[M/OOC] What Dreams Are Made Of----[Sonic&TheCat&TheBat]

[.Karma.]

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Main Characters

Spoiler: Harper 

Name: Harper Jackson

Age: 22

Appearance:

Harper has always had an innocent and carefree look to her. A smile looks like it just belongs on her face and the bright blue eyes make it hard to tell her no. She looks young and is often mistaken for still being a teenager, she always gets carded for alcohol and cigarettes.

Personality: Harper always tries to look at the bright side of things, a smile coming easily to her face. She is kind hearted and empathetic, one of those friends that you can talk to at anytime and she will listen. Despite her happy exterior, Harper struggles with anxiety and has been medicated for depression. She often feels not good enough, and strives to never make others feel that same way.

Background: Growing up in foster care is never easy, and hers is a typical tale. She grew up in a home. No one was particularly mean, but they were not overly loving either. There were simply too many kids to deal with to make them all feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Harper was a rule follower and a generally good kid, which made her fly under the radar, but it also meant receiving much less attention. She struggled with not feeling good enough, that even her mother hadn’t wanted her. She struggles with depression and anxiety and with that there is good day and bad, but she always tried to stay positive on the outside and treat others the way she would like to be treated.

When she got old enough to work, she immediately started working. First in a fast food restaurant, and then moved on to a Starbucks moving to a manager position relatively quick. NYC was not easy to find a job in, and with her job she didn’t have money to continue education after high school.

With her anxiety she had taken on the nasty habit of smoking, and is always saying she is quitting. Still she smokes, it helps to calm her nerves. She loves her job and the people she meets there. Harper loved people and being the reason a smile comes to their face, she had her regulars that knew her by name and seemed to care, but she didn’t really have any friends outside of that. People always left, so why let them close? So, when she wasn’t working she spent a lot of time in a small apartment that she had moved into as soon as she turned 18.

NYC was her home and she felt it always would be. Her days and life were just about normal as normal could get in this city, and that was okay with her.

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NPC's

[Sonic]

Woo-hoo!

[☆Catwoman☆]

Name: Gabriel

Age: 24

Appearance:

Spoiler:  

Gabriel looks every bit the troubled young man he is, exuding attitude and deeply rooted anger through every pore. His smiles are rare and often cynical, and the seemingly permanent expression of one who has given up tends to keep others at bay. Gabriel's hair, naturally brown, is dyed black, and his eyes are hazel. A number of tattoos decorate his skin, their meaning and significance known only to him.

Personality: Gabriel is mouthy. He assumes the worst, snaps without care for other's feelings, and is overall just a jerk. While others who have suffered as he did came out the better and stronger for it, he succumbed to the hopelessness of it, instilled with the belief that it is every man for himself and that, in the end, no one is watching his back but him. He pushes people away, willing to emotionally hurt them in order to drive them off, and wears a mask of strength and toughness when really he is just a sad, lonely soul too wounded to feel much anymore beyond cynicism, anger, and hate. He views kindness as manipulation, an attempt to gain something rather than a sincere gesture. He does not like to be touched - unless it is for the sole purpose of mutual pleasure.

Background: Foster care did not agree with Gabriel. He bounced from home to home, wanted by no one, a troubled child with a poor attitude and no respect for those who took him in. He was angry, rebellious, lacking in purpose. More often than not he found himself in the care of those who took in children only for the money, those unqualified to raise a pet, let alone a kid. He spent more time on the streets than indoors, stayed out all night, and was taken in by the wrong crowds. He became a delinquent as a tween, committing petty crimes. He spent time in juvenile detention centers, and was on his own at 17.

Despite being gifted, his IQ 130, he never finished high school, and college was out of the question. He does odd jobs for cash, and also comes by it by less savory means. To the great city of New York, he is just another punk kid with a dark past and no future.