Harlow Reign
Alis:
" Har or Little Huntress "
Species: Human,
Romantic Interests:
Multi Story-line Relations| Interest: Uninterested | SO: Bi-sexual | Age: Twenty Two Years
Present: Harlow Reign was born into wealth, a family that based everything on power, money, and business, where love and care was left to little but the imagination. From an early age Harlow was trained in becoming a natural born killer, trained under the watchful eye of the higher ups in the Hunters Society but most importantly her father. Harlow was trained to not only become a werewolf huntress, but to take down any Immortal being in her waking path. So Harlow did just that, and she had become one of the best huntress's in her title of the hunters society. If one were to truly know Harlow they'd learn how delicate she truly was, how that hard shell like exterior she'd built from the moment she was introduced to this life was one that wouldnt be easily be broken down. Harlow was not only brought up in a family of power, strength and wealth, but one that kept their feeling's and emotions aside; pushing a dark experience Harlow went through as a growing young woman to the side to maintain their appearance. Leaving Harlow to hold a deep wounded trauma she'd never fully healed from, one that had left her relationship with her family scarred and completely tainted. This was the life of a huntress.
Past: The Reign Family, known for many things as their wealth, popularity, million dollar business and lavish parties. Other than being known for their thriving bussiness there was a more dirtier side to everything, darker than many would expect, a darkness young Harlow was brought into much to young. Cage, Harlows best friend when she was young and the exact boy Harlow was set to wed by an arranged marriage created by her parents and the Andersons, another wealthy family known throughout The Hunters Society. Harlows life from the moment she had taken her first breath had been arranged, decided for her, women throughout the hunters society were meant to thrive and fight as the men did, but also they needed to fit the mold to bend and break and bow to their higher ups. Harlow for many years was done as she was told, created into a killing machine for all supernatural being's but mostly known as the werewolf huntress. Harlow was taken for her first test when her parents had decided she was ready to kill her first beast, well Harlow did just that but was left with some pretty severe injuries in the process resulting in having to take her fathers anti venom, an antidote meant to counteract a werewolf scratch and or bite. Since that moment Harlow was known for her accomplishment in her first ever werewolf kill, specifically known as the werewolf huntress. From an outside prospective Harlow may have seemed like a spoiled little girl handed anything and everything, that she was rude and entitled when in all reality that was the last person she was. Behind closed doors her parents were ashamed of their daughter and her lack of want in being apart of the hunters society, Harlow wanted to be a normal woman with her own life but due to the life she was born into that would never be the case. If one where to leave the hunter society, even if it were your own damn blood it would result in distasteful punishment, and or most of the time a harsh death. And punishment was exactly what Harlow received, it was the first moment she'd realized how unsafe she truly was under the care of the people that should love her the most, the two people that gave her life. The Society becoming an even darker than she realized, turning that want to leave into a need and it all just a matter of time.
Little Huntress: At the age of just eight years old Harlows father made sure once his daughter was seen fit to start Harlow on her journey in becoming The Huntress for the society he would train his little girl day and night in becoming the best female Huntress, and Ronan Harlows father did just that. Harlow trained six days a week with only one day off, and that day off would consist of her studies. For years Harlow did as she was told, but as she became older and began understanding she wasnt just "fighting evil" as her father had alway put it, something inside just never sat right with Harlow.
Once Harlow had gotten to the age of eighteen she and many other young women and men her age were forced to complete in what was called The Society Hunt, hundreds if not thousands of acres of land was fenced off throughout the appalachian mountains becoming one of the most elite hunting grounds for there new thriving hunters and huntress's. Throughout these woods Harlow and the others had to hunt down as many Immortal beings they could, some consisted of vampires, werewolves, hybrids, and even beings with abilites and or something else entirely other than just merely human. Harlow did as she was told, taking out the most beings out of a group of twenty others along side whom she thought was her commpetitor Cage. Layka and Cage would soon be welcomed back into the society known as the head female and male whom won the society hunt, and little did she know she would be promised to Cage as he would become her chosen. As the years went on Harlow had became more and more unwilling, more defiant, learning these so called beings where human with abilites and or Immortal beings that had no reason to be killed and or testing on like lab rats Harlow became digusted with the secrets of her society and knew she needed and out. After weeks in planning her escape it only ended her up in the cellar, leaving her parents and highest ranked in the society in decision of what they were to do with the young huntress. With Ronan and Vivan Harlows parnets being in highest rank of the society she was sentances to punishment at the 3rd degree, Harlow knowing the punishment was normally death they'd considered her parents rank and wealth and settled at a unanimous decision. Harlow was beaten, tortured for month in total, she was degrading in ways no young woman should ever have to face. Giving Harlow even more hatred towards The Hunters Society. To this day she is under heavy watch, unable to leave the grounds unless it is due to a task at hand needed because of her amazing skill sets, but other than that Harlow was held in a place she no longer wanted to be against her will and promised to a man she never wanted to marry. Someday she'd escape.
The Escape: To become the hunter whom becomes the hunted, was a feeling unlike anything else. Though fear lingered in the back of her mind, the feeling and taste of freedom topped every other emotion she could ever feel. This had been everything she'd ever wanted, right? The world was at the ends of her fingertip's, it had become Harlow's playground, sometimes even making it hard to remember why or how she ended up here.. How she became free. Although The Hunters Society was after her she knew their next steps, and just like a game of chess Harlow was always one step ahead of their next move. For to many years she'd watched her father and his assignment, she'd watched his men and the higher ranked individuals of The Society from the shadows, learning them and they way they moved. The run away, the outcast, shunned from a life she was born into and forced to take the role of monster, a killer she would never be. Unlike her first attempt this escape took mager planning, detail, learning every move and curve of her mother and father, her brother Greyson even. Learning every guard and every singal one of their placements at each time of the day, when they ate, when they took bathroom breaks, every nook and cranny they took stand at so if god forbid she got caught she'd have some sort of idea whom and what she was up against. All of this planning was much more planned and intricate than the first, it had to be, because if not there would no longer be a next time. Harlow would be dead, and that was something she'd come to terms with long ago. It was her only way out.
Hours it had taken to manuver her way through the town The society had crated long ago, thousands of miles of steel built walls up to thirty one feet tall in height sitting on two thousand acres total throughout the appalachian mountains far from civilization. The Hunters Society did interact with whom they needed to outside of the walls of course, it was how they built their wealth, upon success, secrecy and power. The society was very put together and quiet, an unknown place tucked away within the trees of the mountains where only the higher ups had any indication of their coordinates location wise. Everyone else tucked away inside laid uncertain to the outside world. Harlow did understand how oblivious she would be to the outside world, being tucked away in a secret society since the day she was born would do that to a person, but this was worth it. All of it. Harlow was able to escape her home, make her way past the guards and finally flee from the hunters society. But not without being saw by the one and only person she undeniably knew would go running the moment he was able, Cage. Surviving two fulls weeks throughout the appalachia mountains wasnt of any concern for the little huntress, she'd brought the necesitys in order to survive and that was exactly what she had done before reaching town. Everything was absolutely foreign to Harlow, from the different types of vehicles, humans, the way they dressed, spoke, it was as thought she were in a different realm of life. After months of going unnoticed, traveling, using what money she had Harlow was slowly but surely able to learn and fit the mold of society, real true society. But this was all far from over, Harlow had a long very dark road ahead with many battles she where to face sooner or later.
Today: Today Harlow travels about the world, steering clear from large cities and or airports as much as she can for staying out of the public eye was the best way to go due to her situation. The less Harlow was seen on CCTV and or checked in and out of the system for travel the better, because to remain a ghost was almost impossible and all she was trying to do at this point was get back the years The Hunter Society had taken from her, remaining in the background to the shadows as she'd always prefered. Under a new name, and social security it was almost impossible for her family to find her where about's, Harlow managed to stay in different states throughout the country and or travel about the world to different countries staying for as long as she needed to earn just enough money to continue with her travels. Harlow lived a life of solitude. From time to time on occasion but very rarely Harlow allowed herself one night.. Just one night to let go, even if it came to having a few drinks and dancing the night away at a foreign nightclub. To find a fling for the night to curb that appetite, to satisfy that hunger, that natural desire of human nature to finally let herself to fucking feel for once. To vanish into thin air hours later and continue on with her life. Was it a sad very isolated life? Yes, but it was needed, to live somewhat of an actual life she'd pondered since the moment she had realized she wanted to flee from The Hunters Society, so she did just that in the only way that was possible. Just be prepared if you meet Harlow to see the distance in those ocean eyes, like a title wave ready to be drug back out the sea the moment she has her chance, Harlow was like the wind, here one day and gone the next. I dare you to catch the little spit fire if you can, though if you do be prepared for a woman that'll forever lay entangled with your entire being and soul. Harlow will lay imprinted within your mind until your last breath.
My Nightmare: There had always been one man that held Harlows heart, one man that had one damn job and that was to protect that one little slice of innocence he had given life to, Harlow. From what was once caring strong hands, as Harlow grown older and prettier those protective hands grew distant, while another's hands had became un-welcomly framilliar. Invading what was most sacred to a young girl. The night terror's only grew darker, harsher, and as time past they'd become more painful and unforgiving. From butterfly kisses and bed time stories, to shadows upon the walls and monsters lurking from the darkness, little Harlow's entire view of life changed in such a malicious way. From a young snaggle tooth grin and bright eye'd stare, to blood stained sheets and hushed secrets between mommy and daddy, I was no longer their little Harlow. I was no longer their sweet girl, no longer mommy's little shadow and daddies princess. Mommy couldn't bare to even look at me, and daddy become distant and cold. I was a deep dark inferno of fear, shame, guilt, I was no longer me. I was a hallow shell of whom I used to be. As the years grew on so had my knowledge, and so had my knowing of what was right and what was wrong. Although I knew it did not matter, my sense of self only made the treatment harsher and worse off. I was given two options, continue this harsh treatment or marry into the family of the man that took my very innocence.. So of course I accepted. Though the nightmares had grown less and more scarce, my demons were at their all time high. I hadnt realized I'd grown tolerant to my nightmares, to every lash, every mark, every sinful memory that no young women should ever endure. He ruined me, they ruined me, it had tainted my ways, my softness.
I had went from living and unknowingly thriving in the inferno of darkness to withdrawl, my emotions decaying into a meaningless pit of nothing. Was It wrong to want to feel something? Even if it was malicious pain and vile treatment, it was still something rather than nothing. The dark I thrived in, so the dark is where I would stay, even if it was the one thing that'd completely distroyed my soul. And then, there was you.. A light, a bundle of tissue made up of me. You thrived for months inside me, from your butterfly kicks to my womb becoming your shelter, you were the only reason, my only reason. Until one day the movement stopped, your heart was no longer and the very womb you thrived in failed you. I failed you. There I was, a conch shell that echoed your existence that was now only silence.
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