Gordon, Harley -When females are being accepted-

[Harley Gordon]

You You You

Name/Alias/Nickname:
Jessie/ Jess
Age:
Fourteen
Gender:
Female
Location:
North Van

The Character

Full Name:
Harley Marie Gordon
Age:
Nineteen
D.O.B:
November 22, 1989
P.O.B:
Sydney, Australia
Gender:
Female
Member Group?:
Student
Major:
Music
Subject Teaching:
N/A

Appearance
Harley's hair is long and fiery auburn, all natural, it is thick and wavy, inhareting it from her father. Her eyes are a beautiful emerald green and almond shaped, making them show all of the emotion that she holds inside. Her nose she inherited by her father, perfectly shaped and not too long, not to mention there is a stud in it, and her lips are all thanks to her mother; most people refer them to 'betty boop lips', which also have a stud above them. Her face is the same as her father's. Her ears are on the small side and are covred by two holes on her lobe and a stud on the top of her ear.

Harley's torso is long and curvy, her chest is big-breasted, a D cup to exact, and she is not afraid to show it off. Her shoulders are broad and her arms are slender. On her shoulder, is a tattoo; a broken heart with horns, a halo, black angel wings and a devil tail with her name on the tail. On her back, is a pair of angel wings, picturing herself as some boys guardian angel and on her knucles are the words love and hate. Yes, Harley is not afriad to be a bad ass when she wants to, thanks to her mother, for being so proper and perfect. On her belly button is a belly button ring that she changed frequently.

The seventeen year olds hips are curvy and are a great way to balance off her big chest, another tattoo is placed on the front of her pelvice area; two black skulls, one bigger than the other. Harley's legs are long and thick. Harley can be seen wearing quite a bit of jewelry, rings on her fingers, braclettes on her wrists and chokers and necklaces for her neck. However, she doesn't usually do that, only if she gets really bored.

Harley is very tall for her age, 5'11" to be exact and she absolutley loves sports. She is a little bit on the big side, weighing in at about 130 pounds. However, she doesn't looks so big because of her gianormous height and the way that it spreads out throughout her body. Harley usually wears a pair of jeans and a band t-shirt or a tank to pof some sort with a hoodie over top of it. This is on the days were you don't have to wear a uniform. Her shoes are usually converse or flats, depending on what type of jeans she is wearing, and her hair is usually down and wavy.

What Don't They Like About Themselves:
Harley is very self concious about verious parts of her body; let's start from the top. Harley absolutley hates her nose, she wished that it was smaller and wasn't as 'bulb-like' as she would say. Lucky her, she inhareted it from her mother. She also hates her neck, it's too broad and too short for her liking, so she tries to hide it with plenty of necklaces. Harley hates her body, she wishes that she could be like other girl's in the school, flat stomached and a bit more flat chested. Harley is curvy and has a bit of a big chest, this irritates her. The nineteen year old also dislikes her legs, seeing as they are a bit short and kind of muscular.
Celebrity:
N/A
Personality:
If you take a first look at this young lady, you would guess that he was a bad ass girl with a huge personality, and you would be mostly correct. Ever since she had moved to Canada, she had been nicer to people and has been talking a bit more. However, on the other side is a quite girl that hardley has anything to say, if you take a first look at her. Once you get to know Harley, she is laid back and loves to talk about anyting that has to do with anything, although music is her favourite topic. She is also as loyal as a dog, staying by her boy and doing anything to make him and her friends happy.

Another thing about Harley, is that she is very blunt and straight forward, if you are pissing her off, she'll tell you to fuck off and not feel sorry about it. She is not shy and loves to attract an audience, whether it's public speaking or singing in front of million on live television. She has no problem with telling you how she's feeling and is very open with people, telling them anything to make them feel better.

If you get on her nerves, however, she is not as talkative and not as laid back, she won't talk to you at all and she'll get all tense around you. She'll tell you to piss off if you do piss her off, she is not afraid of hurting your feelings if you are getting on her nerves, unless you are one of her friends. She has no sympathy for people who treat other people badly just because of their looks or what they do for hobbies. She will take you down and give you a lesson or two about respect, hoping that it will get through you thick head.
Hobbies/Interests:
[x]SINGING
[x]GUITAR
[x]PIANO
[x]Writing
[x]Horseback Riding
[x]Partying
[x]Drinking
[x]Basketball
[x]Volleyball
[x]Listening to Music

Likes:
[x]SINGING
[x]GUITAR
[x]PIANO
[x]Chocolate
[x]Animals
[x]MUSIC
[x]Drugs

Dislikes:
[x]Drugs
[x]Spiders
[x]Snobs
[x]Fakes
[x]Black Liquorice
[x]Preps

Flaws:
[x]Drug addict
[x]Has bad mood swings
[x]Very hot temper
[x]Attatchment Issuse

History:
Harley was born on a rainy day on the day of November 22, 1989 and she immediatly became a hurricane of chaos. She lived in the city of Sydney for fifteen years until her parents inhareted a fortune from a dead great aunt; they moved to America for Harley to attend a better school. After graduation, Harley applied for Rutherford and was gladly accepted for her large amounts of money and her talents. However, she is still a hurricane of chaos just waiting to happen.

The Early Years; From the moment that Harley was born, she was a drug addict, her mother did cocain while she was pregnant with Harley and she was born a drug addicted baby. She was also very under weight, three pounds, six ounces, her parents didn't think she was going to last very long, but Harley proved them wrong and got better, quickley.
When Harley turned six, she attened her first school in Sydney, it was the worst day of her life. She tore down all of the toys, scribbled all over the walls and caused mahem everywhere she went. Her parents now knew they had trouble on their hands.
When Harley turned eight, her grandfather bought her her first guitar and everyday she self-taught herself with a 'self-help' book and her guitar. She still isn't perfect at the guitar but when it came time for piano lessons, she perfected it withing a matter of years.

The Pre-Teen Years; By the time Ms. Harley Gordon turned thirteen, she was experimenting with drugs and got hooked on one in particular; Heroin. Her parent's marriage wasn't going so well and she would have to sit in her room and listen to her parents fight about the stupidest things. It also didn't help that Harley's mother was a crack whore and her father was an abusive drunk. Harley was becoming more and more defient, she would get into fights all of the time and usually come home wit ha black eye. She would peirce things even when he parents didn't want her to get peirced; like her lip and nose.

The Teen Years; When Harley was sixteen, she had gotten her first tattoo, the pair of angel wings on her shoulder blades, and boy were her parents angry. They were so upset with her that the ysent her to a boarding school in Washington to keep her away from them and not have to deal with her anymore. Also, when summer roled around, she would live with relatives that she would listen to. However, every year, her drug addiction got worse and worse, but not enough to ever overdose. She would have lots of drunken nights and sometimes ended up with tattoo's. When she was seventeen, she got her eyebrow peirced and then her belly button; her parents didn't give a shit.
After graduation, Harley applied to Rutherford and she got accepted, she was so excited because she got to get away from her parents and live out on her own.

The Young Adult Years; Harley is still looking for love, is still addicted to herion, although only doing it when she is extremely stressed, and is doing very well with her music career.

RP Example:

The sun started to rise slowly as a slender arm snuck out of the black covers to attempt to turn off the infernal beeping that the stupid red peice of plastic was making. Curses could be heard as the hand missed the button multiple times before finally hitting it and stopping the noise that the seveneteen year old girl hated ever so much. This beeping signified something that the girl did not want to do, wake up, and for what? School, of course. The teenager sat up, her deep blue eyes still half shut as she turned to the certains, being blinded by the sun light that was peeking through them. A groan escaped her lips as she looked away and crawled out of bed, her long legs hitting the ground before she stood up to her full height, 5'11". She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she walked towards her bathroom, feeling the cold morning air on her skin, seeing as the shorts and tank top wasn't quite enough for her. Her hips swayed as she stumbled and tripped towards her bathroom so that she could start the day, even though she really did not feel like doing so.

Turning the knob to open the bathroom door, the teenager yawned and waited for her body to subcontiously open the door. Stepping inside, she could feel the cold marble on her size nine feet, this woke the girl up a slight bit. Miss Gordon turned to the shower and pulled back the certain, looking at the knob and turning to the 'h' that was labeled for 'hot'. She kicked the door closed before undressing and letting her clothes hit the floor before stepping into the shower and waking up completely as the hot water hit her naked body. Harley Gordon always figured the best way to wake up was from a good shower; it was a good place to think as well. She ran her hands through her hair before she grabbed the shampoo, squirted some onto her hands and lathered it into her hair, making it clean. Next, the conditioner, she put a little bit into her hand before sliding her hands through her hair, spreading the conditoner evenly throughout her hair. A smile appeared on Harley's lips as she felt the dirt wash away and go down the drain, never to be seen again.

Once she finished cleaning herself, she turned around and turned off the shower, feeling the cold, once again, reach her skin and send shivers up and down her spine. She pulled the curtain back and quickley and frantically grabebd the towel before wrapping it around her slender, curvy body. Harley stepped out of the shower and wiped the fog away from the mirror that the steam form the shower had created. The seventeen year old girl looked into the mirror and saw her fair, freckle covered face looking back at her; her long, feiry auburn hair falling far over shoulders and dripping water onto the mat that she was standing on. Her heart shaped face was wet and was completely clean of acne and other imperfections, other than a few freckles. A hand reached up and ran through her wet hair, making sure it didn't get into her eyes before she would start to 'put on her face' as some people would say.

Harley opened the first drawer to her bathroom counter and pulled out her eyeliner, eyeshadow and lip gloss, seeing as she doesn't need mascara. The senior looked into the mirror as she opened the lid to her eyeliner and started to apply it to right onto the eyelash line. Next was the eyeshadow, she took her brush and swept it through some grey eyeshadow before applying a smokey eyes around her deep blue eyes. She smield at herself in the mirror, contemplating whether or not she should put on lip gloss; she shrugged and pulled out her lip gloss, gliding it onto her lips and rubbing them together to make it even out. She studied her hair in the mirror and started to wonder what way she was going to put it today, maybe it would help if she dried it first. so, she puleld out her blowdryer, plugging it in and turning it on high, blowing it onto her head and slowly watching her hair turn back to it orginal colour and dry out. Once she finished drying her hair, she looked at it in the mirror and how wavy it was, she ran her hand through it and smiled, liking the way it was.

Once she was finished with everything in the bathroom, she walked back out into the bedroom and opened the curtains, letting the sun brighten up the room. If you saw her room, it was complete disaster, clothes were flung all over the room, wrappers and old cups sprawled around as well. However, there were a few things that harley kept hidden away in a save place where no one could find them; needles, loads of needles full with herion, the drug that makes her run away from reality. Not to say she's proud of the choices that she has made, but she had never really found a reason to stop, she is really careful of what needles she uses and how much she takes. Still, however, her friends tell her to stop and to take up a different hobbie, to which she replies "It isn't a hobbie, it's something I do when there is nothing better to do.", stupid, right? However, Harley has a safer, stronger, addiction, music; she has an acoustic in the corner of her room, if you dig through the piles of shit that she has around her room.

The young musician walked over to her dresser drawers and rummaged through them until she found a pair of clean skinny jeans, a black tank top and a lime green, hooded, 3/4 sleeved shirt to go over it. She slowly put each item of clothing on, looking into the mirror once she had finished and smiled at herself, she knew that she looked good and she knew that she could get any rocker guy she wnated. however, she wasn't boy crazy, she was too into her music to care, but if one she had some interest in came up to her and asked her out, she would happily say yes. Hard as it may seem to believe, this girl believed in ture love and that there was one person in this world who you were meant to be with, she just hasn't found him yet. She ran a hand through her wavy hair, making it slowly fall back onto her shoulders, she had an appointment with her choir teacher for a scholarship audition, knowing that she really wanted to go to a good collage.

Walking towards her bed, she sat down and scanned her room for her bag, knowing it would be a while until she found it. Once she spotted it, she smiled, got off her bed and walkd over to it, picking it up and slipping it onto one shoulder. However, she had to put it down soon after for her to put on her black and red converse, which took a while to put on. Soon after putting them on, she slid the bag back on and walked out of the dorm and towards her first class, choir.

As she walked down the halls of Saint Lawrence, she couldn't help but look around at all of the different people and the way that they looked at her, whether it be friendly, disgust, hatred or confusment. She stood tall, none-the-less and kept her smile on her face, not really caring baout what people thought of her, she was just different that way. harley knew that people found her disgusting because of her drug abuse, but she only did it when she was having a really bad day or she was with her friends. Although, she knew that she should really stop and that she should check herself into a rehab, she was just too scared to admit that she was an addict. And for this, she was greatly shamed of herself, not being able to admit to herself, let alone others, that she was addicted to heroin.

Once she reached the choir room, she puleld the door open and looked inside, seeing no one inside, she stepped inside and set her bag by the door. She walked over to the piano and sat down, smiling as she placed her two hands on the keys and started to play a song taht she had been working on for quite a while now.