SORENSON, Harper May

Name: Harper May Sorenson
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Hometown: Blairsville Georgia
Group: Northern Mountains
Position: Scavenger
Face Claim: Arielle Kebbel

deeper in

Appearance

Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour: Brunette
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 146 lbs.
Preferred Weapons: Double Barrel shot gun, large hunting knife, lawn mower blade (scavenged)
Basic Appearance: Harper is more of a “pretty” small town girl, who has a face anybody could love. She actually looks younger than she really is, with tan skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Harper has an average height of 5”8 and an average weight of one hundred forty pounds, though she is secretive about it. She has chubby cheeks that glow bright red when anyone compliments her. With very perky lips, she could wear any colour lipstick and make it look good on her. Harper has long hair that goes down past her breasts, and bangs that frame her face very well. You will usually see Harper in a tank top, a pair of shorts (some days, she’ll wear skinny jeans if it’s the right weather), her promise ring that her boyfriend gave her a couple days before all hell broke loose, and combat boots that fit her feet like a glove.

Personality and Past


Personality: Harper has more of a positive personality than anything else. An optimist at heart brings her to look at the good things in life. Although there is an apocalypse happening right on her door step, she continues to look to what’s going to happen when everything clears up. Even though most of the world died, she still believes that they went to a better place than where she is. Harper is a people lover, more social than anyone. A hopeless romantic, she fantasizes and hopes that one day she’ll find her true love. But, when the apocalypse started, her path to love was altered. Since she grew up poor in a small town, Harper learned to enjoy the little things in life. Harper is a very family oriented person, loving all children she comes across. She also hopes to have a family of her own someday. She is an animal person, mostly dog. Harper always wanted to be a veterinarian, but got stuck at a dead end job at the gas station close to home.

Likes: Animals, movies, walking, talking, and singing

Dislikes: Negativity, walkers, gossiping, non-music lovers, her work place

History: Harper May was born October 30 to Jonah and Mary Wilcox. When Harper was 14, her father died in a motorcycle accident, leaving she and her mother alone. Five years later, before Harper moved to her small (in – town) apartment, her mother had gotten married to a man from out of town, moving with him back to Florida, while she stayed where she grew up. The year later, when Harper was twenty, she met Lucas Sorenson (a twenty three year old, third grade teaching assistant), who she had married two years later. When Harper was twenty four, she had given birth to a baby girl, named Riley Josephine Sorenson. Before anyone knew it, the apocalypse hit, leaving Harper stunned when her husband and daughter both turned. Now, Harper is going across Georgia, on a hunt for survival, with her friend, Charlie, and other survivors.

Family

Father: Jonah Lee Wilcox
Mother: Mary Stephanie Jones - Wilcox
Partner: Lucas Dane Sorenson
Children: Riley Josephine Sorenson

about the creator

Name: Alice
Age: 14
Other Characters: Sophia Peletier
RP Sample: Harper scanned the room for anything that could be scavenged easily, or any supplies that might help her group out in any way possible. It was very dark, the air thick with dust, and, of course, smell of a rotting corpse, something that doesn't ever bring good luck. The only light that came into the room was natural, brought in by a small open window in the corner. Expectedly, she heard a moan in the corner, where all shadows met. The shuffling of feet heading her way was nearly enough to terrify, but she was used to this by now. She readied her weapon, a large lawn mower blade. She suddenly thought, that now would be a good time for her to use her remaining flashlight power. Pulling it out of her bag, she turned it on as quick as possible, only to see that the walker was less than five feet away from her. Harper let out a cry of fear and dropped the flash light, taking a large swing at the walker’s head, over and over again, waiting for the walker’s death. It groaned as Harper made that last hit, between its eyes.
She was done with this place… there was nothing left for her, from what she could see when she picked up her flickering flash light. It had all been scavenged before she had gotten there. Before she was about to leave, she spotted something shiny from where the walker was standing. Not rushing, she walked over to it, slowly with caution. A silver bag lie there, covered in blood from the bleeding walker. Harper bent down to pick it up, grabbing it by the handle, standing back up. At a nearby counter, she set the bag down and opened it, finding two unopened water bottles, and a granola bar. The only food she’s seen in days. Thinking unselfishly, she thought of giving it to the young girl, Susannah. She closed the bag, holding onto it tight, leaving the dark, terrifying room, and the walker to rot more than it had already.