Post by Kitty on May 27, 2012 23:15:24 GMT -5
Cleaner Harriet Martin
of Kepa City
[/i]of Kepa City
Harriet - 19 - Female
Place of Residence
Kepa City
Occupation
House cleaner
Preferred Pokémon
Water-types
Relationship Status
Single
Family
Daniel Martin - father
Lacey Martin - mother
Catherine (Cat) Martin - little sister
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Alice Cline - grandmother (mother's mother)
Richard Cline - grandfather (mother's father)
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Jenna Martin - grandmother (father's mother)
Will Martin - grandfather (father's father)
Appearance
Short, purple-haired, (natural brunette), tanned, s t r o n g , brown-eyed, curvy, striking
Harriet isn't the most beautiful of young ladies out there, nor is she the tallest, or the bustiest. However, she is striking. Something about her still seems to turn heads when she walks into a room. Not in any large-scale way, of course, but a few people will look at her when she enters. Brown, flashing eyes, a long, narrow nose, and full lips situated in an oval shaped face defines her facial structure. While not the prettiest in her face, she isn't ugly, either. Harriet outlines her eyes in dark liner. "Not to make me pretty," she explained once to her younger sister. "It makes me stand out more."
Though short in stature, 'delicate' is certainly not a word one would hear Harriet described as. She is plenty curvy--not to the extreme, but enough to give her a sexy, eye-catching appeal. Exercise has provided her with some muscling and good stamina; her arms and legs are packed with lean, strong muscles. She does her best to wear garb that emphasizes her curves and legs, two things she is quite proud of, and often wears tighter shirts and miniskirts or shorts, weather permitting. With warmer temperatures rolling around, she can be expected to break out the leg-baring outfits sometime soon. Her skin has a naturally darker pigmentation, which during summer is burn resistant and only deepens in colors.
Harriet lives for impulsive behavior. For the first eighteen and a half years of her life, she was a dark-haired brunette. Recently, she dyed her hair a dark purple, just because. Perhaps the strangeness of her hair color is what makes people glance at her, but Harriet likes to think that it isn't because she's pretty or ugly, it's because she's different. She's confident in her tanned skin and all of her five foot one glory, and it shows in the bold way she carries herself.
Personality
Extravagant, shrewd, extroverted, blunt, i m p u l s i v e , flirty, discontent
Everything about Harriet's personality screams loud. She is very much an extrovert, at ease in unfamiliar and uncomfortable settings and chatting it up with people everywhere she goes. Even at her young age, many people in Kepa City know her, or of her, simply because she gets out a lot and has so few reservations or discrimination as to who she interacts with. She has a very flashy, extravagant manner to the way she speaks and moves, being known to talk with her hands--her whole body, really--and add perhaps over-the-top dramatic effect to her words.
Despite her raucous mannerisms, Harriet is a, maybe unsurprisingly, clever young woman. She is very perceptive, having a keen ability to get the feel for one's personality upon the first meeting. For some, it is said that they can't judge someone after just one meeting because they hardly even know them, but Harriet can pretty well guess as to whether she'd like to continue hanging around this person or not after one conversation. She's also got a pretty good 'built-in lie detector'--Harriet can often guess if a person is lying or not. The young woman has a very good ability to read people.
Despite her often friendly, chatty demeanor, Harriet is known for her bluntness; in casual conversation she doesn't seem to possess any sort of filter between her brain or mouth, and so she usually says exactly what she's thinking, no matter how rude or random. She isn't likely to apologize, either. On the positive side, one can always tell when Harriet is being real or not. Though she has many friends overall, she has several fairly close friends simply because some people like her straightforwardness and value her loyalty.
Harriet is very much a discontent person. She isn't happy with her everyday average job, or the same old tiny little house. In fact, she is very impulsive, often acting on a whim--one such as dyeing her hair purple--just for a change of pace. She can be a bit eccentric when it comes to her 'just because' moments. Flirty and happy-go-lucky, she likes to hit on guys (and be hit on) though she has had very few real relationships. She doesn't seem to keen on settling down anytime soon, however, because Harriet has a fear of commitment.
In short, Harriet is the kind of witty, impulsive, talkative almost to the point of being irritating girl that people either love or hate.
History
Harriet comes from a long line of Kepa City-born family. Because her family has lived in the city for generations, they are relatively well-known among the citizens. The firstborn child of Lacey and Daniel Martin, Harriet was raised in a household that encouraged individuality from the moment she was able to walk and talk. Her parents were great; they didn't spoil her, exactly, and they raised her to be respectful of her elders, but they made her feel important, loved. When her little sister, Catherine, came along two years after her birth, they displayed the same love to her. Harriet was close to her sister, and they never bickered like so many siblings do. Simply put, Harriet's life was great.
The only problem were her grandparents.
You see, her mother's parents, Alice and Richard, had an intense dislike for Harriet's father, simply because they didn't like her father's parents, Jenna and Will. They had a bit of a Montague-Capulet-esque feud going between their families, though her parents' tale didn't end in tragedy.
Her mother's family, the Clines, were straight-laced and serious, and owned a popular law firm in town. They believed taking care of Pokémon was too time-consuming, and so owned none. Richard was a well-known, successful lawyer, and Alice was his secretary. Her father's family, on the other hand, were widely known for their radical ideas. It was not surprising to see the Martin herd standing with picket signs, protesting something. They believed that owning Pokémon was a sort of animal cruelty, and so they owned none, either. Harriet's parents grew up without Pokémon, and so did she and her sister.
When they protested the Cline Law Firm for being 'prejudiced', well, things started to go downhill. The firm put a lawsuit on the Martins, though it was eventually annulled with threats of imprisonment if the Martins protested again. Of course, they did, and the father spent a month in jail for it.
Predictably, Lacey Cline met Daniel Martin and, without knowledge that they were dating their family's enemies' children, they hit it off and started a relationship. Daniel didn't buy into his parents' methods of 'changing the world' (it wasn't even widely known that they had a son), and Lacey was the secretly fun-loving daughter to strict law-abiding parents, so they didn't make the connection until they 'met the family'. Of course, neither family was happy about the relationship, but they expected their children to break it off eventually. It wasn't like they'd get married or anything. Of course, Lacey and Daniel did.
And the rest is history.
After being estranged from their parents for the first few years of marriage, both sets of grandparents stepped back in immediately when news of Harriet's birth was announced. They insisted that their way of raising the child was the 'correct' way, though each clearly had very different methods. Lacey and Daniel made an effort to shield Harriet and her younger sister from this, instead encouraging them to be whatever they wanted to be rather than what others wanted them to be.
This worked until Harriet became a teenager, when her father's parents convinced her to go to a protest against animal cruelty at the local humane society with them. At just fifteen, Harriet was arrested and spent her first night ever in jail. Unfortunately, it was not her last. Her parents brought her home and scolded her fiercely, as well as the grandparents involved.
Over the next three years, Harriet would be arrested nine times.
Angry with Harriet's parents, her law firm-owning grandparents stepped in and began bringing young Cat over to their side, pitting grandparents against parents and sister against sister. For three years, the family was in chaos and the once close and loving family was pushed to its limits. Harriet struggled with severe depression during those years--being a teenager, her emotions were already strong and volatile, and the constant arguing with her sister and the screaming matches her parents got into with their parents pushed her to the edge. Cat struggled with her own depression as well, and at last the two sisters made up and cut off all contact with their grandparents. Cat would no longer study law with them, and Harriet would cease participating in the protests. At the age of eighteen, her life was finally on the right track again.
Harriet graduated from high school on once-again loving terms with her family, who was back to encouraging her to do what she wanted instead of what was 'socially acceptable'. Soon after her graduation, she dyed her hair dark purple. It was about this time that both sets of grandparents realized their grandchildren were unreachable, and they backed off to sulk, abandoning their kids and grandkids. (Who were perfectly okay with this.)
Harriet has moved into her own small apartment recently, and has gotten a job working as a house cleaner to pay the rent. She's ready to be herself now, and that means she wants to live by herself. Though she doesn't exactly love cleaning houses--hates it, in fact--it does pay relatively well since she cleans for a few of the more wealthy homeowners in Kepa City.
It was working for one of these people that she got her first Pokémon, a female Azurill that she named Juliet simply for the irony of her family situation. A Pokémon trainer she worked for offered to give her his Azurill that he'd been training for a little bit. Though she never had time to get into the whole training thing, she took very good care of the Azurill, and eventually it evolved into a Marill--"because of your friendship", the man she worked for explained.
Harriet's fond relationship with Juliet has led her to a bias towards water types of Pokémon; it's not like she's ever really had any other types, after all. Perhaps one day she'll fix that and go traveling.
Other
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Party Pokémon
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| Marill ♀ |
| Lvl 8 |
| Tackle Defense Curl Tail Whip --- |
RP Sample
The spring day dawned bright and clear. It was the perfect temperature--not too cold, not overly hot--and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The perfect day for someone to do just about anything, be it work or play. Only the strange would feel sad on a day like this; it was simply one of those days.
Unfortunately no one ever called Harriet Martin 'normal'.
The young woman rolled out of bed, her purple hair in wild disarray and her unwashed eyeliner smeared halfway down her face. Upon reaching the bathroom, she glowered briefly at her reflection in the mirror, and set about beautifying herself. Clearly having no hope of containing her bedhead situation, her hair went up in a simple ponytail, but Harriet managed to scrub off the old eyeliner and reapply more with the ease of much practice. Grimacing at her reflection, she hurriedly changed into her tacky baby blue work clothes.
"Well, Harriet," she told her reflection, "at least there's no one you need to look good for when you're cleaning toilets."
As she walked out the door she called for her Marill, Juliet, who hopped over and joined her. "C'mon, girl," she said, smiling slightly. Having never been fond of Pokeballs, Harriet preferred letting her Pokémon have free reign of the house.
Her job for the day was a short walk away; she worked for a family named McReuban twice a week. They weren't exactly the nicest people--quite snobby, really--but they always gave Harriet their leftovers from dinner the night before. In Harriet's opinion, she could ask for no better. Cash and a free meal. The prospect of a free meal was a major contributing factor to her getting up that morning.
Mr. McReuban greeted her at the front door of his house; his bushy mustache was ruffled on one side and smushed on the other, much like his hair. He gets bedstache, Harriet noted with a grim smile. He was still in his robe, his large belly barely contained inside the fluffy blue fabric. Mrs. McReuban wasted no time in giving her the list of tedious though not entirely unnecessary tasks needing done around the large McReuban home.
Determined to conquer the worst first, she made straight for Mr. McReuban's private bathroom. She could tell from the smell that they'd probably had Mexican the night before.
Well, Harriet, she thought in disgust, setting to work, at least they aren't the Turners. They come later today.
And so she was lost in yet another day of cleaning up other people's messes.
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