VanitysxFairest
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OOC: Open to a male. Preferably one who doesn't mind playing it out for a while and knows a bit about the Irish countryside. (Forgive me for I'm not acquainted with it, I've been dying to get there for a while now)
Name: Harper Kavanagh
Age: 19
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Slender/Athletic
Hair: Flaxen Blonde
Eyes: Olive Green
Occupation: Varsity College Volleyball player(center) and aspiring photographer.
General Information: All-American, but Irish Harper Kavanagh had just completed her freshman year of college. Given the break time that they have before the start of the next semester, Harper decided to go to Ireland. With the aid of her parents and the accompaniment of her sister, she manages to get the money for the tickets. The two arrive in Ireland where they split up to enjoy themselves better. Deciding that there's nothing fun to photograph in the city, she takes a ride to the farmlands of Ireland. From there she takes a walk down into the country side, where she'll find more than inspiration for her photos.
IC: The pale tints and hues of the setting sun spread across the blue skies. Its fading light illuminating the earth in fiery shades of reds and oranges. The farmlands of the countryside were spread far distances apart. Each bearing its own crop and own family to tend it. The farms themselves were far from the hillside paths. Their crop bearing fields the closet to these grassy mounds. The empty land stretched out farther than the eye could see and the city stayed its distance away, glad to keep its countryside free of any civilization. The summer air was warm, but as the night descended upon the land a cool breeze brushed through the tendrils of grass. It was no wonder why the young photographer had chosen this place to capture. With a camera in one hand and a purse slung on her shoulder, she walked the gravel pathway through the hillside. She walked slowly her long skinny jean clad legs casting a moving shadow onto the grass. The peachy skin of her arms were exposed by the tight fitting brown blouse.
Harper's steps fell to a halt as she found a point on the hill where the view of the sunset was perfect. The glowing half-orb was at it's largest. The hillsides, Irish Loch and the farmlands were right in it's protective enclosure. It's rays had cast a thousand different shades of yellows, oranges, pinks and reds. It was a truly beautiful sight. With one fluid motion Harper brought the camera up to her eye pausing to get the focus right and snapped the photo. She waited as the preview rendered in the small digital screen of her nikon. It was perfect. The angle, the lighting and all the detail was there. All Harper had to do now was find more inspiration for her photos.
She continued walking. The breeze blowing past chilling her bare arms. Although she was tired, she wasn't finished yet. She wanted to capture all of the countryside. To get as much as she could before she went back to boring old Stanford. As much as she loved California, it was nothing compared to Ireland. It was her homeland and her birthplace. There was nothing that could beat the beauty of it. It saddened her a little that she didn't know more about this place. She knew more about the U.S. than she did Ireland. Harper didn't have an accent, a face or even a familiarity of the land to at least appear Irish. No. All she had was a shirt (That said kiss me I'm Irish), a family, traditions and of course old photos and stories to prove her statement. It was hard not knowing her own homeland.
Harper stopped again as she noticed a small doll on the side of the gravel pathway. It was dirty and trampled. A sign that it had been there for a while. With a smile she took a snapshot of the doll. If it weren't for the fact that it was on the roadside and dirty, she would have picked it up. But as for hygiene purposes she'd leave it alone. It reminded her of when she was a kid. When nothing in the world mattered, but marrying an Irish man. That was all she wanted. To continue the strong Irish lineage in her family. Even her sister, a natural Kavanagh, Emily was engaged to a man who was at least half-Irish. To top it he was part Scottish, so it was enough to tame Harper's parent's disappointment. But they still weren't happy. They were worried about their Harper. Their one and only Harper. What if her American childhood led her to forget about her Irish lineage. They couldn't have that. So when Harper asked them to go to Ireland, they paid the costs and shipped her off.
Harper sighed as she continued on her leisured walk. It was getting late, but she really didn't want to go back to her cottage. She was about to turn around and head back, when something caught her eye. There just a feet yards away was a sheep. A lone wandering sheep. Quickly Harper got down on a knee and adjusted her camera. She zoomed in and waited for the perfect shot. It looked her way, but at the moment she snapped the shot it bolted away. Something had scared it and Harper was not happy. She waited for the photo to load and to her disdain, the sheep was nothing, but a white blur and a crummy lighted photo. Harper gritted her teeth nearly throwing her camera down in the process, but she stopped herself. She wasn't going to damage six hundred dollars worth of equipment in one night.
Name: Harper Kavanagh
Age: 19
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs
Build: Slender/Athletic
Hair: Flaxen Blonde
Eyes: Olive Green
Occupation: Varsity College Volleyball player(center) and aspiring photographer.
General Information: All-American, but Irish Harper Kavanagh had just completed her freshman year of college. Given the break time that they have before the start of the next semester, Harper decided to go to Ireland. With the aid of her parents and the accompaniment of her sister, she manages to get the money for the tickets. The two arrive in Ireland where they split up to enjoy themselves better. Deciding that there's nothing fun to photograph in the city, she takes a ride to the farmlands of Ireland. From there she takes a walk down into the country side, where she'll find more than inspiration for her photos.
IC: The pale tints and hues of the setting sun spread across the blue skies. Its fading light illuminating the earth in fiery shades of reds and oranges. The farmlands of the countryside were spread far distances apart. Each bearing its own crop and own family to tend it. The farms themselves were far from the hillside paths. Their crop bearing fields the closet to these grassy mounds. The empty land stretched out farther than the eye could see and the city stayed its distance away, glad to keep its countryside free of any civilization. The summer air was warm, but as the night descended upon the land a cool breeze brushed through the tendrils of grass. It was no wonder why the young photographer had chosen this place to capture. With a camera in one hand and a purse slung on her shoulder, she walked the gravel pathway through the hillside. She walked slowly her long skinny jean clad legs casting a moving shadow onto the grass. The peachy skin of her arms were exposed by the tight fitting brown blouse.
Harper's steps fell to a halt as she found a point on the hill where the view of the sunset was perfect. The glowing half-orb was at it's largest. The hillsides, Irish Loch and the farmlands were right in it's protective enclosure. It's rays had cast a thousand different shades of yellows, oranges, pinks and reds. It was a truly beautiful sight. With one fluid motion Harper brought the camera up to her eye pausing to get the focus right and snapped the photo. She waited as the preview rendered in the small digital screen of her nikon. It was perfect. The angle, the lighting and all the detail was there. All Harper had to do now was find more inspiration for her photos.
She continued walking. The breeze blowing past chilling her bare arms. Although she was tired, she wasn't finished yet. She wanted to capture all of the countryside. To get as much as she could before she went back to boring old Stanford. As much as she loved California, it was nothing compared to Ireland. It was her homeland and her birthplace. There was nothing that could beat the beauty of it. It saddened her a little that she didn't know more about this place. She knew more about the U.S. than she did Ireland. Harper didn't have an accent, a face or even a familiarity of the land to at least appear Irish. No. All she had was a shirt (That said kiss me I'm Irish), a family, traditions and of course old photos and stories to prove her statement. It was hard not knowing her own homeland.
Harper stopped again as she noticed a small doll on the side of the gravel pathway. It was dirty and trampled. A sign that it had been there for a while. With a smile she took a snapshot of the doll. If it weren't for the fact that it was on the roadside and dirty, she would have picked it up. But as for hygiene purposes she'd leave it alone. It reminded her of when she was a kid. When nothing in the world mattered, but marrying an Irish man. That was all she wanted. To continue the strong Irish lineage in her family. Even her sister, a natural Kavanagh, Emily was engaged to a man who was at least half-Irish. To top it he was part Scottish, so it was enough to tame Harper's parent's disappointment. But they still weren't happy. They were worried about their Harper. Their one and only Harper. What if her American childhood led her to forget about her Irish lineage. They couldn't have that. So when Harper asked them to go to Ireland, they paid the costs and shipped her off.
Harper sighed as she continued on her leisured walk. It was getting late, but she really didn't want to go back to her cottage. She was about to turn around and head back, when something caught her eye. There just a feet yards away was a sheep. A lone wandering sheep. Quickly Harper got down on a knee and adjusted her camera. She zoomed in and waited for the perfect shot. It looked her way, but at the moment she snapped the shot it bolted away. Something had scared it and Harper was not happy. She waited for the photo to load and to her disdain, the sheep was nothing, but a white blur and a crummy lighted photo. Harper gritted her teeth nearly throwing her camera down in the process, but she stopped herself. She wasn't going to damage six hundred dollars worth of equipment in one night.
