May 2, 2021 14:34:12 GMT -6
HARPER LINN SINCLAIR
28 year old SON OF ANARCHY JR CLUB, WELCOME TO CHARMING CALIFORNIA------------------------------------------------------------------
Name: Harper Linn Sinclair
Nickname: Harp
Gender: female
Birthdate: September 1st
Orientation: Straight though I have experimented
Occupation: Work at the anarchy bar in Reno
Grade: Graduated
Age: 28
Motorcycle Club: Reno Jr Club------------------------------------------------------------------Love it?
+My Twin brother
+my adopted family the Shanes
+Sons of Anarchy
+My Harley
+Riding either my Harley or some good looking guy
+Getting in trouble
Hate it?
-Getting caught
-Guys that beat girls (Been in that situation, my twin brother almost ended up killing him)
-Losing a bet
-Losing a fight
-Not being able to ride
-My twin brother away on club business.
Strengths and Weaknesses?
+my twin brother
+my friends
+my club
-my twin brother
-my friends
-a hot guy
Fears?!
- Only finding guys that like to beat women
- Losing my twin brother
- Going to jail
Full Personality:I can be a terror sometimes. If I get pissed which is easily done sometimes you better watch out for my sharp tongue and my fists. I can be a joker at times and other times serious. You don't mess with my friends either unless you want to hurt. I'm tough. Growing up in foster care half your life can do that to you. Don't dare me to do anything. You might not like how I do the dare! Cause I don't back down!------------------------------------------------------------------
Celebrity Play-By: Gal Gadot
Eyes: Light Brown
Skin: white
Hair: dark brown
Scars/Marking: Few tattoos and a few scars
Build: curvy------------------------------------------------------------------
Mother: Maribeth Sinclair (deceased) Mauve Ford Shane (adoptive mother)
Father: Have no idea Malek Shane (adoptive father)
Siblings: Kirby Sinclair (twin)
Other: Adoptive older siblings Micah, Madog and Marcia Brother in law: Blaze Grey Sister in law: Jennie Fox Shane A few nephews
Spouse: None
Children: None
History:From what I understand my mom died having me and my twin brother Kirby. Never knew who my father was. We were placed in care of a good family till we were about five, and they had more kids of their own so we were put back into the system. We were only split up a couple of times, but when we'd run away to find one another they gave up and would put us back together in a home.
When we were ten we were adopted by a couple in Reno Nevada. Their kids were grown and they were starting to have grandchildren, but they wanted some more children, and when they seen us about to be separated again they took us in. They were the Shane's from Reno. Their sons Micah and Madog were already sons of anarchy like their father. Their sister Marcia was a social worker and that's how her parents found out about us and took us in.
They gave us a family life we had never had before and one we loved. They were kind to us unlike others had been and patient. We got things we had never had before as well, and we felt like we belonged. We finally had a family. Though once I turned eighteen I started looking into who our parents had been with Marcia's help. It had always bugged me. I at least wanted to know their names. Ten years later I only found out my mother's name. Kirby and I had visited her grave. She'd been sixteen and an orphan herself when she had us. Her name was Maribeth Sinclair. There was still no clue to who our father was though. We'll probably never know.
Dylan started our own girls motorcycle club when I was eighteen. We'd been friends growing up since I moved here. Along with her Aunt Gracie. Those two were the same age. They never made me feel like I wasn't welcomed. I was more than accepted with them, and I loved them for it. Before we came here kids wouldn't be our friends cause they thought we were like trash not having parents of our own. The Shane family was the best thing that had ever happened to Kirby and I.
I tend to fall for the wrong guys as well. The last guy beat the shit out me, and when my brother found me he went after the bastard almost killing him. It took three of the sons to pull him off of the guy. Since then I don't stray to far. My adopted brothers Micah and Madog had goes at the guy as well. Tucker Burgess and I have been close friends for years, and have a few benefits for that relationship. We'll never be more than friends, but we can have fun together. That doesn't bother my brother thank god. Even though he knows we'll only ever be friends. He trusts Tucker not to hurt me.------------------------------------------------------------------
RP Sample:Albus had made his way to potions. A class that he really didn’t want to be in, but his parents had made him take it. Knowing his luck he would just blow the classroom up. He’d already gone through half a dozen cauldrons over the years. Just as he thought he was getting it right he’d do something stupid. Well this year was going to be different he thought, and he’d show his family that he could do something right. This year had to be different. It couldn’t be as bad as the first four years. Yet he wasn’t going to get his hopes up at all. He was going to take one day at a time.
He stayed in the shadows as he made his way into the potion’s classroom. No one talked to him and he was glad of that. Usually if someone did talk to him it was to put him down or goad him about his famous father. He let out a sigh of relief sitting toward the back and more to the shadows. Maybe the professor wouldn’t notice him over here either. He sat there looking down at the desk bored waiting for the class to start. He groaned inwardly as the boys in front of him were starting to dart glances back at him. He knew they were going to start in and they did, but he just tried to ignore them.
He didn’t even look over when the door opened and someone came in. He didn’t care who it was. He was more than startled though when the boy came over to sit by him. He knew who it was. It was Scorpius Malfoy. HIs father’s arch rival from Hogwarts. He was the seeker on their house Quidditch team. In five years he’d never even said a word to him that he could remember. He gaped a bit as Scorpius held out his hand. He swallowed hard wondering if he should shake his hand or not. Of course Scorpius had never given him a hard time like their fellow Slytherins. He was bringing up his hand to shake when he heard the boys in front of them snicker.
“You're making friends with Potter the squib? Are you crazy?” One of the boys asked, smirking at Scorpius. The professor was walking in, but they ignored him. “He can’t even ride a broom. Only reason he’s still at Hogwarts is because he's Harry Potter’s son.” The other one let out a laugh. “Ohhh is Potter going to cry?” He made a face at Albus mocking him and he and his friend were laughing some more.
Albus looked down at the table, dropping his hand as he heard the boys. He shot a glare at the boys. He definitely wasn’t going to cry. He hadn’t cried since he was eleven no matter what the other kids handed out to him. He was just trying to ignore them, but the moment had passed to shake hands with Scorpius and tell him his name------------------------------------------------------------------
Username: Harper
Cbox/What we will call you by: Angie
How long have you RP'd: Ten years plus
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How did you find us: I made the site with Cindie and Sage
Any other characters: See who plays who
