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excuse harper if he comes off at first as condescending. born with a silver spoon stuck between her teeth, the words she says till this date come off as patronizing, snobbish and sometimes sheltered. you can be assured it's mostly unintentional, and she'll show real concern if your feelings are hurt by this-- however that concern only gives the opposite effect to its intention, so sometimes she thinks it's better off she didn't speak.
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even then, harper is attracted towards other people. with a gregarious soul and an addictive personality, she can charm a room in seconds if given enough time. her inner idealist will always see the good in people, and her ability to vocalize her thoughts and shout words of encouragement are her weightiest weapons. her charisma stats are off the charts, and her kindness is unmatched by many.
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and yet, for some reason, most her relationships are superficial at a glance. it seems that despite her aura of excitement and generosity, she's being private, or even secretive. her so-called friends hardly know her beyond the surface everyone else knows her by. it's like a walking, talking poster advertising death for the cause and rebirth beyond it. it'll take trained eyes to see that she's hiding behind a mask, but when you do the careful plaster begins to peel off.
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beneath her spontaneous and always ready to network exterior is the kind of girl that wakes up to lazy mornings in bed and wears slippers fashioned in the shape of furrets. quiet, moody and sarcastic, this harper is quite the contrast from her usual self. she seems almost the opposite-- but yet again, that's only at the surface level. there are little things that connect the dots in between. the striking individualism, the authenticity and childlike, practically mischievous, idealism coupled with her inability to see only the dark in someone is what link the two harpers together.
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ALL THAT IS GOLD DOES NOT GLITTER

Some people are born for the golden lights and hall of fame, others make their ways to the same stage. And others, less fortunate, seek to scramble away before the curtains pull back to lay bare their incomplete act. Emily and Conor Thorne were never the happiest couple, but they pretneded to be. And at the very least, their daughter was something they could agree on. After all, months of being unable to conceive had finally ended with a child, an heir at last.
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Unfortunately for them, their daughter was nothing the sort of what they had expected. To make do without a son, they needed a brilliant daughter. Bold and smashing but still mild mannered and graceful. Kind, always eager, and ever docile. Harper instead was clumsy and lazy, and academics was hardly her strong point regardless of how late she stayed up reading fiction. Despite the fact that she could get away with just about anything given a disarming smile, she always wondered what things might have been if she'd ever been someone else.
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But who was she herself, to think of being someone else?
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And they tried to make her grow up faster so as to take away her sense of self quicker, but they could not. Even when they had introduced her to a kind boy with bright eyes and a happy face, Harper remained so effortlessly Harper that she was hard to place. When told she was to meet the boy she would marry, she had been captured by a fleeting sense of dread, the feeling of four walls closing in and telling her what to do and where to stay and what to say.
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Oh but the knowledge she'd gained from all her books and evenings in her room had come to pay off- if she couldn't romaticize this notion, then no one could. And so she decided the boy wasn't going to be her cage, but her prince charming, and it would work out that way because it had to, or else. And she continued ever onwards.
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Somewhere between the pages of Once Upon A Time and Happily Ever After, she grew up. And she found more gold collected between the stiff spines of dusty novels than all the Thorne Manor and all of Jame Deleon's sunkissed locks combined could offer her.

NOT ALL THOSE WHO WANDER ARE LOST

She changed tutors faster than her mother changed clothes, and eventually none could put up with her sidetracked mind, until finally she was sent to a public school where she'd waste away the rest of the precious time she had with her family. A mixing pot of good and evil, kindness and cruelty, ideals and values of different places. School might have been hell on earth, but certainly there was some fraction of heaven in it as well (and count on her to find it)-- because it had so may people. So many perspectives, and so many individuals.
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It was overwhelmingly new, and for that reason so exciting.
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She had never been a people person, and being shy was the worst part of being rich. But when a dozen or so kids from her neighborhood (people she had already met beforehand!) tried to scoop her into their circle, Harper had to rebel. Somehow she ended up the insider looking out, making more friends than she could handle. On one hand, it was wonderful because she desperately needed to know more than the Parallax that had been drilled into her, and on the other it was frightening because she wasn't quite sure any more of the identity that had been deliberately forged for her.
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Would they hate her for walking that line on purpose, and hiding a longing smile behind feigned apathy?
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School was the first time, too, that she had kissed her betrothed, James Deleon. And that moment was the moment she knew beyond a sliver of doubt, that she did not belong where she was.

THE OLD THAT IS STRONG DOES NOT WITHER

The school, like the rest of Lyeant, stood divided. And while it was easy to praise Parallax, considering that the wealthier student body did sort of fund their principal, Harper was only able to admire those that went against the current. Those that, unlike her, had been allowed to keep their authenticity. And the whispers of the republic would have been much easier to get behind without her family (or even, her supposed boyfriend) breathing down her back.
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But somehow she managed. Dancing between the lines of who she was supposed to be and who her heart told her she was, Harper struggled to juggle to lives.
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And then, all of a sudden, she was talking hurriedly and excitedly with a boy in the corner of a coffeeshop, discussing their plans for recruitment and reforming the world-- beautiful, abstract ideas she could get lost in, almost quicker than being lost in her books. And then James entered like a tornado, and she was forced to wake up. Things got violent. After all, she was Harper Thorne, and he had been someone whose name wasn't as important as hers.
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People were hurt. And they'd continue to be hurt. But when James had come back for her, she had pushed him away and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

DEEP ROOTS ARE NOT REACHED BY THE FROST

Being who you think you are sadly doesn't change what others think of you. When Harper Thorne, daughter and heiress of Conor Thorne's long legacy attempted to join the Republic, she had been met with thousands of faces that glared daggers into her back. But she had been taught how to shove those faces away, and despite the fact that she was no longer that girl, she could still use what she had learned as that girl she'd left behind.
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Two years of networking, exhausting hours of talking to people and maing connections. Two years of staing on top of everything and two more excruciating years of putting herself aside for something larger. It was as rewarding as it was exciting. But the night she had finally been promoted was a night she gladly did not remember. The morning after, though, she had stayed in her bed till noon and found herself smiling like an idiot.
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Scorn could not touch her, for it was something she'd suffered far too long. Harper Thorne, Marketing Executive. Now that was something she would let get to her head. Finally, at last, a childish excitement filled her again. A social media campaign, posters, designs, details and beauty and she could be at the center. People she could rely on, a cause she believed in.
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After all, the past could not touch her now.
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Could it?

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