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T H E . B A S I C S
Name : Harlowe
Gender & Pronouns : Non-binary, She/They
Harlowe doesn't have a problem with being referred to a female. They have realized they can't expect the world to see them as strictly non-binary when they do enjoy their feminine side a little too much sometimes. Harlowe loves being referred to as they/them but still responds to she/they!
Sexuality : Pansexual
Birthday / Zodiac : June 16th 1998 / Gemini Sun
Model : Hoyeon Jung
P e r s o n a l i t y
The only words to properly describe Harlowe is an enigma. No matter how long you know them, you'll only know what they want you to. No amount of time can change that. They like to keep everyone at arm's length. That way no one can get in and, more importantly, no one can get out. They don't mean to pull people into their orbit. They're just so damn intoxicating that the thrill of knowing them is irresistible. Don't get them wrong. They are absolutely aware of the toxic air that surrounds them. Ask them if they (respectfully) give a fuck. The answer is no. They show the red flags. It's not their fault people still come running.
B i o g r a p h y
TW : drug use, overdose, & murder mentioned
The name's Harlowe. Just Harlowe. Not to be a mysterious fuck, but that's what growing up in foster care does to you. I've had many last names. All hopes that I'd finally be adopted into a family. As you can see by the absence of the last name, I wasn't. Growing up in the system doesn't bring fond memories. Each one a tragic woe of lost child-like innocence. So you see, my life really didn't start until I turned 18. Ah, the joys of forced adulthood by nothing but your damn birthday. Well, buckle up. This is gonna be a bumpy ride.
We first see young, freshly 18 Harlowe graduating high school. With a 4.0 nonetheless. By this time you'd think the stars in my eyes would have faded to the dust of the cosmos, but no. In my mind graduating high school still seemed like a stepping stone to doing great things. As if getting into college was that easy. I did get into college if you were wondering. Yeah, lasted half a year in that place before I fell in with the wrong crowd. Funny how most people would have said I was the wrong crowd just by the cards life had dealt me.
So, wrong crowd and all that.
If you couldn't guess by my constant state of high... I fell into the druggie crowd. Now, I'm not talking a bit of weed and acid. I had been doing those for half my childhood. No, we got into the hard stuff. Heroin, cocaine, even meth. Not my finest hour I'll tell you that. I trashed the rest of my teenage years and early twenties with drug-induced bad decisions. Dropping out, quitting my job, inherently going broke, and in turn becoming homeless. Don't you worry! I did dig myself out of that hole. Right after I almost died in an accidental drug overdose. Which I definitely don't say lightly. It was the wake-up call I needed.
I was there in the hospital full of self-hatred and stress over what my life had become. I was weak. Mentally and physically. Somehow in my barely lucid state, I made my way up to the rooftop. I didn't jump or anything, but I did meet my sire. The person who changed my life for the better. I had been close to jumping. I even edged my way to the railing. Ultimately, I wussed out. Mostly because my sire laughed.
Laughed.
I was busy working up a storm of tears and suicidal thoughts and they had the nerve to laugh at me?
That night ended with me pouring my heart out completely to a stranger who surprisingly listened well. When I got past the laughing they actually weren't a bad person.
They helped me get clean and back on my feet. They helped me find a passion in life. Which turned out to be acting. I started out slow. Community improv nights, then some local theatre shows, and then I started sending in self-tapes. The night I landed my first part in a tv show my life was changed forever. You would think it would be because I got my first acting job, but really my life (as I knew it) ended that night.
My sire was erratic, wanting to see me. I took it as they were happy I had finally landed a role. It wasn't a lead or anything, but it was something to be proud of.
The whole night they were talking nonsense. Muttering about how I was lost and needed redemption. Little did I know they had been turned just before coming to see me. It must have been the newborn brain rot they were going through. At least that's all I can think of. If you haven't guessed it, they killed me. They did bring me back, though. After going through the change I was jumpy and angry. So damn angry. They took my choice from me. So, I took theirs as well. That night two people died. One by the hand of my sire and one by my hand. Only one person walked away from that encounter.
I was due to travel to LA the next day. I acted as if nothing happened. The news said it was an animal attack. I would soon come to realize that was code for a supernatural cause. Now you know my big bad secret, what's yours?
