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[HARLEY JADE ANDREWS]

HARLEY JADE A N D R E W S

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A N D L E T I T S H I N E
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- - Full name: Harley Jade Andrews
- - Nick names: Harls, Leyley
- - Age: Twenty one
- - Birthday: March 24th
- - Hometown: Novosibirsk, Russia
- - Current Location: NY
- - Member Group: Ex-CIA
- - Sexuality: Straight
- - Face Claim: Mila Kunis
- - Canon Or Original: Canon

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C U Z Y O U R E A F I R E W O R K

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- - Likes:
Dogs
Fruit - especially apples
Her family (EX-CIA)
Thunderstorms and heavy rain
Snow
Christmas time
Pancakes
Steak
Food in general - really she eats as much as a pig
Dancing
Flirting
Men
Black Coffee
Alcohol
Spending time with her friends
Helping people
Listening to music
Kick boxing
Old samurai movies

- - Dislikes:
Hangovers
Assholes
Players
Bullies
Bitchy women
Losing
Liars
Public transport
The CIA
Fordham
Early mornings
Clowns
Being used
Idiots

- - Goals:

To stop The CIA and FORDHAM from using children
To avenge her family
To have kids of her own one day
To track down and find her brother

- - Fears:

Being alone / abandoned - Which is one of the reasons why she wants to take down the CIA, because they tossed her away like she was nothing.

Small, dark spaces - Harley suffers mildly from claustrophobia. She can stand being in tight confined spaces, but only because of her training with the CIA (her claustrophobia was much worse before they managed to claw it out of her) and only for so long before she starts to have an anxiety attack.

Clowns - They really freak her the hell out.

- - Habits:

Cracking her knuckels - she does this when anxious and on edge

Biting / chewing her lower lip - she does this when she's thinking a lot

- - Personality:

STRENGTHS: Independant. Confident. Playful. Spunky. Reliable. Quick Witted

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn. Headstrong / bad tempered. Uninhibited. Opinionated. Brutally honest. Swears like a sailor when she's angry. Sarcastic

Harley is vivacious, funny and a bit of a tomboy. She's the type of girl who will talk to anybody, whether they want her to or not. She loves to have a good time and is excellent at getting other people to go and have fun, she'll have you on the dance floor shaking your ass. She's very honest and probably too opinionated, (she says she has foot-in-mouth-syndrome because she usually always says what's on her mind and it's not always nice.) Harley loves to have a laugh, even at her own expense! Despite her carefree, laid back nature, Harley has a very mean temper and a very hothead. You'll know if you've pissed her off because she'll either be flipping you the bird or shouting cuss words at you; (she swears like a drunk sailor when she's mad.) This girl doesn't take bullshit from anybody and she'll let you know it. She isn't afraid to stand up for herself and she isn't afraid to speak up and defend someone even if others are. Harley is the type of girl that, once you gain her trust, will have your back no matter what.

Of course like every other person on the planet she has insecurities. Harley doesn't like people to think she's weak so even if she's having a shit day she'll bottle it all up and pretend like everythings okay, even though she's falling apart on the inside. The idea of falling in love scares her, which is why she flirts and only ever has one-night stands. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want the white picket fence, the dog, the guy and 2.5 kids one day, it's just that she stuggles with letting men in.

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- - Father: Anatoly Dubrovsky, 54, CIA, Deceased
- - Mother: Veronika Dubrovsky, 48, Deceased
- - Siblings: Stefan Dubrovsky, 26, Fordham
- - Other relationships: Anastasiya Zhidkov - Grandmother, 78, deceased
- - History:

Natalia Amelie Dubrovsky was born into a life of wealth and happiness on March 24th in the city of Novosibirsk, Russia. The Dubrovsky family lived a life of luxury, awarded to them by the Russian Embassy for her fathers work. That luxury stayed with them as they made their move over to the United States, where Anatoly was offered a job with the CIA. Natalia had been four at the time, much to young to know or understand that her father was a Russian Spy or that his actions would eventually lead to the untimely death of her mother and to her joining the masses of children being used by the CIA.

Up until the age of nine, Natalia had a very normal and carefree childhood. She went to school, she did ballet classes, she would fight with her brother and would bake with her mother. Her dad was never around but when he was he'd especially make time to spend with his two children and would call Natalia his 'malen'kaya printsessa' (little princess). Her mother, Veronika, was a stay at home wife, who spent her time cooking and taking care of her children. Little did Natalia know that Veronika too was an agent for the Russian Embassy, but who could have guessed? Veronika played the perfect stepford wife role down to a T. It was a month after her brothers birthday that things went horribly wrong.

Natalia remembered the day that they broke into her house. She remembered the smoke and the heat from the flames, remembered another kid dragging her from beneath her fathers bed, where she'd been hiding at her mothers request. She had kicked and screamed as she was dragged through the house and had even managed to wriggle herself free. By the time she'd ran down the stairs and had reached the kitchen, the boy had her again, but it didn't matter because her mother was laying on the kitchen floor, lifeless. All Natalia could remember then was being torn from her mothers body by someone much stronger this time, a man. And when she bit his hand as hard she could, drawing blood, all she remembered then was something hard hitting the back of her skull and then there was nothing.

The very next day, Natalia Dubrovsky was no more. Harley Andrews was born and boy was she pissed. Harley was notoriously known for being difficult when she was first drafted into the CIA, probably one of the most difficult to train. She was reckless, angry and volatile. It took the CIA a while to find an effective way to get her to fall in line, and that was through finding her weakness - the fact that she suffered from claustrophobia. They used it against her, going as far as to throw her into coffins that they'd 'bury' if she misbehaved. Harley was a smart girl and it took only a few trips of being locked up until she learned that she was going to have to play along. Besides, where else did she have to go? Who else did have to turn to? The sad and cold truth was that she had no one. Her mother was dead, her father was dead too; they had reminded her a number of times about that. And Stefan, she had no idea what had happened to her brother but she hoped that he was still alive.

Alone, Harley excelled as a spy, but due to her imulsive nature and her inability to realise that there's no 'I' in Team Work, she botched a few missions when it came down to working with others. When she succeeded, she was rewarded. When she failed, (which was more often when she was young but less so as she aged.) she was punished and often went without meals and the rare 'treats' they were given.

It was six months before her birthday that the CIA suddenly let her go. She was given her things, which all fit in one box, and was sent packing. If she was being honest, Harley felt a mix of emotions at being let go. First was fear, loss and abandonment, because she didn't know what to do or where to go. The next was joy and elation, because she was finally free of the place and the people that had taken her family away and the next was a blinding anger because the CIA had murdered her mother and father and had taken away the innocence and lives of all the other children they had used before her. Harley knew that she wasn't the first young agent to be tossed and she knew that she wouldn't be the last, the Ex-CIA who had banded together was proof of that. They found her the next day, sleeping in an alleyway and she's been with them ever since.

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- - Your name: LOKI
- - Your age: 16
- - Best way to contact you: PM dudes
- - Password: adminapproved
- - Roleplay Sample:

Gabby stared with half-lidded eyes at the menu held in her hands, not really paying it any attention but holding it up before her all the same. She already knew what she was going to order. She’d known before she’d entered the café, before she’d tumbled out of bed even. She knew because she ordered the same thing every Sunday morning without fail. The only reason she was staring at, but not really reading the menu, was because she waiting on her usual order of food and kind of bored. Anyway, as far as she knew, they could have added more dishes to the menu since last Sunday and she wanted to check them out. Not that it would have made any difference anyway.

Sat alone in the far corner of Chimera Cafe, a popular café in Hogsmeade and one of Gabby’s favorite haunts, she placed the menu back into it’s holder and crossed her arms on the tables surface, resting forward onto them. Her brown eyes did a quick sweep of the café, taking in the familiar surroundings and the unfamiliar faces of the other customers sat scattered around the large room. There weren’t many people in. Just a few couples here and there, which was how Gabby liked it. It was still early , 7:17 am to be exact and many people were still tucked up in bed. The Café was even more empty than usual not only because of the time but because of the fact that it was a Sunday. Most normal people liked to have a lazy Sunday by stopping in bed until noon. Gabby herself loved sleep. She wasn’t a morning person. At all. In fact she was a complete monster if ever woken up earlier than necessary. Her family knew that all too well. But dragging herself up at seven on a Sunday morning so that she was here for Chimera opening was something she was happily willing to do. Why? Because Mikey works Sundays. And Mikey makes the best damn pancakes in. The. World.

It was in her third year, on her first trip to Hogsmeade, that she'd stumbled across the Chimera Cafe. She'd stopped in to grab something to eat since she'd skipped breakfast up at Hogwarts. It was on that day that she met Mikey and the wonderfulness that were his panckakes. Over time, coming to the Cafe every Sunday for Mikey's pancakes had become something of a ritual. It didn't hurt that Gabby thought he was cute either, even though he was way too old for her. But there wasn't anything wrong with having a schoolgirl crush or hoping that he might one day propose to her. Gabby smiled at the idea of having Mikey for her husband. It would be brilliant. He'd make her pancakes everyday and life would be good. Of course he had a girlfriend and a baby, but she could fantasize. Besides she had.. well, her stupid crush on Felix.

The thought of her best friend popping into her head had her pulling out the wrapped christmas present she had yet to give to him. It was nothing much, just a silver chain with two dog tags attached. One inscribed with his name, Felix Wood and the other inscribed with the words "Never change." She'd wanted to put something else but everything she wanted to say seemed.. too personal. Too personal for just friends. So she'd ended up with some lame quote that she wasn't all that happy with. A frown pulled at her lips and she tucked away the present into her pocket. So much had happened since she had put everything on the line and confessed her feelings to Felix that she'd simply given up on the idea of anything happening between them. It was a lost cause and it hurt like hell but there wasn't much she could do without risking their friendship. She knew she didn't have the strength or courage to try, not again.

Being sat next to a window allowed Gabby to see that there was a light drizzle of rain spattering against the glass. Gabby didn't mind the rain. She, unlike most people, actually enjoyed it when it rained and couldn't understand why people got so down about it. It was only water after all.
Drumming her fingers against the table, Gabby smiled when the waitress arrived with her glass of orange juice and explained that her pancakes would be ten more minutes. "Thanks." She took a sip from her drink and when she placed the glass down on the table, she began to trace her index finger over the rim in slow circles, ignoring the growl of anticipation that rumbled in her stomach and the heavy ache in her heart.

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