Snow. It's endless.
Despite the cold, a lone figure stands ahead.
He eyes you down. Exasperated. Judging. Curious moreso. How did you get here?
[ WHO ARE YOU? ]
The man's past rots behind his teeth.
With nowhere to go, it writhes in desperation. It infects his every action and every word. And even when it burrows deeper within and hollows him out, he can only cradle it helplessly.
To Harlan, his sole beginning - the only one he he will speak of - was running. Running and stealing himself into a near early grave in the form of a wind-beaten chocobo stable.
Whether or not he wanted to be discovered was a question left undetermined, as he found his answer in a lone rancher whose hands mended him back together again. Raised Harlan unconditionally like the son he once had.
But it did not matter how far he ran.
Throwing your mind and body into the jaws of labor would not allow you to forget yourself. As if dedicating the remainder of your small, fleeting life to an unknowing bystander who had only prolonged it could ever erase your sins.
And you knew it too, didn't you?
Because even in those frigid reaches - it follows. A looking glass is a staunch reminder, should you ever forget.
[ WHAT IS THIS PLACE? ]
Your vision narrows onto the lonely homestead.
It's an isolated chocobo ranch near Snowcloak. Said to be sponsored by a minor house in Ishgard, they don't get many visitors.
Footprints lead to a well-equipped chocobo prepared to brave the snowy wasteland. His services as a courier don't come cheap.
A gunblade rests on his back. Etched on the hilt is a worn Bozjan insignia. It's difficult to judge, but the weapon seems a fair bit large for his stature.
Buried in a nearby snowbank lies an old, tattered flyer. On it, a tent is scrawled in faded ink. Right. There was a tragic circus accident that happened a decade past, wasn't there?
The more time you spend outside the ranch, the temperature drops lower. The snow falls heavier. And the light dims quicker. This isn't normal.
[ GOODBYE ]
Keep moving forward.
Hi! It's the player! Thanks for taking the time to browse my little Carrd. Some notes:
I'm new to RPing! I'm really shy when it comes to actually doing the thing?? So, I apologize in advance if I'm slow or if I come off aloof!! I appreciate anyone who tries to connect with Harlan in good faith. <3
I'm open to any type of RP except ERP. I know at first glance Harlan may come off a bit dark/serious, but he can be silly. Sometimes. As a treat. :)
I'm more than happy to make friends!! Just note that my character is not me! And I am not my character!! Do not get this confused.
I will do my best to mirror replies. Please note that longer replies will, in turn, take more time to write.
If long-term RP happens, I would prefer both IC and OOC to be over 21.
No character death. However, non-permanent character injury is more than welcome.
Romance is reserved for people that I am personally close with OOC.
If you want to RP in the future or are unsure about anything, please /tell me!
More pics of this fella are here, if you wish to see more of him :D
