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DANIELLE HARPER ➝ FIRST SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Danielle 'Dani' Reece Harper. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 5th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: First. Triplet to Second & Third Harper. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Music. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Demi Lovato.

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For as long as she could remember, everyone thought that Dani was the luckiest girl in the world. She was born to a couple of grade A actors, so the people around her always assumed she would have the perfect life. Only she and her siblings knew that it wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Their mother, once one of the biggest stars in Hollywood, was now a full time mom. The tabloids captured her dropping them off at school, taking them to dance lessons, throwing them the biggest birthday parties. She seemed like the perfect mother. The kind of mother who put her children first. Although, looks could be deceiving. The world saw them as the perfect family because that’s what Mary wanted them to see. If they looked a little closer, they could see they weren’t exactly so perfect.

Dani was never considered ‘‘girly.” Even at a young age, she would rather play sports than play with dolls. Her mother never like that. She never let her do what she wanted and instead forced her into things she hated. Ballet, tea parties, dolls. They weren’t for her. She never understood why she was forced to do these things. As she got older, she found out it was because that’s just what little girls do. At least, that’s what most people thought; one of them being her mother. So, even if it made Dani miserable, she did whatever her parents asked of her. She pretended to be happy, but never was. Even her parents knew the smile on her face was fake, but they never cared. As long as she did what she was told.

By the time she got to high school, Dani decided to rebel. It was the only way she could do what she wanted. She began sneaking out of the house, going to parties, experimenting with drugs. Everything an irresponsible teen should be doing. She no longer cared if her parents got angry. For the first time in her life, she was enjoying herself. If only she had thought of the consequences. Her parents, furious with her actions, sent her to a private, all girls school. Something they later regretted, since they believe it, ‘‘turned their daughter gay.’‘

Now, 22 years old, Dani was on her own. Her parents still pay for pretty much everything, since they’re trying to keep her quite. As it turns out, even if they were extremely homophobic, they didn’t want the public to know that. Whatever. It didn’t mean anything to Dani. She would keep taking their money, just as long as they stayed away from her. Eventually, she wants to start a music career and tell them to keep their money. Until then, she had to rely on them.

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Dani is 5′3 with long hair. The color of her hair is always changing, although right now it’s blue. Only her and her family knows her natural hair color is black. She has two piercings, one on her tongue and the other on her belly button. She has various tattoos, including a cross on her wrist.

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Michael Harper and his wife Mary (nee, Martinez) were quite famous in their day. Some would say they could rival Brangelina, both career wise and romantically. The two famous actors met while working on a movie, where they fell in love and shortly started a family. The pair stopped working to raise their family. Now, with their kids off to college, they’re starring in movies once again.

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TOBAS HARPER ➝ FOURTH SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Tobias James Harper. ❖ PRONOUNS: He/Him. ❖ AGE: 18. (May 3rd). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Fourth. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: English Teaching, with a minor in Vocal Performance. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Undecided. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Undecided. ❖ FACECLAIM: Dan Smith.

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Marlene and Jacob Hawkins weren’t great people, really. They could plaster on a smile, and play their suburban part, but their life behind the door of their home was pretty different to what you might assume. Drug riddled, most of Jacob’s money came from laundering, and while you might think Marlene wasa typical house wife, she was busy fucking the pool boy, and taking heroin all day. When she felt pregnant, they didn’t want the baby, but they found out past the date they could get rid of it, and so Tobias James came into the world.

Born addicted to heroin, he was a fussy baby, but given little attention, and let on his own more often that he ought to have been. He was a three year old who played on the lawn by himself while his Mother lay unconscious, wearing sunglasses on a sunbed on the porch. He clambered into the fridge to get his own drinks and snacks, knowing he’d go without otherwise. He wasn’t sent to kindergarten when he should have been, instead he was kept at home, watching cartoons and playing with toys.

One morning, age 6, he came into the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal, only to find both of his parents, overdosed, dead on the living room floor. Crying, shaking, he went to the next house, who called the cops, to discover the awful life and awful house he lived in.

Tobias was taken away from the area in Ocean Side and placed into a foster home for 2 months until the Harper family came along. Looking for more reason to be in the spotlight, they adopted him, nicknaming him Toby in an effort to help him move on from his old life and begin his new one as part of their family.

He fit in easily. Though it was a struggle at first, having to start school a little late, and was plagued with nightmares of what he witnessed, it didn’t last forever.As he got older, he forgot his memories of being a young child, as his mind got older, those memories were replaced with new ones. He knew he was adopted, and he knew what had happened in his past, but without a physical memory of it,the nightmares faded away until they didn’t keep him up anymore.

He was advanced in school, skipping a year in high school putting him back in the grade he should have been in. He was in the debate club, and with much persuasion from his parents, joined the ice hockey team too. And his personality was somewhat unique, too. Being shy, he was very passive and happy to go along with whatever everyone else wanted. He never argued with his siblings, instead agreeing and going along with them in order to avoid conflict, and he usually would.

A lover of things a-typical for a boy of his age. Photos hung from his walls with string lights threaded between them and snaking across his ceiling, one wall all bookcase, filled with books he could read over and over again, and a battered record playing sat atop his chest of drawers, the top one filled with bottle caps he had been collecting since the age of 8. No one ever joined him in there. His bedroom is the place where he can exist, and just exist. Where he can drink his fruity teas or peppermint hot chocolate, or lay on his bed sketching with pencils or drawing with oil pastels. Buying things he doesn’t need. Existing.

Come graduation, he left his high school in the top 5 of his class, and could have attended Princeton like he wanted to; but he couldn’t leave his siblings. He was attached the family, even if his parents hadn’t shown as much care to the kids as they did their careers. They had given him a much better life that he had before them, and he decided to attend Pacific State with his siblings. Though he wanted to major in Vocal Performance, his parents, surprisingly pushed him into majoring in English Teaching instead, studying literature and language to one day become an English professor. They wanted him to do something with his intelligence, but he wanted to do something he enjoyed instead. Singing, maybe even art or photography, or fashion. But he went along with what they said, because he always did.

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Toby always wears his hair quiffed up, and always has glasses perched on his nose. His style is quite ‘hipster’, with skinny jeans and button-up shirts and jumpers/sweaters/cardigans. He has no tattoos or piercings and is 6"1’.

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Michael and Mary (nee, Martinez) were quite famous in their day. Some would say they could rival Brangelina, both career wise and romantically. The two famous actors met while working on a movie, where they fell in love and shortly started a family. The pair stopped working to raise their family. Now, with their kids off to college, they’re starring in movies once again.

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CASSIDY HARPER ➝ THIRD SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Cassidy Grace Harper. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 5th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Triplet to First & Second Harper. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Dance. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Closeted Bisexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Closeted Biromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Demi Lovato.

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[tw: eating disorder]

To the world, Mary and Michael Harper were the picture perfect couple. They lived a lavish lifestyle, and were one of those Hollywood love stories that everybody envied and adored all at once. When the triplets came along, both Mary and Michael’s perfect love story became only more intriguing, and the two milked it for all it was worth. Before they’d even been born, one of their sonogram pictures had been used in a diaper commercial, and their newborn pictures found their way into pretty much every magazine the moment they’d taken their first breath. It would be unfair to say the Harper’s didn’t love their children, but they didn’t love them in the normal, conventional way most parents did. They were far more concerned with their image, and the attention their children could bring them than they were with showing actual affection for them. To Cassidy, the last born of their triplets, this was something she never questioned. Why would she, when she’d never known anything different?

Because she’d been the last to make her entrance into the world, mixed with something to do with her positioning in the womb, Cassidy was always a little smaller than her siblings, in both height and weight. In fact, there was concern about just how tiny she was at first. No one is saying Mary and Michael weren’t worried about their daughter’s health, but they definitely enjoyed the extra attention it brought to them. Not only did they have their own, naturally conceived triplets to flaunt, but one of them looked sick. Of course they were going to grab themselves all of the attention and coverage that brought with it. In herself, though, Cassidy was perfectly healthy. No, maybe she couldn’t run quite as fast as her sisters, and sure, she had to wear a smaller clothing size than the others, but that didn’t matter. Cassidy was enrolled in the same dance classes that her siblings were, and allowed to do all of the same activities. In fact, her baby face gave her that extra little edge, and Mary and Michael decided to use that to their advantage, too. Being who they were and knowing the people they knew, it took no effort for them to thrust their little girl into the world of child modeling. She was a Harper, after all. The shoots available to her were plenty, and her parents had her do every last one of them.

It could’ve been to do with the stress of being a working girl at only four years old that started it, but Cassidy, who should’ve really been eating more than her siblings were to make up for her size, developed something of an aversion to food. To begin with, she’d claim she was full after only eating half of her lunch, though it quickly progressed to her refusing to even entertain any kind of meal that was put in front of her. It had nothing to do with her wanting to manage her weight—she was four; her appearance meant nothing to her. She just didn’t enjoy eating, that was all. It got to a point where Cassidy was losing scary amounts of weight, her cheekbones and elbows practically sticking out of her skin, and the media definitely took note of it. Rather than ridicule her parents, though, they felt sorry for them. Mary and Michael were good at twisting things to paint them in the best light, and were all too happy to update their devoted public on their daughter’s health issues. They met with multiple specialists, who all concluded that Cassidy’s food aversion was a psychological thing, and gave the Harper’s various concoctions to put into what little food she would eat to make sure she was getting everything she needed, and told them she would grow out of it. That was enough for Mary and Michael. Until she eventually did grow out of it, of course.

Cassidy’s eating habits remained pretty much the same for the next few years, with her becoming the face of children with eating disorders, and how they could still be beautiful and otherwise healthy. Against her own will, of course. Being so young, though, she had no say in it, nor did she care to have. She was seven years old before anything begun to change, with Cassidy slowly beginning to open up to the idea of eating a little more. Very, very gradually, her thin face began to fill out a little bit, until the changes started to become noticeable. Any other parents would’ve been thrilled, but not Cassidy’s. How could their daughter continue to bring them the attention she did for being a ‘sick kid’ if she wasn’t sick anymore? Rather than risk losing the recognition they got for it, they made quick but sly work of putting things into their daughter’s mind about falsely negative things that could happen if she started eating more, and began to decrease the amount of food they would give her, until she’d regressed right the way back again. At seven years old, Cassidy didn’t question it, nor did she tell anyone. She was about nine, and really beginning to develop her own mind, when she realized something was wrong.

Having grown more strong willed and sassier in recent years, Cassidy confronted them, and in front of her siblings. She’d been hungry and wanted a snack. Her siblings were all eating cookies, while Cassidy wasn’t allowed any. All it took was hearing their daughter tell them she knew they were starving her for them to realize that what they were doing had to stop. Not because they felt bad, or because they realized how wrong it was, but because Cassidy had caught onto what they were doing, and they knew that all it would take would be for her to tell a teacher or a friend’s parent, and they’d wind up with social services on their doorstep. Although they tried to convince all of their children that that wasn’t what had been happening, they changed their ways immediately, even handing her a whole bag of cookies to herself right there and then. They begun spoiling her with gifts, snacks and false affection to keep her quiet, but Cassidy had already begun to pull away, to the point of wanting nothing to do with them. They were her parents, they weren’t supposed to screw with her health like they had been. It wasn’t right.

As a little girl, Cassidy had practically idolized her mother. She’d beam with pride whenever she saw her face on television, and loved letting her friends in her private schools know exactly whose daughter she was. She pretty much hated them now, though. Throughout everything, fortunately she still had her siblings. They started to become the people she ran to, rather than Michael or Mary, who had always at least pretended to be her biggest fans, and everything just seemed to turn upside down for her. Cassidy begun to act out in school, and relied much more heavily on her friends than she had ever done before. She had always enjoyed modeling, but she didn’t want to do it anymore. Not knowing the lengths her parents had been going to to give her this weirdly desirable look that everybody had known her for. The only other constant in Cassidy’s life was dance, something she’d loved ever since her first ballet class as a toddler, and one of the only things she continued to take seriously.

By the time she started high school, Cassidy would’ve liked to have said her parents had no impact on her anymore, though she couldn’t. Home had once been her safe haven, but after her horrifying realization, she did everything she could to stay out of there wherever possible, and from the tender age of fourteen, she was already a frequent face at the many parties thrown by her much older friends. Fourteen year olds just didn’t understand life through her eyes, and she felt that she fit much better with the older kids. By the time she turned fifteen, Cassidy already had a favorite alcoholic drink, smoked cigarettes, and had tried weed on more occasions than she would’ve liked to admit. She was always careful about her antics at first, trying to keep from getting caught, but after a while, the paparazzi became more difficult to get rid of, and the public attention caught her parents’ attention, too. They’d try to act all concerned, especially where the media were involved, telling sob stories about how they wanted their daughter to start taking herself and her life more seriously, and how they didn’t know where they’d gone wrong with her. While she could’ve very easily spoken out herself and let the world know what they’d done to her, she decided not to. The less she had to do with Mary and Michael, the better. Avoiding them was the easiest option.

However, pissing them off became something Cassidy couldn’t help but be inclined to do pretty often, even when she’d outgrown having to live in their home and gone off to college. That was one of her main motivators, as well as the fact that it’d give her another excuse to dance, for her applying for a job at a local strip club. It was one of LA’s biggest and best known, so all of the people working there had to be great at what they did. Naturally, Cassidy sailed through the audition, the boss’s eyes on her butt the whole time, and was anything but quiet about it once she learned she’d landed the job. Her parents made a point of pretending to care for her safety, but Cassidy knew they were only annoyed by it because it made them seem like they had no control over her anymore. Which they didn’t. Whatever the reason, though, it bugged them, so it had had the desired effect. Even more so, Cassidy really did enjoy it, as well as the positive attention it brought her. The negative side, however, was how she always wanted to be looking her best. Maybe that’s not such a problem for most people, but for a girl with a past heavily impacted by an eating disorder? That can only spell trouble.

Given the fact that Cassidy practically refuses to eat again now, it’s safe to say it did. She’s worse than ever before now, in fact. But she’s trying her damned hardest to keep it to herself, despite her rapidly more sickly looking appearance. Fake it ‘til you make it is practically her mantra as far as her ED goes these days, but it’s consuming her all over again. She could try to deny it to herself, but there’d be no point. So, she’s faking her way through, and probably convincing precisely no one. She’ll just lash out at anybody who dares to question her, though. But, that’s just Cassidy Harper all over. Really, she’s not a very nice person. She can accept that, if nothing else.

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Standing a whole inch shorter than her sisters, and with more of a baby face, it’s generally easy to distinguish which triplet Cassidy is. Her natural hair is pretty short, not quite shoulder length, and dark brown. Though, she often wears extensions that reach to just below her boobs, which she usually curls or at least waves. Cassidy tends to wear makeup at pretty much all times, as well as heels to compensate for her petite size. Though, she does own a few pairs of Converse, which she’ll usually wear for casual outings. Her style varies between anything from dresses to jeans to oversized sweaters, and she rarely leaves the house without at least a pair of earrings in. Cassidy also has a nose piercing, though she doesn’t always wear it. As for tattoos, she’s pretty much covered in them, though she likes to think they’re all tasteful, and can easily be covered up. From a flock of birds on her forearm to a large dreamcatcher on the side of her ribs, along with all of the positive quotes she has dotted around, she adores each one of them, and definitely isn’t done adding to her collection.

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Michael and Mary (nee, Martinez) were quite famous in their day. Some would say they could rival Brangelina, both career wise and romantically. The two famous actors met while working on a movie, where they fell in love and shortly started a family. The pair stopped working to raise their family. Now, with their kids off to college, they’re starring in movies once again.

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ALYSSA HARPER ➝ SECOND SIBLING

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❖ FULL NAME: Alyssa Jane Harper. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 22. (November 5th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Second. Triplet to First & Third Harper. ❖ GRADE: Junior. ❖ MAJOR: Music production. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Non-Labeled. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Demi Lovato.

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In the midst of the cameras and and the fame, stood a family that seemed to shine a little brighter than all the rest. They could seemingly do no wrong, but everything changes when the doors close and the camera’s pan out. It had to be hard being a stay at home home and also being watched at all times because you couldn’t take your children to school without your face being in an article. Maybe it was wanting to live up to the name they had created for themselves and doing whatever it took to do so. All in all, perfection is made for no man, no matter how hard to tried to carve it into your skin.

Alyssa was a rather nonchalant child. Most things didn’t bother her, but when they did, it was a rather large spectacle. It was hard having to live up to certain expectations and watching as your parents did everything in their power to make sure you lived to the image they created for you. As for Alyssa, most of the things her mother wanted her to do were mundane at best, but lucky for her she enjoyed learning new things. Even if it took up most of her time. She enjoyed staying busy. Whether or not the certain things she was thrown into were her favorite didn’t seem to matter to her mother too much, so there was no point in fighting it.

As time passed on, Alyssa’s temper seemed to grow. It would be little things here and there, from fights in school and so on and so forth. She was no longer willing to accept things just because her mother deemed it so and went about forming her own path knowing that her parents would be too busy with her sister and be none the wiser. They say you have a strong connection with your siblings and it’s even stronger when you’re a twin. Should she have felt ashamed that as she grew, she felt nothing at all? Watching her sister rebel time and time again as she herself followed in her footsteps to a certain degree. In some twisted way wanting to be apart of her life, but also not knowing how to handle her own. Feeling that every step she took was right behind her sister Danielle and it drove her mad. So, she left.

Was it a reckless decision to make? Yes. But one she made herself for once in her life. It wasn’t something that was meant to be permanent. A cross country trip with a couple of friends, time away to herself to really figure out who she was. Who was to say that the open road had felt more like home than the comfort of her own bed. So, days turned to weeks that turned into months. Every time one of her parents called she would make up another excuse. Excuse after excuse until she finally stopped picking up. It felt utterly liberating to not have to fill shoes you could never fit. Alyssa did try and keep and contact with her siblings as much as she could, but knowing they would never understand.

Throughout her time away, her parents sent her a sufficient amount of money and continued to do so until they realized that she wasn’t coming back. They had done everything possible shy of involving the police for fear of causing a scene, until they eventually let it go. Thankfully for her, she had saved most of the money they had sent her and she was more than well taken care of. Still, the media never quit and took pictures of her every chance they got, so many tabloids filled with her face that it sometimes made her regret the entire thing. All in all, she formed her own happiness with the people she surrounded herself with.

More time had passed and Aly dove more into music. Not exactly playing it but more of the production of it all. She couldn’t explain it, but something told her that music was a missing piece for her, even if she wasn’t the one performing it. Though, the talent was in her gene’s, she found more of a thrill with finding new sounds and hearing what made a song. Of course it was all just a hobby until one of her friends fathers brought her into a recording studio and taught her all the ins and outs of the scene. Ever since then, it was like a drive that never stopped.

Eventually, Aly found herself in LA again and while it wasn’t as grand as she had remembered it held a spark for it. On her own as it always had been, she dove into making a name for herself. Time flies when you’re having fun, but it stops for no one.

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Aly generally keeps her hair long, aside from the random spurts when she does a pixie cut. No piercings. Not even her ears. You could call her a walking canvas. Most of her tattoos thrive from the places shes traveled, others were just a gut feeling that she needed another. Her style can be very gender neutral and can range from a dress to skinny jeans.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

Michael and Mary (nee, Martinez) were quite famous in their day. Some would say they could rival Brangelina, both career wise and romantically. The two famous actors met while working on a movie, where they fell in love and shortly started a family. The pair stopped working to raise their family. Now, with their kids off to college, they’re starring in movies once again.