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Harley/Minnie Enright

HARLYN ENRIGHT

Name:
Harlyn Itzel Enright

Nicknames:
Harley, Epsilon, Skunk, Bitch

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Pansexual

Occupation:
Tea Shop Owner, Ex-Mercenary



Appearance:
Standing at roughly 6’0”, Harley’s form is one built up of hard living, exercise, and conflict. She’s lean and muscular, with scarred tan skin and a face that, while worn and rough, still manages to hold a near-constant mirth. She has salt-and-pepper hair that reaches the center of her back, which she often keeps tied in a lazy braid. Her eyes are a warm shade of hazel, and on her collarbone is a tattoo of the greek epsilon symbol.
Tends to dress in worn leather jeans, short sleeved shirts, and hiking boots.

Personality:
Harley is a friendly (if not rugged and somewhat eccentric) woman by nature. Calm and lackadaisical, it’s notably difficult to ruffle her feathers, or get another response to any real prodding than a good-natured chuckle and a dry quip. She can be remarkably amiable towards friends and enemies alike, and is fiercely loyal to the former, but there is a somewhat darker aspect of her personality in turn. Harley is violent and somewhat hedonistic, relishing in fist-fights and baser pleasures. However, since the birth of Minerva, she has made an effort to temper this side of herself down.
While Harley lacks some of the maternal instincts that come naturally to others, she’s fiercely protective of her child, and harming Minnie is the only real sure-fire way to bring her to anger.

Other Parent:
Winston something. At least, Harley thinks his name was Winston. It’s been two years since she’s last seen the guy.
(Ex-Lovers)

Significant Other:
None

Brief History:
Harlyn grew up in the southside of Chicago, in a household of two parents and four other children. It wasn’t the best lifestyle, gently put, and it didn’t take long for Harley to start craving an out as she grew older. Upon graduating high school at the age of eighteen, she initially intended to join the military, but took up mercenary work instead after a recommendation from an old friend of hers.

It was a good gig. A bit of a messy one, at times, but Harley relished in it. The pay was nice, it let her see new places, and, if she were to be honest, she enjoyed the violence it brought her way. Harley threw herself into her job, and, when the work was done, indulged herself with companionship and smokes and warm bodies in her bed. This last, however, wound up backfiring on her in a rather spectacular person.

Namely, by getting her knocked up.

Considering that she couldn’t very well punch people in the throat with a bun in the oven, Harlyn took a leave from her work, then went searching for the man she slept with to let him know the news. Unfortunately, by the time she returned to the city she had met him in, he was gone. Seeing little else to do, Harley decided to have the baby, and give it up for adoption once it was born. She had the child in the privacy of her own home (it was cheaper), then went to deliver it to its new family.

As luck would have it, the prospective family weren’t able to take in the kid, due to one of the parents having a heart attack and the expenses bleeding them dry. As such, Harley was saddled with the child until she could find a parent. Days of searching turned into weeks, then months. Before she had known it, the child had a name, and Harley had left her apartment in favor of a little two story brick house. She gave up her job as a merc, and decided to convert the front room of her home into a little tea shop. It was a slow and lazy life in comparison to her old one, but Harley was happy with her little Minerva.

Although it quickly became far less slow and lazy when Minnie started showing superpowers. Or when the government came knocking at the door.

Other:
- Was an avid chain-smoker before learning that she would be having a child. While she kept off the habit during her pregnancy, and has been trying to kick the habit a little now that she’s raising a toddler, Harley will still take a drag or two when away from Minnie.

- As Minnie is mute, Harlyn has learned sign language, and has begun to teach her daughter how to sign, as well.

MINERVA ENRIGHT

Name
Minerva Raisel Enright

Date of Birth
January 9th, 2015
Two Years Old

Special Ability:
Botanokinesis

First shown:
It started off simple. Some of the crops Harlyn was growing in the backyard seemed to grow a little faster than usual, or Minerva toddled in, pudgy fingers wrapped tight around wildflowers that Harlyn hadn’t seen growing in the area. Soon enough, seeds began to grow into plump squashes and melons overnight. Plants grew wild and uncontrolled on the property. It all came to a head when Harlyn caught little Minnie squatting beside one of her tea plants (mint, good for the belly), and the plant started growing and waving around like it had a mind of its own.

Other: Wears an old aviator jacket Harley snagged during her mercenary days. It is currently still far too large for her to properly wear, but Minnie seems to like it regardless.

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@KahleenCuthald Oh, whoops. I thought I had already moved mine for some reason, haha. I'm in class at the moment, but I'll move my pair over as soon as I can. c:

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@Rig I'm considering having Dawn notice Elias to help bring him into interaction and stuff. Is that alright with you? I'm wanting to play Dawn as an observant character, but I also know that Elias is still little and very stealthy, so I don't want to step on toes or make Dawn seem way too good or anything, haha.

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@bmxbrat484 The mysterious person heading to town is Orion. c: It's really up to you whether you'd like to join in now or later- I don't mind either way, myself.

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@bmxbrat484 Glad to hear that your rib is alright, now. c: And it's fine about the disappearance- I think we all kind of checked out for a while with different stuff, haha. It's fine if you wanna come back with Eira! If Claw shows up again, we could always just say his character was busy so that way Eira can be active while he's away.

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@ineffable Sorry for taking so long! ^^; Was just having trouble thinking of a response, haha.

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Perhaps revealing his nature so soon had been a bad move.

Eyes wide, Madison rushed over to catch Stefany before she could hit the ground, the quiet sound of her pulse drumming in his ears. “Miss Raterfell?” He asked. “Stefany?” Unconscious. She had fainted. Lips sealed into a tight, pressed line, Madison gently lifted Stefany into the nearby booth, pillowing his jacket beneath her legs. Several heads had turned in their direction after the fall, but no one had come over as of yet.

This certainly hadn’t been what he was expecting upon meeting his soulmate.

Fingers moving deftly, Madison lifted his purse, drew the phone, and held it, staring anxiously down at Stefany. Perhaps it was just something minor, and his reaction had been a bit much, but if not...He ran his thumb against the screen, waiting to see if she would stir. If not, he’d call. That was that.

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“Thank you very much, miss.” Smiling a moment, Madison settled into the chair opposite the woman’s, hands clasped properly upon the tabletop. “I can assure you that I’m not here to try and swindle you out of your money or anything of the sort. All I’m hoping for is a bit of conversation, that’s all.” Unlike the Technician, the Scholar’s face was an open book. His eyes were wide and concerned, occasionally flitting down to the glass, then back to the woman’s nigh-unreadable expression, struggling to read it.

“My name is Madison Lovette,” he said, eventually. “It’s nice to meet you, miss. And it’s quite alright if you don’t remember it- I don’t mind reintroducing myself if need be.” A pause. A frown, contemplative, before Madison spoke again. “If I’m not being too prying, may I ask how long you’ve been in London? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”

Asking directly about the Oblivion seemed rather on the nose. It was troubling- very much so- but you didn’t take a glass of the stuff to forget anything good, let alone something you’d want to babble about to a stranger. Smaller, simpler conversation seemed like better territory to touch upon.