HARPER, Alexandra

[nightmare]

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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,

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always lookin' down at all i see
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ALEXANDRA FEY HARPER[/CENTER]

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PAINTED FACES FILL ,

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the spaces i can't reach
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[/B] Alexandra Fey Harper

NICKNAMES: Zandra, Zan, Harper (incognito or at work)

AGE: 23

D.O.B.: December 22

ALLEGIANCE: Neutral

PROFESSION: Owns a small, magical pet shop in Knockturn Alley

WAND TYPE: 11”, moon bleached rowan wood, sphinx talon core

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YOU KNOW THAT I ,

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could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: blue-green

HEIGHT: 5’ 11”

WEIGHT: 145 lbs

BODY TYPE: very straight and angular; few curves

VOICE: Husky and low, gets very high and shrill when she’s mad. Speaks very rough and ineloquent.

PERSONAL STYLE: Zan will wear just about anything she can get her hands on. Being an impurity, she isn’t rich. She likes wearing loose, comfortable clothing that allows her to blend in to the background, with secret little quirks here and there. For example, for work she wears a black shirt and pants, but embroidered on the shirt in dark blue thread is a mosaic of magical creatures, like dragons and manticores. Little things like that. She also loves jewelry, even though most of her stuff is fake. She loves anything shiny and pretty. The only colors she doesn’t really like are pink and orange.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION: Zan is tall and thin, easy to miss and, once noticed, easy to ignore. She’s very thin and angular, since she doesn’t eat a lot, and she has almost a boyish figure. She has tan skin that luckily doesn’t blemish a lot. She doesn’t have a lot of zits or oily skin, which is good. Her hands are small and nimble, and when she talks she sketches her point in the air with her hands.

Zan’s face is usually impassive, if not somewhat annoyed. She does smile, but only when there’s actually somebody to smile about. Her lips are full, and can go from a scowl to a grin easily. Her eyes are equally expressive, though she’s learned how to put up a wall around her eyes and mouth, so her emotions don’t show through.

Zan doesn’t go places normally. She’s either sauntering along casually, or jogging, practically lopping along to get to where she needs to go. Her moves are graceful and precise, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and where she’s going. Even when she’s confused or doesn’t know what’s going on, she can still keep up an unruffled front.

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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,

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and how you speak
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[/B] Being sarcastic, being sneaky, knowing secrets, magical creatures, keeping her secrets, running, reading, writing, drawing, music, shiny things

CHARACTER DISLIKES: Purebloods, arrogance, rude people, loud, stupid, annoying people, most people in general, dogs, fire, stories with no plot, people who are too good, people without a sense of humor

GOALS: To be able to get a real job somewhere exotic, like being a dragon tamer

BOGGART: Being found out that she’s an impurity at work, being homeless

PATRONUS: When she managed to get her job, doing something she likes. Most impurities end up homeless or with suckish jobs, but she lucked out, though there are more glamorous places to work than a tiny magical creatures shop in Knockturn Alley.

DEMENTOR: When both of her parents were killed. She was 14, and still remembers it vividly.

AMORENTIA: Chocolate, fresh air, the ocean

BASIC PERSONALITY: Sarcastic. Secretive. Hard to befriend. Loyal. Kind. Vengeful. Not vain. Intelligent.

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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,

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under cover of the streets
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[/B] Lyell Harper—Deceased

MOTHER: Embla Harper—Deceased

BROTHER(S): Brett Harper—Older—Hiding
Neil Harper—Younger—Student at Hogwarts

SISTER(S): None

OTHER: Has an old pet Kneazle named El Diablo. He’s pretty much all she has left

BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

HOMETOWN: Small town in London

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lives above her shop in Knockturn Alley

BIOGRAPHY: Zan was born to a Muggle and a pureblood wizard, a love story that always bored her because it seemed too cliché to be real. Her father, Lyell, met Embla when he was just out of Hogwarts. They fell in love, though Lyell’s parents were mad as…well, you get the idea. Embla didn’t mind that he was a wizard; in fact, she thought it was just about the coolest thing ever. They had Brett a few years after they got married, Alexandra two years after that, and Neil (surprisingly) seven years after that. All ended up magical, and none minded being half bloods. Brett was Sorted into Ravenclaw at Hogwarts. Zan hasn’t seen her brothers in a while, but she heard that Neil was sorted into Gryffindor. She herself was Sorted into Slytherin, much to the shock of many others there. Though Zan didn’t advertise that she was a halfblood, she didn’t have the superiority complex that other purebloods had. Zan didn’t make many friends in Hogwarts, but she didn’t mind. She was naturally a loner, and took the chance to work on her studies.

In her third year, all hell broke loose when Voldemort took over. Zan was one of the ones who escaped Hogwarts, along with Brett. They went home, and managed to survive, poor but unmolested, for about a year, thanks to the fact that Lyell was a pureblood. However, when Zan was 14, they got a call from a friend that their house was going to be attacked. Terrified, Lyell and Embla sent Neil to one of Lyell’s friends, so he would seem a pureblood. They tried to do the same for Brett and Zan, but they refused. Instead, they all split up, deciding it would be safer that way. Zan hasn’t heard anything from Brett since then. She snuck back to her house, where another family was living. Pretending to be selling something, she found out that her parents had been killed. From then on, Zan has hated the purebloods and their arrogance.

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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,

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you notice someone like me,
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[/B] Jazz

RP EXPERIENCE: 2 years

HOW YOU FOUND US: Advert

OTHER CHARACTERS: None

RP SAMPLE:

"Harper! There's somebody being difficult," Rena, one of her oldest employees, called. Zan sighed; almost every day, there was some pureblood idiot trying to make life difficult for them. She walked over, putting on as pleasant a face as she could manage. "Yes, what seems to be the problem?" she asked the customer, a young man who looked like he was rummaging around in the dumpster. He had a similar, disgusted look on his face, like he was smelling something bad.

"Yes, your help has been quite...unhelpful," he said in a slightly nasally voice. He had a piece of paper in his hand that, when Zan looked at it closely, had a picture of an egg on it. And not just any egg..."I'm sorry sir, we don't sell dragon eggs here," Zan said, frowning slightly.

"Well yes, that's hte problem," the man said, looking haughty. "I thought a talk with the management would help. Could I possibly give you a bit...incentive," he said. Zan looked down, and saw a few shiny gold coins in his hand. Galleons. Zan sighed; the money would be nice, and she was sure there was some way she could get a dragon egg....

"I'm sorry, we don't sell dragon eggs," she said firmly, tearing her eyes away from the money. "Their Non Tradeable Goods."

"Ah ha. I see," the man sneered. "I guess I shouldn't expect much from a place run by...impurities," he spat, glancing around at Zan's employees. Though they knew Zan really wasn't a pureblood, as far as they knew, she was pureblood. A few of them were impurities themselves, but to Zan and each other, they were pureblood. It kept them safe and kept food on the table.

Zan stared at him, her face going white with fury. The man seemed to think it was fear, and his sneer grew. "Ah, so I thought. You know I could--" before he said more, Zan slapped him. The sound of it echoed around the store, and all went quiet for a moment. The man looked at her, shocked.

"You'll pay for that," he said quietly. Without another word, he left. Zan looked around at everybody, who was staring at her. "Well, what are you looking at?" she shouted, her rough voice resounding around the small store. "You didn't see anything!" Her employees nodded, the customers bowed their heads. Events like this happened often, and Zan never got arrested. Nobody could ever seem to find anybody who would vouch against her.

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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,

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while you live it up
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