Character: Harpio Mara



<span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:70pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Harpio Mara

<span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Appearance Harpio is a very pretty woman but this is a simple rumor in the world of Pakari. Harpio wears a mask as it's heavily connected to her magic, you'll consistently see her wearing something that covers a part of her face, it could be a simple bandaid over her nose that will keep her sane but she rather prefers the decorative masks she finds around. Very few people have seen her without a mask, usually those people don't live to see another day. Harpio has long black hair, it's straight and it falls like a waterfall over her shoulders, when it's over her shoulder, it reaches her lower back. Harpio has Heterochromia iridium which is having two different color irises. Her right is a icy blue with a navy ring inside of it, her left is a deep green. The inner ring of her iris is a light yellow and the outer ring is a dark green. Harpio has pale skin, sort of like porcelin, her lips are always are pink and when it's cold, they get red. She consistently wears a medium brown cloak with a light brown fur topping the hood, it's obviously too big for her and is old and worn at the edges clearly giving it and older look.

Dark Harpio "Dark Harpio" is often referred to Masquerade. Masquerade only comes out when Harpio uses her magic to an extreme level. During this time though, Harpio's eyes go blank and she starts to cry a runny black liquid that leaves streaks on her face. She wears a smile constantly in this state and she will hurt anyone who stands in her way of her "finding her son" whom is assumedly deceased. <span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Personality Harpio is a cold person without really trying to be. She finds it hard to practice positive communication with adults, she will seem snobbish, cold, offstandish and not the person to deal with. Despite her short stature, she is nonetheless intimidating. Though with people she trusts she will be very playful, kind, and overly sweet. She can even be considered childish which can be endearing after time. When you see her with kids, she is bright and happy. You can see that her mood gets a lot better and there are some occasions where she actually takes off her mask. Though the one way to ruin it all, would be mentioning it, as soon as you do, she loses all expression and goes steely. She prefers not to seem weak, refusing to be the damsel in distress. Though, there are some people where she's just naturally friendly to- people who look like, or remind her of people she once knew.

Dark Harpio (Masquerade) This variation of Harpio is a dangerous one. Her sole quest is to "find her son" whom is assumedly deceased. She will drain anyone who tries to stop her and it's impossible to get her out of this state until she's at least a bit tired. With her appearance change, so does her personality. Instead of being tough and strong, she's rather weak and vulnerable, begging anyone she sees if they had seen her son "a little boy about five. He has black hair and green eyes! Green eyes like his father!" Sometimes, Masquerade will lock herself in a room where you can hear her crying for hours, that is if Harpio changes into Masquerade in a normal state. If Harpio changes into Masquerade in a angry state- all hell breaks loose and no one survives her wrath. (Minus children of course.)

<span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Skills, Abilities, & Weapons MagicHarpio has what's considered Negative Magic but her variation of it is called Magic Absorption. She has the ability to absorb other people's magic energy or their mana, this can be quite dangerous though because the human body (those born with magic) requires Mana to survive. The human body contains mana and when it's forcibly taken from an ability like Magic Absorption, the body goes into a sort of emergency mode- but without the mana required for that emergency mode, the body begins to shut down causing a great illness to be brought down upon a person- this could even become fatal if severe. But she needs a conductor, which can be the ground, or anything touching a person, and it can even be simply touching another person. This of course, does NOT mean that Harpio is unbeatable- she does have limits on how much she can absorb and how she can absorb it!

Skills '''Burning Food

This is unfortunately self explanatory.

'''Piano She had been playing for she could remember and remained to show that she had some decent skill with playing it

<span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Relationships & Family Harpio's family is rather unknown to the population of Pakari, she never talks about them but for the form, they will be known and present! Harpio's Father - Harpio's Father's name is Richard Farly, he was a nonmagic (also called Itrits). He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was approximately 5'8 and a very kind and gentle man. He passed away when Harpio turned 18. Harpio's Mother - Harpio's Mother's name is Harper Farly, she had Shadow Magic. She had black hair and brown eyes. She was approxinately 5'3. She was not a kind nor affectionate person, rather she took advantage of her husbands kindness. It's a rumor (In their hometown) that she killed her husband. She's currently 56 and living in their hometown. Harpio's Brother - Harpio's Brother's name is Benjamin Farly. He has black hair and brown eyes. He stands to be 5'11 and is currently 26. His status is unknown. Harpio's Husband - Harpio's Husband's name is Liam Marazo. He had Time Magic, specifically forward time, which allowed him to see a possible future. After his assumed death, Harpio had taken the last name Mara instead Marazo. They had got married when Harpio was 18, they had a baby when she was 20. Liam has blonde hair and electric green eyes. And would be currently 27, he assumedly passed away when he was 23. Harpio's Son - Her son's name is Oliver Marazo. They didn't know what magic he had, though he would have had Time Shadow Magic (Which was the ability to create shadows of scenes that had previously happened). Her son has black hair and green eyes like his father. He assumedly passed away when he was 1, currently he would be 6.

Friends N/A. Will be updated as rp continues Person: Description

Enemies N/A. Will be updated as rp continues Person: Description <span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Trivia 1. No one actually knows if her husband and son are actually dead, they just found bloodstains and they were missing for over a month before they were declared dead.

2. Harpio loves the snow, she'll beg weather mages to make it snow on her son's birthday (December 3rd)

3. Harpio usually declines all invitations to parties.

<span class="" style="background:linear-gradient(45deg, orange 45px, transparent 45px)64px 64px, linear-gradient(40deg, red 45px, transparent 45px,transparent 91px, yellow 91px, red 135px, transparent 135px), linear-gradient(-45deg, red 23px, transparent 23px, orange 68px, red 68px, yellow 113px,transparent 113px,orange 158px, yellow 158px); background-size: 128px 128px;; -webkit-background-clip: text; -webkit-text-fill-color: transparent;text-shadow: 0px 3px 10px red;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:40pt;font-weight:normal;line-height:60px;">Biography Masks hide either the purity or the monstrosity

It was freezing in the room, if there were any type of water- it more than likely would have already frozen. It was only because the simple room had little to no insolation. There was a stench of rubbing alcohol that burned the nostrils. It was small, perhaps the smallest in the whole city. There was simple furniture, simple walls, and a small little sink on the left wall from the door. There were cabinets all over the right wall- which was probably the only interesting thing in the small room. They ranged from different styles and different colors- most of them visibly put up in a rush. The biggest piece of furniture in there was a small bed laying on a metal frame. There was a sink in the corner In the bed, was a woman. Her black hair sprayed the pillows easily and her skin was pale. Her shirt was dyed red. She was short, her knees pulled up as she tossed her head back and forth- mumbling something from time to time. Her face was covered by a rather strange mask. The only part of her face that was visible was her eye and a minuscule part of flesh around it. Her eyes were squeezed shut

“God. You’re bleeding.” His voice was soft and quiet and was soothing. She smiled showing all her teeth, it was hard to smile.

“You... think?” She whispered. It felt hard to breathe. She could taste the copper on her tongue. She honestly really didn’t think that it would be this bad.

“Quit being sarcastic.” He grumbled, looking over her injuries. He was worried and that itself scared her. She shivered. Her eyes burned with tears.

“That’s... no fun.” She paused for a second. “Can you fix it?” His frown was deep as she spoke but he raised his eyes to hers and they softened.

“When have I never been able to fix you up before?”

“N..ever. B..But this is different... Than.. before”

“Quit asking stupid questions.”

He was tall, if they were to be standing next to each other, he easily towered over her without even meaning to. His skin was a deep mocha color, matched with white spots on his nose and cheeks. They were considered to be freckles in some sort of way. His hair was a light blonde, contrasting greatly with his skin tone. Today his hair was pulled up into a bun, only some of the curly blonde strands poked out of the hairstyle. The best part of his features had to be his eyes, they were soft and easy to read. They were blue, bright, and icy with a warmth she couldn’t explain- but this time they were troubled with worry. She hated that look on his face. His clothing was simple, a white tee and a pair of black trousers- she felt bad. His white shirt was stained with blood and so were his hands as the tall man had to carry her in. She frowned, and not because of her pain in her abdomen but rather the look on his face.

“Are you…...okay?” She finally said after they sat in silence for a minute, one because she was worried, the other because the blood seeping from her body and making her rather lightheaded. His eyes looked up at her before he turned and walked over to his cabinet.

“You remember when we met?” How could she forget? She had just moved to town and was sleeping in alleyways and barely had anything to eat. She had been jumped by multiple people and had gone to the first house she could- it just happened to be his. He took her in and cared for her till she got better- then she began to work for him and help him. They became a team, his healing magic,... and her extra pair of hands.

“How could... I forget? You opened the door.. with a pink rabbit.. onesie.” She joked with a breathless laugh.

“Do you remember what I told you that night?” He asked, pulling supplies out of his cabinet. She couldn’t see what all he had grabbed.

“Duh... You looked at me and said... ‘Holy shit, let me help you.’” She mocked his voice poorly, giving the best smile she could muster.

“That wasn’t the only thing I told you,” He hummed, moving to sit beside her. He gently pulled up her shirt, causing her to shiver. His frown deepened as he saw the wound. “I also told you that I would take care of you, no matter what happened.” He spoke quietly as he laid his supplies down on the table.

“Yeah. So what of it?” She spoke softly, almost as soft as his voice. She had a deep, strange feeling in her stomach. When was the last time she felt this way?

“I need to ask you something. And I... I want you to think about it for a long while.” He spoke, reaching up and pulling his square glasses off his face and setting them on the side table. The look on his face made her feel awful. “I’m planning on moving. And I want you to move with me. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I..” He paused before gently reaching forward and touching her skin around the wound, which caused her to close her eyes. “You’re a good companion and a good helper. I would hate to lose your expertise in sewing.” He joked before she felt the warmth in her skin. She adored his magic. It always made her feel good, safe. She felt complete and comfortable with his every touch. It caused a deep warm sensation all over her body as if she was covered up with a warm blanket. She sighed deeply, the deep aching in her body slowly fading away.

“This.. is one hell... Of a conversation topic. Where are you planning on moving?” She questioned after a second, slowly regaining her strength.

“Just a small country. Pakari.” He said softly, pulling his touch away from her. His eyes were closed as he shuttered.

“Pakari?” She hadn’t even heard of it before.

“Yeah. It’s more of a... Third world country. It’s hard to get there but.. It’ll be worth it. It’s away from the world, and it’s barely heard of. I only found it in a history book.” He chuckled, reaching over and grabbing his glasses to put them on his face, his hands were still bloody. “Anyways, it’s time to change the subject, I don’t want to bombard you with any information just yet. Do you want to explain what happened to you? It’s not every day that you come home with a wound such as this. It looks like a gunshot- you’re lucky. Whatever you were shot with went fully through and didn’t hit any vital organs.” He grunted, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Oh.. uh..” She chuckled softly. “You know me, I can’t stay away from a fight…” When his eyes got even more suspicious, she released her breath deeper, trying to sit up, but there was still soreness in her whole being. He had to help her up when he noticed her struggling.

“You’ll be sore for a while. I can’t heal stuff like this so easily. I’d deplete all my magic and wouldn’t have anything for any more emergencies. Plus, if it wasn’t as severe with blood loss, I would have only stitched you up.” He said apologetically. “Now, what happened. You know these... Things you do can get you killed, then what?”

“It’s fine.” She stressed. “I’m fine! See? Not dead.” He stood up, barely glancing at her. The annoyance he radiated, even she could see.

“Not dead yet.” He said softly. “But you will if you continue this.” There was a moment of silence, he turned to walk out of the door.

“There was this drunk..” She said softly. “He was threatening a little boy with a gun... He was going to shoot him, but I... I got in the way. I’m sorry.” He looked back at her, sighing heavily before walking back further into the room. He looked at her bloodied shirt then at his self. He shook his head before walking over to the sink, turning the water on.

“You know, self-sacrifice isn’t always the best option.” He grunted. She watched him wash his hands, watching the red liquid from her body dye the pure, clear liquid. After a minute of washing his hands, he pulled off his shirt, reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out a blue shirt and pulling it on. It was scrubs but it was better than not having a shirt. He grabbed another one before walking back to her bedside. He placed the shirt in her lap, she gave him a thankful smile, not moving yet to put it on yet.

“Maybe it’s not. But I didn’t..” Her voice faltered. “He looked so scared... He was so small... He couldn’t have been over six..” He sat on the corner of her bed. He reached over and took her hand.

“I know... But, what can you do against a gun like that? What happens when that drunk is that kid’s father?” He spoke in a gentle tone. She closed her eyes and took her hand from his.

“I think I need to rest..” She whispered. He stood up and nodded his head. “Thanks, Elm. For helping me..”

“You know I’ll help you no matter what, Harpio.”

Harpio grew up in a simple village in a small corner of the world. She had her mother, father, and her older brother. First she lost her father, then her brother vanished from her life, and she was left in the care of her unaffectionate mother. She wasn't entirely alone during this time though, she had her companion Liam, soon to become her husband. He proposed for her hand almost a year after her father's death, then the next year happened and she had a son. She was happy.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“No. Why would I be?”

“I don’t mean tired, like sleepy tired, I meant aren’t you fed up?

“Fed up of what?”

“This life, this feeling, this misunderstanding. The way people look at you through the corner of their eye, and how they whisper behind your back?”

“It's our life.”

“What if we could change it?”

“Then we would change it.”

The day was cloudy and cold. The sky was a dull gray, expertly showing how their day to day was every moment of their life. They sat on the hill, the smell of rain was prominent.

“What if we could leave?” His voice was deep and silky, soft as velvet. His hands grabbed the grass on the ground, it was yellow and was clearly dead, he pulled it up and out of the soil. The cold air made it well known that it was indeed getting close to the Winter. He gently released his hold of the grass watching it fall out of his hand and into the sky, being carried by the wind.

“Then we would leave.” His partner whispered, her black hair flowing freely around her shoulders. Her eyes moved towards her partner’s face, his features seemed to be tormented. They were dark, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were staring just past her- perhaps to a future they had lost time ago. She gave him a meek smile. Her hand reached out and laid on his sleeve. It was rough- rather unlike the skin underneath.

“What if I found a way?” His voice got as soft as his partners. His eyes finally softened and focused on his partner. His eyes were always so strange. So very beautiful. They were green, with a yellow ring inside. They were neon, bright but they always were- unless he was angry or thinking they were black. He couldn’t help but smile at her. Her appearance was outstanding. Her pale, porcelain skin looked soft to the touch. Her face- one of which he knew to be beautiful, was hidden behind a mask, one of her more revealing ones. Just a black, dazzling mask covering the middle of her face. Her eyes staring right at him, soft and kind. They were perhaps just as strange as his, maybe a little more strange. On the left was a green eye, beautiful and strange, with brown intertwined in the green. Her right though, was a blue, a light white creating a silver ring by her pupil.

“What are you trying to tell me? My darling,” She asked, reaching forward and touching his face. Her thumb gently caressing his cheek. “Quit asking me these foolish questions. They only confuse me.”

“I found a way.” He said again, his head leaning into her hand. Her eyes teared up, his smile was bright too.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispered.

“Pregnant?” His eyes went wide as he heard her speak. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? When did you find out? It’s mine, right?” His smile grew more and more as he spoke. Her relief was immediate but it gave away to surprise.

“Of course it's yours, why would you dare assume otherwise!” She answered with wide eyes. “And I found out last week, I was waiting for the right time!”

“The only reason I make that accusation is because, my sweet, we’ve been married for almost a year now and we haven’t even had any false alarm pregnancies!” He stood up suddenly, reaching down and grabbing her hands and pulling her into a standing position. She grinned up at him. “When is our child due?” He asked gently, one hand resting on her stomach.

“In six months,” She whispered quietly. He nodded his head as if confirming something to himself.

“Then we will leave in eight months. That way, you can still rest and not have to work until after you're fully recovered from having our baby.” When he said our his eyes gleamed brightly with an excitement she had never seen before.

“Alright, my darling.” She said happily, her hand covering his on her stomach.

“We’ll be a family.” He whispered, starstruck. And that was when the rain began to pour. She would never forget how big his smile was when she told him, it made her feel foolish that she could ever think he would be scared of the possibility.

Happy for a complete year.

"No.. No.. Nonono!" She stood there struck. Her eyes were wide, tears were already fallen. She had entered their house, a small one on the corner of town. The door was lying on the floor, knocked down from some force she couldn't fathom. She had already searched the small two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen. Nothing. Nothing but blood. She slipped down onto her knees, her mask falling down, off her face. She couldn't help but scream and cry.

"PLEASE! SOMEONE! JUST NO!" She slammed her hands down on the ground in front of her, her tears unstoppable at that point. "TAKE ME INSTEAD! Don't.. Don't take them.. Take me.. Take me.. Please.." She was whispering to no one. "IF THERE IS A GOD, TAKE ME INSTEAD! BRING THEM BACK! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!" Her eyes shut as she sobbed, her forehead toucing the ground in front of her. "Please.. just take me.. take me too at least.. Give me back my baby.. Give me back my baby.. Give me back my love.. Someone.. p..please.." Her whispers were getting faint. She fell onto her side, crying, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her face into her knees. "p..lease.."