harper, braiden michael

[braiden michael harper]

`go shake it BRAY !
`I’m like Jesus? Too bad I’m not into that whole bearded look.

[/b] mac
age; 17
rp experience; three years
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other charries; none yet. : )
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] Braiden Michael Harper
but it's okay everyone calls me; Bray, Harp, Harpy
i popped outta my mom's bajingo; January 3, 1988 (20 years old)
actually i'm some sort of; capricorn
this place was such a shit hole;new york, new york
ah, so like paradisefor me; new york, new york
i don't look it but i'm actually; austrian, portugese and english
it's just the way the wind blows; bisexual
baddest bitch all up and through here; populace in two: vocalist
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] electronic
you know i could just swim in those; hazel
does the carpet match the drapes; light brown
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 135 pounds
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 5’9”
and then i got one on my ass; septum piercing
they always seem to notice my; charming, boyish good looks and a beautiful smile


you'll never see me without my; Bray likes to consider himself charming and he credits that to his looks. He has light brown hair, usually kept rather short compared to a lot of the people whom he comes in contact with and he does change it a lot. One month it’ll be long and the next, he will have shaved it off. Bray has a smile that people would kill for with straight, white, white teeth and a very infectious spark. His clothes are pretty typical with blue jeans (normally of the skinny variety, but sometimes not), t-shirts of assorted variety, a good three or four different hoodies and, of course, his caps. Bray loves a good baseball cap be it for a local team or some random brand he just happened to like. He doesn’t pay much attention to brand; just whatever looks good and fits well. Shoe wise, it’s once again comfort and he likes plain, dark colored slip on canvas shoes. Bray doesn’t happen to be the tallest man around; he’s about five foot nine and he actually rather likes it like that. He’s also not very heavy, actually, he’s a bit underweight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. Bray doesn’t care though; he can’t stand having fat on himself.

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`it's a motherfucking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

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chicken fries
ice cream
popcorn
sunny days
marvin the martian
cereal
energy drinks
jack johnson
coffee shops
performing
snow
boys
girls
loud music
roller coasters
horror films
home cooked meals
the city
wild, night time adventures
the beach

i'm about to get wickety-wack all over;
pineapple
fat
sunburns
fake tans (the orangey kind)
clingy people
stalkers
one night stands
guinea pigs
chick flicks
titantic
anything dealing with numbers and finding x
wet clothes
being stuck at home
having a sore throat
being treated poorly
being manipulated
pills
sweating
people taking his things
people who make a big deal out of simple things
greasy hair


it's like my signature kinda thing;
he’s pretty cheerful
he’s a hard worker
he’s easy to get along with
he’s pretty low maintenance

oh god not this again, i so suck;
he’s got a potty mouth
he gets frustrated extremely easily
doesn’t always think before he speaks
extremely impatient

it's like children of the corn but worse;
splitting his pants
huge spiders
curvy, mountain roads
an early death
being murdered
you know one day i'm going to;
get married
have a couple of kids
go to the moon
travel around the world
go backpacking in europe
it's just this weird innate thing;
chews on his lip when thinking
picks at his thumbnail when nervous
jiggles his leg when bored
can’t sleep unless he has two or more pillows

some things just make me scream;
confidence
nice hair
being clean
good sense of humor
smiles
good personalities


that is the most disgusting thing ever;
overly bitchy people
complainers
fault finders
greasy looking people
fake people
sluts
fat
you best remember this bitch;
Easy to Get Along With. Although Bray is known to be a bit of a prick sometimes, once you start getting to know him, you learn that he’s actually rather easy to get along with. It doesn’t take much to make him happy and when he’s happy, he’s practically putty in your hands. That said, he doesn’t take well to being manipulated and he’ll try to keep things from going that far. It’s not a good idea to try and do that.

Low Idiot Tolerance . Bray’s tolerance for idiocy is low. He can’t stand people who stare at him like he just spoke in a foreign language when he full well knows they’re fluent in English. He doesn’t consider himself to be the most eloquent of speakers, so what’s so difficult to understand over a simple sentence? Because of this, he gets annoyed pretty quickly when someone is doing something that really grates his nerves. He’s not a prima donna by any means, but a functioning brain is really high on his “people I like” list.

Impatient. As mentioned earlier, Braiden is impatient. It’s never been a strong point and no matter how many times you tell him, “Bray, chill, patience is a virtue,” it just won’t go through his head. He hates waiting more than five minutes for something and sometimes, even five minutes is too long. In restaurants, if there’s more than a ten minute wait, he’ll leave unless he promised someone he’d be there. He gets especially impatient before he’s about to perform since he does tend to get a big of stage fright. The longer he’s forced to wait, the more antsy, nervous and impatient he’ll become.

Trust Worthy. Braiden never goes back on his word and will never tell a secret. He takes trust as a very, very serious thing and because of that, anything you tell him will reach only the ears whose he’s been granted the permission to. However, being Bray, he may hint at something, but he’ll never give out names or specifics. He just doesn’t feel right betraying people’s trust like that. This also makes him a great person to make promise to do things. If you make him promise, 75% of the time he’ll do it. The other 25%? That’s usually reserved for when he’s feeling bitchy or pissed at someone.

Amiable. Yes, Bray’s friendly. He likes people and thrives off them. However, he’s not the best conversation starter and he hates going up to people. However, he does enjoy talking to people, especially fans. Aside from the music and being with his best friend, his fans are the main reason why Bray’s in the music business and he loves them. His reputation with people is important to him.

Prickish. Like any guy, Braiden can be a major prick and a half. Though he tries to restrain it around people he doesn’t know, it usually gets loose around those he does know or the people who really get on his nerves. He’s the sort of guy who glares and snaps…a lot. He doesn’t always raise his voice, instead he tends to take on a sharp, venomous tone when he’s at his limit. Thankfully, his prickish-ness isn’t a constant part of his everyday personality.

`lighten up it's just fashion.

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maybe the dingo ate your baby;
eliza joanne harper – 53 – nurse
greg donovan harper –57 -- engineer
it's cause you were dropped as a child;
callyn elaine harper – 17, sister – high school senior
margo denise harper – 15, sister – high school sophomore
that's what i'll look like when i'm old;
jessica ann harper – 81, grandmother—ex college professor
morgan Richard harper – 87, grandfather, deceased—farmer

ashley marie thompson—73, grandmother—stay at home mom
calvin samuel thompson—75, grandfather-- doctor
you know the different kind of uncle;
allison janae flint—47, aunt (mom’s side)—elementary school teacher
marcus peter flint—50, uncle—electrician

danielle noelle fowler—45, aunt (mom’s side)--receptionist

darren clinton harper—60, uncle (dad’s side)—detective
meghan elizabeth harper—51, aunt (dad’s side)--nutritionist
and the one that looks like a rat;

regan riley flint—23—college student (english major)
marcus peter flint, jr.—20—college student (acting major)

julian weston fowler—18—high school senior

Kelly jane harper—21—college student (English major--->teacher)
aaron washington harper—19—college student (architecture major)
marie elleanne harper—16—high school junior

pretty freakin sure we're not related; n/a
yea they used to eat my shoelaces;
sir frogger – margo’s frog
dante – family dog (yorkie)
virgil – family dog (yorkie)

it's like hell but only faster;
January 3rd, 1988. It was a cold, wintery morning in New York City when a baby was born. It wasn’t just any baby, it was Braiden Michael Harper. He was as cute as a newborn could be and he was taken home a few days later. He was the first child of 33 year old Eliza (a nurse at the very hospital she had given birth in) and 37 year old Greg. Of course, new parents are ecstatic over the fact that they have a baby except for the fact that Braiden cried. A lot. His mother leaped to the conclusion that something was seriously wrong and the baby was subjected to many medical tests; thankfully it ended up being nothing. It was the start of a very over protective life. His father could honestly care less of the baby’s health; if he cried, he figured it was because Bray was hungry or tired and he treated it as so since, 99% of the time, it was that. He didn’t pack up the baby to the hospital whenever he had a bump or a strange cough and so, Eliza and Greg began to fight over his health. Three years later, Braiden’s little sister Callyn was born. Once again, Eliza took the overprotective role. Braiden didn’t like the hospital visits and the older he got, the more he began to resist because nothing was ever wrong.

When he was five years old, he was started at a public school where he learned quickly that crying and running to the teacher would get him nowhere. In his grade school years, he began to grow rather independent; much more independent than Eliza had wished. During his kindergarten year, the uh-oh baby, Margo, was born. Braiden, of course, was disappointed by this seeing how he really wanted a brother. However, his parents began to fight even more over Eliza’s insistence over unnecessary medical care. By the time he was eight and Callyn was in school, Braiden took it upon himself to teach his sisters about what not to do. He didn’t want them teased mercilessly…although in his case, that was probably just because he was a boy. The rest of his childhood was ordinary; gaining a best friend or two here, performing in school performances there. Life was as good as it was going to get.

In junior high, Braiden suddenly realized that he was bigger than his mother, who was only five feet two inches tall and that she couldn’t boss him around anymore. During this time, his respect for adults became rather poor and he began arguing and talking back to his parents. They, of course, were shocked. How could their first child do such a thing to them? However, this defense mechanism took the one thing that he hated the most-doctor’s visits-and replaced them with therapy. He didn’t particularly enjoy this either, but it was better than being poked and prodded with needles. After a few weeks of this, the psychologist explained to his parents that Braiden was just a teen aged boy and that the attitude would eventually go away. His mother, though, ended up having to have some more intense therapy for the obsession with overprotecting her children. Free at last, Braiden took the opportunity to actually do what he wanted; be it tackle football or being in charge of dissecting animals.

High school was…high school: full of drama, secrets and good times. He liked school; he liked going and seeing his friends, talking to people but the work? He hated it. He tried, though, and managed a pretty decent GPA all four years. During these years, he ended up reaching his current height of five foot nine; the tallest in his immediate family which gave him the sense of that he didn’t have to answer to his mother or even his father any more. Because of this, he immediately began trying to figure out what he was going to do with his life. The options of medicine, engineering and teaching were ruled out as soon as the words left his parent’s lips. There was no way in hell that he was going to end up like them. Music ended up being his career path choice after he and a friend had formed a two man band which ended up getting rather popular. Imagine the looks on his parents’ faces when he announced that he would be a musician. They about died. They had been hoping that his grades were high enough to get into an Ivy League (they weren’t) and that he’d pursue a career that would keep them well cared for when it came time for retirement. They were upset that he was going to throw a college education out the window.

It wasn’t his fault that he had different priorities. After a large fight, he basically told them to screw it and that, since he was adult, he’d do what he wanted. And that was that. He was on his own, making music and travelling having the time of his life. A few months later, though, guilt and a rather persuasive call from Callyn convinced him to apologize to his parents. From then on out, life seemed perfect.
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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] bone palace ballet
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; nope.

you must be smelling your own crotch;

Thank God that they were off in a corner. It's not that Delaney didn't like people...she just hated people watching her eat. It was a weird thing, really, but when people watched her eat, she didn't eat much at all. It just made her so uncomfortable, their eyes on her and she was so worried about getting something all over herself. So, yes. Extreme thankfulness to being hidden from most of the people. It was just one of her quirks and one of the many reasons why she usually only ate things like salad and fruit: Less chance of a mess.

She let her eyes flit over the menu, eyeing her choices. Some of the stuff sounded really good, but she ended up with a simple dinner salad for the simple reason that she just wasn't hungry right now. Most girls only ate like this because they had an eating disorder or didn't want their date to pay a lot. But it was just Delaney's way. She may as well be a social vegetarian at this rate. Technically she was...boy, that would be fun to say. Hopefully Thrash didn't think she was sick or something for eating super healthy like she did.

It was something she could easily blame on her parents, though. The two of them were ultra healthy and for as long as Delaney could remember, her house was stock full of apples, cherries and other fruits, as well as whole grains, lean meats and all sorts of vegetables. Her mother had had a fit any time something semi unhealthy came through the door, so Valentine's Day candies, Halloween treats and Christmas goodies were out of the question. Of course Delaney missed those sorts of things, but anytime that she had some, she'd end up feeling sick.

These seats WERE uncomfortable. These do suck. she agreed, reaching for her glass of water to take a sip. She had set it down and glanced out the window, when she felt his hands take hold of hers, causing her to smile happily. This was so dreamlike...it wasn't even funny.

Did she ride today? Yes, she most definitely did! I did. she said, reaching to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. I managed to fall off, too, so it wasn't the best of rides. She chuckled lightly at that. The fall had been fairly scary at the time, but now that she thought of it, it was almost funny. What about you? She didn't really enjoy talking about herself if she didn't really have any reason to. Anyways, Thrash was a much better story teller than she was!

Delaney hoped that the food would hurry up. She really wasn't one to sit around boredly and wait. It wasn't that things were awkward, no they were anything but that, but there was so much that they COULD be doing. Stupid, necessary bodily functions like eating and sleeping. They seemed to ruin everything. Smiling, she squeezed his hand, gently.

Delaney loved his eyes. They were such a bright blue and she had definitely not seen anyone with eyes like his before in her life. They were unique and they just seemed to fit his character to a tee! But, that being said, the stereotype for his kind was a drinker and a partier. She hoped he wasn't one of those kinds. Don't get her wrong, they could be really nice people, but kissing someone who was habitually inebriated or a smoker wasn't pleasant. She chose not to do either from long lectures from her parents and the fact that she was healthy.

She wouldn't break everything off with him if he was a drinker and/or a smoker. She'd be fairly disappointed in him. The whole lack of judgment thing scared her. Why would you want to do that to yourself? She didn't know and she never DID want to know.

There was so much that she didn't know about Thrash...where was she supposed to start? He would need to open up a bit. Just a bit so that she could have a place to start.

But things were so nice...did she really want to start something that could end up getting ugly? Of course not...but dear Lord, she was curious!

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