lafitte, harlan

[Harlan Lafitte]

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{ you know you could've been a wonder


character’s name harlan ignatius-sagremor lafitte IV.
gender male.
discipline theater :; cinema.
age seventeen.
sexuality straight.


{ comes home on call, isn't that peace,


history
harlan's upbringing wasn't quite like every other child's. he grew up around extreme wealth and power as a young child, but was unfazed by the limelight his family received. between jetting off to paris and rome for his mother's fashion shows, and then back to england for one of his father's big cases in court, harlan was always tossed this way and that. he never really understood what the term "hometown" meant, or what "roots" were until his parents shipped harlan off to a boarding school for children with theatrical talent when he was only the young age of seven.

spending his young, influential years at the school harlan finally developed a sense of belonging, and grew his roots at the theatrical school. however, his time there would be cut short when the school, due to the fact of the owner dieing, and the school system falling apart, closed abruptly. this caused a great strain on harlan, since he felt his world was falling apart at the seams. he had lost his only true home, his friends, and everything that he thought he had known at the age of thirteen.

for the next two years of his life, harlan's parents had thrown him into the nearest public school available in sussex, england and was watched over my his nanny, melinda as his parents traveled over the world. not knowing what was in store for him, harlan had an extremely difficult time adjusting from the rigid world of boarding school, with his curriculum filled with theatre-related classes, to the much more...lower-brow schooling system of oakley high school. he had never interacted with so many different aspects of life, and was quite easily vulnerable to the influence of his peer's around him.

during these two years harlan was molded into a completely different person than before. his mannerisms changed completely from a well-behaved gentleman to a every day hoodlum. his circle of friends expanded from theatre buffs to lazy degenerates and the local riff-raff of oakley high. not to mention harlan dabbled in experiments of his own and had tried every drug offered to him, drank anything with alchohol in it, and became a dedicated smoker.

but change came again as his mother finally noticed these changes in harlan, and decided that something had to be done. she would not let a member of the lafitte family stoop down to the level he was spiraling to. that's when, at fifteen years old, harlan was transferred to hoffman acedemy. another different world that seemed to combine both his days at public and boarding school, causing him to be even more misunderstood as ever.

parents
gwendolyn lafitte
sagremor lafitte III.

siblings
only child.


{ am I losin' way too much


personality
snarky - rudely sarcastic or short-tempered.
harlan has his share of good and bad days, but one thing about this boy is that he is ticked off quite easily. he hates obnoxious voices, noises, actions, or whatever you want to call it. he's a nit-picker who hears every single noise, and gets quite upset over it as well. if you smack your gum, hum too loudly, or just have an annoyingly high pitched voice harlan is bound to say something to you, and be prepared, it won't be nice.

eloquent - having or exercising the power of fluent, forceful, and appropriate speech
harlan is an unbelievable speaker, when he wants to be. usually the powerful ability of speech has always been a tribute to harlan's amazing stage presence, and acting ability. he's perfected it since his childhood years and can turn his charisma on and off whenever he likes, which most obviously attributes to the fact that harlan is pretty smooth with the ladies. he knows how to work what he's got, ands uses it for self-gain with no guilt at all. he can talk his way out of a punishment like no one else can, and move a whole audience to sobbing cries in a single performance.

assuager - to soothe, calm, or mollify
harlan isn't as cold hearted as some people may think. sometimes he may contradict himself, but deep down harlan's a big sweetheart. he hates to see pain inflicted upon anyone who doesn't deserve it, and that goes for everyone that isn't annoying. if he sees a younger student being pushed around in the hallways, or witnesses someone take a verbal beating you better bet your bottom that harlan's going to step in and say something: physically and verbally. to some harlan's a vigilante or some sorts, and to others he's just a sweet, concerned guy.

likes
◊ painting.
◊ romance novels.
◊ antique automobiles.
◊ moonlight.
◊ shakespeare.
◊ cigarettes.
◊ ramen noodles.
◊ jewelry.
◊ thrift stores.
◊ video games.

dislikes
◊ mustard.
◊ stereotypical view of men.
◊ fast food.
◊ caviar.
◊ people interrupting him.
◊ hair sticking to people's shirts.
◊ expensive clothing.
◊ rumors.
◊ public restrooms.
◊ smacking gum.

ambitions
◊ sell a painting.
◊ make a name for himself, not through his family.
◊ open a charity for the underprivileged.
◊ make a movie that will be remembered.
◊ join a sports team.

fears
◊ peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth.
◊ never making it in the acting world.
◊ being alone for his whole life.
◊ losing his memory / going insane.
◊ car crashes.

{ my darling you look lovely


portrayed by? jamie campbell bower.
eyes pale blue.
hair dirty blonde.
height 5"11
style harlan's style is eclectic, to be exact. he doesn't care if he's wearing something that's in, out, or whatever the hell you want to call it. he just wears clothes that say: "hey, i'm harlan, and i'm different." this style may involve a long trenchcoat, a pair of skinny jeans, fitted v-neck t-shirt, and exotic scarf one day, or something completely different the next. and when it comes to simple clothing, harlan doesn't even know the word. everything is layered, exotic, and too much. if he finds that an outfit is too bare harlan will just double up on the amount of necklaces he's wearing, or add one more ring and a pair of fingerless gloves.


{ and I'm telling you why


your name megan.
age fifteen.
years of roleplay four. yeah.
code sentence if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.
other none.
sample post

Laughter filled the air, as a young Fallon Corner held her mother’s slender hand at an autumn festival. The Yorkshire Family Fun Fair had always been a favorite of Fallon, and her entire family. There was always so much to do, so much to see, and so much to enjoy. Booths of various trinkets, and toys, filled the area surrounding the cozy family. Also, off in the distance came the howling of young children taking a spin on the bumper cars, or screaming their heads off on the “Dizzy Dragon.”

“Mum, I want to go on that ride,” a soft-spoken Fallon said.

She pointed to a ride that went high up into the air, and spun around, before coming back down to the Earth, and then went up again. The ride was meant to look like spaceships, with detailed little carts, and had loud sound effects of what blasting off might actually sound like. Fallon tugged on her mother’s hand again, and pulled her arm as hard as she could.

“Mummyyyy, please? We can come back here after it’s over. Pretty please?” she asked again.

Cho sighed, and shook her head with a grin, but complied. The two slowly walked through the crowd, young Fallon taking in the sights of others. She spotted an odd dressed fellow, with dark clothing, and hair covering most of his greasy face. He looked older than the other people surrounding him, and seemed to stick out although they all dressed alike. Fallon tightened her grip on her mother’s hand as the man’s gaze followed her, and they walked to get in line for the ride. It was a long line, but the wait seemed much shorter. Before she knew it, Fallon was next to ride. She jumped up and down as the kids that were on the ride before her came out of the gate, and they started to let kids on.

“I need to see your stamp, little girl,” the friendly looking woman asked as Fallon tried to squeeze in-between her, and the gate.

“Stamp, what stamp are you talking about? The gate workers said she just needed this ticket to get on the rides,” said Cho, in a perplexed manner. She even got out the red ticket to show the lady, but the woman shook her head. Fallon heard the two of them talking to each other, but paid no attention. All she wanted to do right now was get on the ride. It was so pretty, and it looked so fun. The colors of the ride reflected brightly off of the fair’s fluorescent lights, and sparkled when hit in an odd angle. Fallon had never seen anything so beautiful in her eight years of life.

“Fallon, darling, this nice lady is going to let you get on the ride, but I have to go get my hand stamped, so no one complains. Okay? Don’t go anywhere if I’m not back here when you’re done, alright?” Fallon nodded in agreement, still in her fantasy land of imagining herself in a real rocket ship.

Then, before her mother could say another word, the lady stepped aside and let the rambunctious Fallon on the ride. She found the perfect ship to ride on, an orange and black ship with stars painted in an off-white color on each side. Hurriedly, Fallon got inside and waited for the safety bars to be let down. After a moment or two of waiting for the rest of the ships to be filled, a large clicking noise was issued, and a person came around to check all of the ships. Shortly afterwards, the ride began to rise into the sky.

Before she knew it though, Fallon felt the ride slow down and come to a halt. Her mind was twirling rapidly from all the spins, and up-and-downs, so at first she didn’t know where she was. Fallon’s dark brown hair whipped around her face as she looked back and forth, and suddenly she remembered she was at the fair. A small eruption of laughter from her stupidity made her mind sober up, and she got out of the ship. She walked outside of the gate, and looked around for her mother. However, try as she might, Fallon could not spot her. She was rather short for her age, and couldn’t see as well as others from her position.

“Excuse me ma’me, but has my mum came back yet?” she asked the lady running the ride. The woman shook her head, and went back to ushering other small children into the ride, before Fallon could say anything else. She sighed and slid down against the gate, not going anywhere, like her mother had said. How long would it be for her to come back? The ticket line couldn’t be that long, and the ride had to have been about five minutes long.

A few more minutes passed without any sight of her mother, and Fallon was getting anxious. She was scared being alone here, and didn’t like not knowing where her family was. She curled her legs up into her chest, and wrapped her short arms around her legs as she breathed in deeply. She was okay; there was nothing anything to worry about. Her mom had probably just gotten lost going to or from the ticket booth, or the line to get her hand stamped was just really long. There was no need to freak out or worry, she was fine here.

“Are you lost, little one?” came an unfamiliar, husky voice. Fallon looked ahead of her to see the same man she had noticed before when she was walking up here. Her daddy had always told her never to talk to strangers, so she just shook her head and looked away from the man. She didn’t like this guy, and had an uncomfortable feeling about him. She would have run away from the stranger, but her mom could have come back at the same moment and saw her missing. And, if she ran, the guy could have run after her. He was tall and lanky, with long arms and legs, and could easily catch up to the short Fallon.

“Do you hear me you little bitch?” the man urged on. Fallon could now hear the anger and malice in his voice, and slowly began to stand up. She nodded to the man, still not uttering a single word, and then took off to the nearest place she could hide at. Her little heart pumped as fast as it could, and she could feel the adrenaline surging throughout her body. She quickly hid on the side of a cotton candy stand, and pressed herself tightly against the side of the stand. She was sure the man could find her just by how hard her heart was thumping. The thumping echoed in her ears so nosily she couldn’t hear anything else. The sounds of the carnival seemed to be vanishing as quickly as the thumps increased. No more loud screaming laughter, or people talking loudly amongst all of the ruckus. All Fallon could hear was her own heart, and the taste of fear on her lips.

“Thought you could run away from me, you filthy piece of shit?” came the frightening voice from somewhere around Fallon. It was the only thing that seemed to penetrate the sound barriers created by her heart. She swallowed and cowered on the ground, hoping that if she lye down he wouldn’t find her.

With her eyes shut tightly, and her hands over her head Fallon couldn’t see anything that was going on. She hoped that the man had given up on her, and went off to find someone else. She didn’t do anything wrong! Why couldn’t the man scare someone else? Why couldn’t he find a bad person, who deserved whatever he had in store for Fallon? She had never done anything bad, besides steal a piece of candy from her brother, or eat a cookie before dinner. She didn’t deserve being scared like this. No, no, no.

Then as she thought the last “no” inside of her head, it was the last thing she could remember. There was such a sudden pain in her head and spine that everything went pitch black. No more sounds of her heart thumping, or the scary man’s voice. There was no more smells of enticing cotton candy, mingling with the aromas of salty popcorn or funnel cakes, everything was nonexistent.

But, then, all of a sudden Fallon could feel herself lying on something soft and comfortable. Where was she? Had she been blinded from whatever pain that she had just felt? What was she on, or where was she even at? Most importantly, was she even alive? Her hands searched around her, but couldn’t go very far. She was in some sort of fabric cocoon; her whole body was swaddled in a piece of tight fabric. Things started to seep into her head, finally piecing together what had happened to her. That man, the fair, the pain and suffering.

Fallon sucked in so much air, as she realized everything that had happened, and let out a large gasp as she knew where she must be. She shot up so quickly it made her dizzy, and fall off of whatever she was on. A soft thud echoed throughout the room as Fallon’s body fell on the ground, but it shouldn’t have been so loud. Fallon was too small to make such a large noise.

Slowly, the scared girl opened up one eye as slowly as she could. This wasn’t right, from her place on the floor it looked like she was in some sort of dormitory. The fall from whatever she was on, was a bed, and there were a bunch of other beds around her too. What was this place? Was it the man’s house, where he took all of his captives? Fallon quickly tried to unravel herself from her cocoon, and soon found out that the man had only twisted her in a bunch of bed sheets! What did he expect? That a little girl was too dumb to get out of some sheets?

However, Fallon wasn’t going to stick around to find out any answers. Any moment the man might come in and take her away, she had to act fast. Quickly she grabbed a pair of large house slippers that were multicolored and fuzzy from underneath her captive bed, and put them on… but they had actually fit. Fallon’s brows knitted together, wondering how her small eight year old feet could fit into house slippers as large as these. Then she saw her reflection in a mirror across the room, she wasn’t eight years old anymore, and she wasn’t in her captor’s house. She was safe, and she was quite possibly the stupidest person alive. Fallon had been fine all along, there was no looming threat at all, what had just happened to her had been a memory. Fallon was at Hogwarts, she was safe, and she didn’t have to worry about being hurt here.

Quickly tears formed at her tear ducts, and began to fall freely down her face. Why, why did that have to happen to her? Why did she have to be plagued day after day with memories of disturbing and sick things that shouldn’t happen to anyone? Why did Fallon have to be more scared to go asleep at night, than to go see a horror film? There were thousands of questions floating around in the brunette’s mind, but none of them could ever be answered, not until she was rotting six feet under the ground.

“I need to get out of here,” she murmured to herself, as she looked at her reflection again in the mirror. Her hair was a bird’s nest, sticking up in every which way from her twisting and turning during the night. Her skin was pasty white, and unhealthy looking from her nightmare she thought was real, and there were dark circles underneath her eyes. She looked like death warmed over.

Slowly, Fallon got up from the ground and rubbed the back of her head. It had felt like she had been hit with something hard, something out of her dream, but she knew it must have only happened when she fell out of her bed. There was no need to start freaking out, she was perfectly fine. All she needed to do was go find a place of solitude, somewhere she knew she could feel safe, and be alone. In other words, the Room of Requirement.

Fallon hastily put the sheets back on her bed, threw on the nearest clothes she could find, and muttered a spell to fix her ratty hair, before taking off to her destination. The Hufflepuff common room, and dormitories, was near the kitchens of Hogwarts. So, naturally, you would think Fallon would have a long way up to the seventh floor. Thankfully though, Fallon knew the password to a portrait that led exactly up to the floor she needed, and took that instead.

Soon enough, Fallon found herself facing the blank wall used to get into the Room of Requirement. She closed her eyes, and walked back and forth in front of the wall, thinking the same thought over and over again: I need somewhere to feel safe, I need somewhere to relax, and seconds later a door began to form. Fallon smiled gratefully, and turned the golden handle of the door before walking inside. Once inside, Fallon screamed loudly when she saw someone else in the room. At first she thought it was the man waiting for her, but quickly came to realize it wasn’t him. It was a friend, actually.

“Y-you, I—do you want me to leave?” asked Fallon in her soft voice, which was almost inaudible. She was sure that her piercing scream had probably scared Ellis Lupin more than he had scared her.

[Razz Perkins]

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