger nails are always cut short and never chewed.

Next we go to his torso. Harper has a pale complexer upon his firm chest. His shoulder's mold into the muscle of his chest, making them sit straight in place. His stomach is molded into a hard set of muscles that seem to come from every angle. Harper is rather thin, he doesn't gain an ounce from the harsh diet he is on. He has lean hips that lightly sway when he walks. His fingers rest at his waist when his arms are fully extended. Leading from his hips are his lean, well toned legs. His legs are skinny but seem to making his frame a stable portrait of a male model. When Harper walks, he has the graze that would break any dancer's heart. He carries himself with such grace it is a wonder how some one could move to swiftly with such ease. Leading from his legs are his perfect calves. Leading down to his round ankles and the thing he dislikes most about human bodies; feet. If there was one thing he wished he could change about him it would be his feet. He wishes people could just walk on their ankles rather than to have to walk on those things.

Harper tents to dress odd and even. Most of the time he will dress along with the rest of the student body, wearing the name brand clothes but even once in a while he will be himself and where something vintage. When he does just go with the flow, the color he wears most is blue, simply because it is his favorite color. Blue jeans is practically the only thing he will where for pants. And in the colder season's, a pale leather jacket can normally be found some where around him. When he is vintage, Harper will wear sweaters that emphasize his tone frame, oughten clinging to his body with easy effort. Only two pair of shoes can be found on his feet when he is following the trend. His custom made DC skating shoes. One pair saying his name in a battered lettering of blue and white and the other pair a dark black with the words giving into the temptation, his little inside joke. While being vintage, a simple black or brown pair of dress shoes will do. As for jewelry, the only thing Harper would consider would be the snake bit piercing he has upon his lower lip. The jewelry ranges from two pairs of black and white studs to two silver or chrome blue rings.
Celebrity: alexandre evans.
Picture:

&reminded of the stars;;

Likes:

• trouble.
  
• sunlight.
  
• his father and sister.
  
• music.
  
• the colors blue and black.
  
• girls.
  
• the famous one night stands dating.
  
• fast speeds.
  
• the beach.
  
• warm weather.
  
• his friends.
  
• kissing.
  
• sex.
  
• drinking.
  
• experimenting things.
  
• singing.
  
• being protective.
  
• hiding his emotion.
  
• acting.
  
• being sarcastic.
  
• joking around.
  
• late nights.
  
• running.
  
• basketball.
  

Dislikes:

• feeling alone.
  
• his step father and mother.
  
• being told what to do.
  
• sitting in one place for to long.
  
• yelling.
  
• commitment.
  
• hiding secrets.
  
• people telling him he is wrong.
  
• fighting.
  
• school.
  
• slow paces.
  
• dealing with overly sappy people.
  
• lying.
  
• large crowds of people.
  
• feet.
  
• bad smells.
  
• burnt food.
  
• people who think they are god.

Hobbies:

• writting music.
  
• dating.
  
• playing music.
  
• skate-boarding.
  
• basketball.
  

Strengths:

• his looks.
  
• his ability to act.
  
• his come backs.
  
• his personality.
  
• how athletic he is.
  

Weaknesses:

• he zones outs.
  
• he can't comit to anything.
  
• when things get to complicated, he gives up.
  
• he loses his temper easily.
  
• harper over thinks everything.

Overall Personality: [the goofball] One you get to know Harper he is going to be your worst night mare. You will wish you never had become friends with him with the way he jokes around. You can be curtain that you will be joked with when ever you are around him. It just comes with him, they way he reacts to hearing laughter. He loves the sound, and he just always needs more. Harper is the class clown when he has the rest of his group with him, even though he is very intelligent, he can goof off even while answering to a teacher. He hardly every gets into trouble with the affect he has on people. But when he does, he always gets to leave detention early. When you really get to know Harper, he will at least try to include you in on one of his jokes, and when he does, you can bet that it will be one of the most fun things you will ever do. Acting is something that Harper is a professional of, so making something seem extremely serious or depression is like breathing to him. It is like he was born to make other around him laugh.

[the romance] Harper is one of a kind when it comes to romance. He doesn't just have looks, but the way he handles things when it comes to seduction, it should be put down in a record book. He can clean up rather nice and it helps when your father is a professional singer who makes about a million dollars in a month. Harper is never under parental watch, which is another reason for his great seduction. He can use his father's home any time he wants, not having to worry about any interruptions. When Harper sets his eye on a girl, he won’t give up. It doesn't matter if she is taken or single, he will do anything in his power to get with her. He is known to end the relationship rather quickly, considering that he gets bored easily. 'One night stand' is a familiar word girl use when talking about Mr. Davenport. commitment is something Harper really needs to work on, but for now the high life is working perfectly for him.

[the trouble-maker] Ah, the side of Harper that everybody just loves to see. Harper is known for his trouble, and most of the time the teachers just try to isolate him in the back of the class room to ignore his little actions. Outside of school, this side of him doesn't even come close to an end. Back when Harper was about three years younger and didn't own a car, Grand Theft Auto was something that would register in his mind almost every night. You can count on being dragged into some sort of trouble when being with him, but there is no need to fear. The trouble making has been going on for so long that Harper is about an expert on not getting caught. He can pick-pocket just about anyone without them even feeling a thing. But for more minor things, trouble could be inserted into his name. It is some kind of thing that is drawn to Harper. Even when he doesn't want it, it is bound to happen. A night in jail could be considered just a past time for this boy.

[the protector] You can bet on one thing if you are a close friend, family, and love life, well really anything close to him that you will be well protected. Harper is very protective over people that are close to him. He doesn't like to loose things that are important to him, and most of the time, if it is a relationship in particular, and competition is present, you can bet that he will not be fight fair. Harper will do anything it takes to destroy the competition. For family wise, he could care less about his parents, considering how far gone their relationship is, but for his little sister, you better not try anything with her, because big brother will be hunting you down. Jessica is like Harper's second half. He had no clue what he would do with out and she feels the same way. One thing that is nice about the protective side of Harper is that fact that you can ask him for anything when it has to deal with protection and he is willing to give it to you, no matter the cost. All though this side of him can become annoying; it is still a nice little factor to the im-famous Harper Davenport.

[the pretender] One thing that has been mastered by this teenager is the act of pretending. Acting is one thing Harper likes to do, even when the part isn't even close to his description. He can bring out parts of character's you thought you would never see. It isn't a talent of Harper’s; it is just a mere action that he is used to doing. Lying could weave into the genre of pretending but after a while, people started telling him that it would be good for him to join Drama. So he did and acting ran along the lines of Drama. Harper can fool just about anyone. The only people that could know when something isn't right are those who are very close to him, or have known him his whole life. Harper uses his acting skills quite frequently in his daily life style. When ever he wants to cover up an emotion he will put on a fake smile or frown and make you believe his every word or action.

&remind me who i am again;;

History: Cameron was a woman of pure beauty. Ryan was a man of great talent in the music department. The duos were high school sweet heart and once fresh out of high school got married. The marriage was perfect at first. Fights were something that never happened in the small apartment they owned. After three months of being wedded, they gave great news that the first child was on the way. The couple was as happy as could be. Ryan was making enough money to support his growing family, for his songs were selling into large companies, but this lead to the wanna-be rockstar leaving home almost every other day and being gone for weeks on end. Ryan missed the birth of his first child, Harper Marshall Davenport. The baby boy was healthy as could be and had a strong set of lungs, screaming when ever he didn't get exactly what he wanted. For the first few months, Cameron was fine with her husband being away, but then the rumors of an affair on the road started and hell broke loose. She left Ryan's apartment nearly empty, taking Harper with her. The woman ran off to a motel six, hiding out there until the man of her so called dreams returned home to find himself family-less. Ryan searched for hours, and when he finally found the duo in the motel, he apologized and promised to be home more often.

The family was back into play as Cameron accepted his begging for her to come back. Harper was growing into a fine young boy, well at least which is what his parents were told. Harper Davenport was any first grade teacher's worst night mare. He would cause the biggest trouble in the shortest amount of time. It averaged around fighting and public display of affection but that wasn't all of it. When the teachers started to ask if there were family problem's Cameron yanked Harper out of pubic schooling and entered him into a private academy just south of the family's large home in the hills. Oh yes, the eight year old had it all. Any thing he asked for he got with out a second thought. His parents were happy, at least with them sleeping with other people they were. For the sake of Harper, they remained together, not wanting to put him through depression at such a young age, but Harper already knew what was going on with his family's little secrets. The boy was in fourth grade by then and he was a lot smarter than anyone gave him credit for. After a month of remaining in the desert hills of Arizona, his family finally got the guts to move to Los Vegas to make it big for Ryan's music career.

By the time Harper started middle school, his family was falling farther apart. His mother was never home, even though she was pregnant with Ryan's second child, it wasn't a factor for her to remain the pretty little happy house wife. She was always secretly at the club or with her 'man friends'. Harper was taking after his father, showing musical talent and at such a young age. But another talent was being suppressed. Acting was something Harper was extremely good at. How do you think he got people to believe that he was fifth-teen when he really was only twelve. Harper looked much older than he really was. It was something that always played into his benefit and he was learning many tricks from his conniving parents. Lying was simple, it was like a second nature to Harper. Life was getting so interesting for him, and by the time the boy was in eighth grade, his virginity was long gone. Summer break was never a chore for the boy parents, considering he was hardly ever home. Friends were always welcome to take the boy in, after he gave them his act of his family falling apart. Sure they didn't like the trouble that he would cause, but then he would make them think about his poor family and they would forget all about the trouble he made.

Once high school began, so did the biggest of troubles. Harper got caught stealing a car when he was fifteen and was charged with Grand Theft Auto. His family denied the charges and snaked his way out of them, but that was when Harper's mother left. She was about to take Harper and Jessica with her on her little runaway love fling with her new and improved husband, Robert. Harper blankly refused to go, begging to live with his father. His sister did the same and the duo got their wish. While their mother flew off the meet Robert in Mexico, they were safe at home with their father. Harper had been transferred here, back into another academy. His sports helped to get him here, and it is something he plans to follow through with, well that or acting or becoming musical like his father.
Family:

• Ryan Davenport - father - thirty-two- singer.
  
• Cameron Fuller - mother - thirty-one- at home mother - pregnant.
  
• Jessica Davenport - little sister - twelve- seventh-grader.
  
• Robert Fuller - step father - thirty-six- clothing designer.
  

Pets:

• sammy-golden retriver/german sheperd mix-dog-male.
  
• nitro-orange alley cat-cat-male.

Any Medical Conditions: noda.
Anything Else: question. For personality, i wasn't sure if it was 2 minimum or 2 maximum as a mistake. i can fix it if needed. [:
Password: admin edit.

[harper marshall davenport.«]

RP Sample:

The tense muscles of the vampire were eased as his bright sapphire eyes studied the girls face. There was a small gust of weak wind, but the scent of her blood was being shoved toward Harper with the force of a semi-truck. His body went rigid under the dark jacket swallowing his lean frame. Harper's jaw tightened with the eager temptation, hatting the feeling that coursed over him, physical pain even, from the great temptation. Harper had never felt the kind of urge he did then. And it surely didn't help that Chrisy was looking up, exposing her throat so well to Harper. His icy eyes glared at the tender arch of her neck. He could see the pulse of her blood as it coursed though her veins. The poor girl had no idea how close to death she was at that moment. Harper was forced to bring his thoughts back to being coherent as the girl slowly dragged her eyes back to his face. By the time Chrisy's eyes were on Harper's face, his expression was replaced with the same it had been before she had looked up. The vampire's breathing was slightly uneven from the raging temptation he was still trying to get over. A swallow was forced, calming his breathing at last. A grin came to bare over his marble lips as he watched her eyes search his face, moving from the dark locks, that were beginning to cling to his forehead from the rain, to the irresistible gaze of his crystal eyes.

The grin was broke at her works, parting his lips to let a soft velvet laugh leave his mouth. Harper shook his head, raising an eyebrow at the girl as her words finished. The cool expression over his face slowly faded as his voice moved with a lethal tone. "Ah, but I have just one inquiry. Would you answer be changed if you came to the knowledge that I could be dangerous?" The expression over his face was serious but the sarcasm was poorly hidden. Harper was being serious all the way, but he was being careful not to scare the girl off. Harper couldn't help but grin as her eyes locked onto her face. He was slightly taken back by the sound of her pulse racing. He leaned back, realizing he was leaning inward toward the girl. Harper's jaw tightened for a short moment, hissing silently to himself as the smell of her blood shot back toward him now that he was down-wind. The expression over the girl's face made the vampire amused. Harper's face faintly faltered as he used as much concentration as he could muster to find her thoughts. Even with the strength he was using, her thoughts were still static. From what Harper could get, he could tell the girl was thinking about him and at that fact, a smile was eased toward his marble lips.

Harper was brought out of his trance as her voice echoed in another part of his mind, and he slowly dragged his mind reading to a close. A silent gust of breath left the vampire, feeling light headed after the burst of energy entered him again. His cold eyes searched her face, smiling as her words finally sunk in. Harper was being mean. He released the full power of his crystal eyes, allowing them to smolder into a breath taking haze of icy ocean colors. He didn't really understand why people thought of the vampire coven as beautiful. They all seemed the same to him, but then again, he was looking through eyes that had been used for almost seventy years. Harper sighed lightly, pushing his thoughts away quickly to take in the image of her face again. Harper hated the fact that he couldn't hear her thoughts with the effortless powers that he used on everyone else. It aggravated the vampire so much to the point where it almost drove him insane, but he knew that normal people when everyday without hearing the extra information of another's thoughts. Harper was forced to focus on the human girl as she began to move, crossing her legs. The vampire tensed into a rigid pose, glaring down to her feet as they came dangerously close to his icy hand. It was something Harper hated about being immortal. The cold, pale, rock hard state your body took on could make anyone freeze with terror. Harper knew this all to well. The last time he had tried to socialize with human life, it came to a crashing halt the moment a girl touched him. With this thoughts in play, his long fingers curled into a fist and he leaned farther back, dragging his hand back with him. The danger he was putting Chrisy in was hardly fair, and if he wanted to be smart, he would avoid her, tell his family it was time to leave to a new life, again. But something was different about her. He had never encountered anything even close to the temptation he felt with Chrisy. A smile came to ease his marble lips as his smoldering gaze returned to the beautiful girl, going over the shadows and curves of her face once again.

Chrisy's voice shocked Harper when it was moved into the air. Not because it was sudden, but because the tingle he felt roll over his tense spine at the melodic rhythm of her voice. It made the corners of his pale lips to twist upward as the thoughts grew deeper. Harper didn't answer at first. His brightened eyes searched her face for a long moment before his velvet voice strangled the atoms, making the sound dominate. "I already know where I'm taking you. But that is the lovely thing about surprises. You have to wait to find out." The dramatic canvas of his face began to glow with an eager grin as his smoldering eyes locked with her own, searching for answers to questions he didn't know himself. Harper flinched lightly as her fingers laced together, making the temptation sail once again. Harper forced a swallow, knowing if he had a heart beat that it would be racing with a dangerous beat. His cold eyes never left her face and his expression didn't falter at the slightest. Harper allowed the heart stopping crooked grin claim his lips as he watched her eyes lock with his. The girl seemed to be addicted to the sapphire hue, but Harper was okay with that, considering he was trying to form a relationship with the human. The wind ruffled once again, but the dampness of her hair made her scent distorted, for now anyway.

Harper forced a swallow, hating the feeling of his control being jeopardized as the girl leaned close toward him. He didn't make an effort to move back, even though he should. He was fighting the temptation, knowing that the more he got used to it, it would be easier to be around the girl, and least that is what he hoped for. Her voice was only an echo in his mind but even with his focus on fighting the temptation, he was still able to control his expression and velvet voice. "Mmm. Once again I should say that you shouldn't be all to glad. You could very well be agreeing to going to dinner and a movie with a monster." A smile twisted onto his lips, making the fake sarcastic expression ease to his canvas. The words that had spilled from his throat were all true, but he couldn't let Chrisy know that. Harper now returned his full focus on the girl's reaction, cocking his head to the right ever so slightly. The jet black locks slide along his pale forehead, clinging to the skin with damp strands. Harper let his false nervousness expire as the girl seemed totally un-fazed from his unexplainable action. Harper held his breath for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts, but they just wouldn't go away. Everything about Chrisy was intriguing to the vampire. He longed to touch her perfect face, to feel the warmth and to feel her pulse under his icy touch. To be able to comfort her without have to always monitor his actions. And just to taste her blo...--No. I will not let my silly thoughts get the best of me. I will not! He screamed at himself. His expression remained the same curious cult as it had been before, but he couldn't help to feel slightly depressed as he confirmed that his thoughts could never really occur.

Harper was side tracked from his depressive state at the sound of her melodic lyrics. His smoldering crystal eyes found her face, taking a moment before he let her words be the center of his focus. A smile touched his lips and his eyes narrowed slightly, making the sarcasm grow. "Ah, and I'm sure that they wouldn't like a soaking wet boy to enter either. Seems like we both need to go home." His eyes danced with amusement as he realized it would take him about ten seconds to get ready, when it would take Chrisy about and hour and a half. Human paces. Always so slow. Harper thought to himself, grinning at his little inside joke. Harper's gaze centered in as her hand found the phone in her pocket. His cold eyes flickered to his own jacket pocket as her words continued. His phone flickered to life with the bright blue back screen as he pressed the same button about three times before his thumbs moved quickly, yet still at human pace, to type in her name. The phone when bleep approving the name as it searched for the phone number. Seconds later, the number appeared and Harper repeated it, not needing her to validate it. "863-6359." He smiled as he saved the number, returning his cold eyes to her face. Harper stood with grace, inclining his head to get a better view of her face in the rain. That crooked smile was in place over his lips and he allowed the expression of his canvas to sink in before the foreign language clashed with the faint British accent. "Addio Chrisy." He took one last long moment to take in the full look of her beautiful face before he bent down, closing the gap between them. Harper was doing it again, being mean. His face was inches away from hers, and he hesitated for a moment, taking a quick second to glance at her lips before his cold fingers grabbed the duo pieces of broken board from her side. His voice was soft, addicting. "This will be fixed for you when I pick you up." Harper waited for a moment, locking his smoldering eyes with hers before he pulled away. That crooked smile was there again before he turned on his heels, taking stride with grace. "Six thirty," he called over his shoulder, smiling to himself as he continued to walk.

Harper waited until he was out of sight from all human eyes. Once there, he took off in a sprint, blinding past the wooden trail leading to the back path of the dorms. Within moments, Harper was slowing to a walk, entering the campus. He was totally unaffected after the near two mile run. His lean legs continued to carry him forward, climbing the steps to his lone dorm. His pale fingers twisted around the knob, entering the dark room with a sigh. Harper kicked the door closed behind him, glancing around the room with narrowed eyes. The broken board was hitched near his left him, being held safely with his left arm folded around the two pieces. Harper smiled to himself, knowing it wouldn't take him long to fix the broken board. He walked at human speed toward the counter, instantly grabbing a large tool that was fixed into a rather large tool box tucked away in the below cabinet. He worked faster now, bending and shaping the broken pieces back together. About five minutes later, he stepped away from the counter, looking down to the whole piece. He clapped his hands once, grinning to himself before he spoke in a velvet tone. "Ta da!" The vampire shook his head, laughing quietly as he turned and walked toward his bedroom. The dark room was far from bare. Many CD racks took up the large room's walls, holding part of the vampire's music collection. He smiled as he crossed the room, flicking the button on the radio system on. Newer music began to blare from the speakers, filling the room with it's simple melody. Harper hummed along with the tune, instantly being able to identify the song as savin' me by nickleback The pale boy stopped in the doorway of his bathroom, contemplating for a moment. He might as well move at human speed if he wanted to pass and hour and a half. A sigh pushed from his lips, hatting that it would take so long.

After taking a shower, Harper stepped from the rolling steam, grabbing a navy towel and wrapping it around his waist. His crystal eyes were bright from the warm droplets easing his muscles, but he was still annoyed with the fact that it was going to take so long to get to be with Chrisy again. And then it happened. The same chilling tingle picked at his spine, making Harper stagger to a halt and jerk into a straight pose. He raised an eyebrow for a moment, taking his time to calm his uneven breathing of the useless oxygen. Once he had himself under control, he continued his way to his closet. The long, pale fingers flicked many shirts down the rack, almost growing annoyed with himself. Harper never had to care what he looked like. It was just plain simple on most occasions. He grinned to himself, knowing this was slightly different. His hands grasped a pale teal shirt, pulling it from the rack. The word Hollister was pressed into the top of the shirt with battered lettering. Harper smiled to himself, putting the smooth fabric on the bed. Next, he walked to his dresser, just randomly picking a pair of dark, stone washed jeans. He tossed the tough fabric over his shoulder, knowing it would land directly next to the teal shirt. Harper bustled around the room, grabbing the rest of his needed things before he finally came to a stop at the side of the bed where the clothes had been placed. He quickly toweled the remaining dampness from his muscled frame before he began to dress himself. When it came to buckling the belt of his blue jeans, his nose wrinkled with protest. Even with the belt being tightened to the last notch, the jeans still hung off his hips. Harper forced his crystal eyes to roll, almost instantly forgetting his clothing problems. The icy gaze flickered to the red numbers of the clock, grinning to himself. Fifteen more minutes. The vampire strided toward the bathroom glad to see that the mirror was now fog free.

It only took minute's for Harper to comb through the jet locks. They were almost dry and with one violent shake of his handsome head, the beads of remaining water were sent flying. Harper smiled to himself as he gazed at his own reflection. A scowl quickly crossed his expression, thinking to all the myths about his kind. Don't have reflections. Can't go out in sunlight. Sleep In coffins. Can faze into a bat. Ha! Where do humans come up with these thing? Harper thought as he glared at the image being reflected back to him. A sigh eased from his lips, turning on his heels to stride back out into the bedroom. A smile almost instantly gathered onto his lips as he found the time. Harper cleared his throat, making his way to the door with his kind of speed now. His feet slipped into a pair of his custom designed shoes before he twisted the brass handle, swinging the door back. Harper glanced down the hall, searched through the thoughts until he could find the faint echo of Chrisy mind. Harper sighed once he found the near silence, wrinkling his nose smugly. The door clicked behind him, telling him that it had closed. Harper's teal shirt was being hidden by a tight fitting leather jacket that showed every curve of his slender frame. It only took the vampire seconds to reach the door of the girls dorm. Harper took a step toward the wooden frame, taking a large breath of the useless oxygen. The crystal glare of his eyes was hidden suddenly under his eye lids, calming his wild thoughts. Harper's pale hand raised, rasping on the door with three quick taps. He then leaned along the frame, his crystal eyes centered toward the floor, waiting for a reply.

[sam alexander dawson]

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