Major Harper Montgomery
Feb 23, 2013 10:53:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 10:53:58 GMT -7
Harper Franklin Montgomery
"Wanted Dead or Alive."
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Full Name - Major Harper Montgomery
Nicknames/Alias - Harpoon, Montgomery, Major. [Though I wouldn't recommend calling him Harpoon to his face.]
Age - 45
Date of Birth - November 25th
Gender - Male
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Independence
Occupation - Ex-Major for the Browncoats, Pilot, Gunslinger.
Play-By - Anson Mount
Build - Muscular, lean.
Height & Weight - 6'2, 210
Hair - Black/brown with the streaks of age, shoulder length.
Eyes - Cornflower blue.
Unique Features - Many scars, only one truly visible. Along his throat is the scar of having his throat cut during the war. The rest are either emotional scars or hidden beneath clothing at all times.
Dressing Style - Very old fashioned and western style of dress.
Other -
Likes - Anything that'll get him drunk, guns; any kind will do, pictures of his family, farming, guitar, the heat of the summer sun on the back of his leather vest after a hard days work, freedom.
Dislikes - Alliance, staying in one place for too long, the promise of a better life, the smell of lilac perfume, womanizers, woman abusers, running.
Quirks/Habits - Drinking, tugging on his beard.
Fears - Falling in love.
Secrets - Secretly lonely.
Strengths - leadership, all business attitude, always ready for the worst.
Weaknesses - women with red hair and blue eyes, children, his personality leave little room for close relationships, anger and drinking issues.
Talents/Special Abilities - Fantastic pilot, damn good shot, actually has a lovely singing voice.
Aspirations - To find the bastards who slaughtered his family and kill every last one. To find Isla.
Overall Personality - Once upon a time Harper was a very likable man. He got along with just about everyone. Full of life and ready to joke and laugh along like any man. Until the war stole away what little slice of heaven he had.
Now Harper Montgomery is a rather angry fellow. He is driven by revenge, and hatred. Usually he appears calm and calculating, constantly taking in his surroundings. But beneath that surface lies the hunger for blood. Very few can remember the last time he smiled, occasionally one might catch a glimpse of it as he recalls his lost wife and children, though he rarely does so in public.
Harper is a hardened man, that doesn't take attitude from anyone. Though he can keep his temper in check he can singe the hair on your head with one hard look. He isn't a man to be taken lightly.
Deep beneath his serious exterior, and hunger for vengeance, there is still a good man with a good heart. While he has done questionable things in the past he has a habit of making sure he never harms any that didn't have it coming. Unless they're affiliated with the Alliance, in that case they always have it coming.
Harper has a soft spot for blue eyed, red haired, women. They remind him of his daughter and wife. More than once he has found himself lightly crushing a lock of red hair between two fingers; usually before he realized what he was doing.
Because of his war flash backs, among other painful memories, Harper has a bit of a drinking problem. In his eyes he doesn't, but to an outsider he most definitely does. Still, even tipsy, he's a damn fine pilot. But anyone who'd let him pilot in that state is riding a fine line between life and death.
Despite his rather gruff appearance, and even his angry savage-like behavior he is still a gentleman. His father raised him as such and he still treats women with the utmost respect. It does make him a bit sexist, always wanting to protect those he views as helpless. Even the female soldiers that fought by his side he felt the strong need to protect. It was just how he was raised.
Due to his part in the war Harper is slow to come to trust anyone these days. He's more keen to trust those who fought with him than any new face. He's slow to warm up, unless you plan on buying him a few drinks... No, even then you're out of luck for a while.
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Father - Frankling Montgomery[Deceased]
Mother - Imogene Montgomery[Deceased]
Siblings - Isla Montgomery[Unknown], Jonah Montgomery[Deceased], Jonas Montgomery[Deceased].
Other Significant People - Elyse Montgomery[wife, Deceased] Harper Montgomery II[son, Deceased], Elaine Montgomery[daughter, Deceased].
Pets - Just farm animals.
Your History - Harper Montgomery was born and raised on Hera. His family owned a large plot of land outside of a small and seemingly insignificant town. He grew up working the land, just as his father had and his father before him. It was hard work, but Harper enjoyed it strangely enough. His life was that of a farm boy, growing crops and raising cattle and selling them in town. Sometimes he would even get the chance to sell them to outsiders that had landed to restock on supplies. He helped raise his younger brothers as well as their baby sister. Life hadn't seemed so bad in those times. Work. Hunt. Live.
Life was that simple.
That is.. until he met Elyse. Elyse Boone, the woman who stole his heart with just one glance. Her vibrant red hair and striking blue eyes stole the very breath from his lungs. She and her father had come to Hera on business from Persephone. Why he had chosen Hera for his meeting was never quite clear. Harper always thought it was fate.
Harper courted Elyse, day after day, hoping to win her heart. And day after day she refused him, claiming he was of inferior birth and that her father would never allow her to marry a simple farm boy. It was then that Harper knew he had to do something, anything, to impress this woman's father. He would appease him somehow. So with the help of a few townsmen he taught himself how to pilot. He turned out to be pretty good at it as well, not the best in the world but not half bad for a man who'd never touched a ship before.
He "borrowed" a vessel from an outsider, hoping to gain Elyse's father's approval. But as fate would have it he had stolen the vessel from her fathers business associate, ruining a potentially bustling deal. It created quite the buzz among the locals, and became quite the entertaining little tale. But it didn't help Harper win Elyse over.
Despite all of it, however, Elyse confessed her affection for him. She adored him, maybe even loved him, but her father would never allow them to marry. It took every ounce of pride in Harper to request a private meeting with her father and beg for her hand in marriage. He knew he could provide for her, that they could have a good life together. But Elyse's father didn't want her to have the simple life that Harper could give, he wanted her to live extravagant as she was already accustomed to such a life. All hope for the two seemed dashed away with that meeting.
But Harper isn't a quitter, and he's certainly as stubborn as a mule. He would not take no for an answer. It took three years for Elyse's father to realize that Harper Montgomery would not quit. He was relentless in his demands. He followed them from planet to planet, still courting Elyse and asking; or demanding, her hand in marriage. It was after those three grueling years that her father finally asked her what she wanted, and heard her.
He agreed, and they were married almost immediately.
Life after marriage was a prosperous one. They returned to Hera and Harper built them a house from the ground up a few acres away from his families home. He was still working for his father and caring for the crops. His father was aging and his younger brothers weren't quite as helpful in the fields.
Elyse became pregnant not even a full year after their marriage and it seemed like no time at all that they were raising a pair of twins. A boy and a girl. His two children were his pride and joy, and he took pride in raising them with his beautiful wife. More and more Elaine grew to look like her mother, sharing the bright red hair and the striking sky blue eyes. Harper II, like most of the men in his family, looking just like his father. Except unlike anyone in their family his eyes were a bright jade green.
Years past and their family prospered, but Harper's parents were growing older and his father was barely able to walk anymore. He feared that he would soon pass. With Jonas and Jonah unmarried and unemployed he knew that it would be his task to make sure his two brothers saw to a career if they did not choose the life of agriculture. And then there was Isla. Little shy Isla. A lovely young girl of marrying age. She had the face of a pixie, with an upturned nose and large cornflower blue eyes. But Isla rarely ventured into town, and their father was so ill he hadn't been able to find proper suitors for her.
So more and more Harper went to town, taking Isla with him when he sold crops, and introducing her to many of the good families with promising young men. But in his haste to make sure she was taken care of he neglected to ask her what she wanted, just as Elyse's father had done to her.
On their fathers deathbed he realized his mistake, and upon his passing he begged her forgiveness. Happily she gave it to him, explaining that she wanted to sing. She had no desire to marry, only to sing. He agreed to help anyway he could.
The death of Franklin Montgomery, though it brought fourth a more conjoined family, it did not bode well on Imogene Montgomery. The elderly woman was lost without her husband by her side, falling deeper and deeper into her depression and becoming senile. Not even a year had passed before she too was lost to them.
With his parents having passed, leaving the farm to him, he moved his brothers and sisters into the house he had raised and brought Elyse and the children into the family home. And for a time it was peaceful, gloomy but peaceful. But whispers of the Alliance trying to sink their grubby paws into the freedom of men swirled each time he went into town.
A war was brewing, and Harper knew which end of the stick he'd be on.
It was with a heavy heart that he agreed to join the militia, leaving behind a frightened and half broken family. His children were only four years old. Jonas joined with him, while Jonah stayed home to watch over Isla. Isla swore that if Harper didn't come back to take her to Persephone she'd raise him from the dead to kill him herself. Their parting had been filled with tears and fearful goodbyes, but Harper would not let his countrymen fight alone.
Nor would he allow the Alliance to simply take the life his entire family had built.
Simple skills that he had used as a farm hand suddenly came in handy. Shooting men came easy when you imagined them as Coyotes killing your cattle and chickens. And his ability to follow orders was well admired. It didn't take long for the Browncoats to see his potential. Even Jonas proved to be a well guarded asset as a field medic.
He was placed as the commanding officer of the Bravo Company of the 217th Tactical Forward Assault Battalion, Jonas accompanying as their medic. Many battles were fought, and Harper climbed the ranks at an alarming speed. His ability to lead his men, and never leave a man behind, was astonishing. His determination was unending, and he seemingly had no fear. Harper was a man that simply would not die. He had been shot many times, and nearly died from a slit throat. However, Jonas proved to be a better medic than anticipated, saving Harper's life.
The war took them to many places, and many men fell at their hands. But it was the battle on their home planet that would define Harper forever. He prayed that his family would have found shelter, that they would be safe until the Battle of Serenity Valley was over. He knew their homes weren't but maybe 20 miles away. Dangerously close, and on the wrong side of the trenches.
The loss of Jonas should have been his first clue. Young Jonas, while patching up his second in command; Jonathan Chriss, was shot by a sniper. Back of the head, the bullet killed him instantly. Holding the lifeless corpse of Jonas was only the beginning of his suffering. Then the loss of the battle. True, they had lost. True, many of his friends lie dead at his feet. True, his brothers corpse was still warm with his ending life in his arms.
But now he could go home to his children, lay rest to all this pain and move on with his life. At least that's what he told himself.
Upon reaching his home he found the house he had built himself burnt to the ground, inside lie the charcoaled body of Jonas' twin. Yet his family's home still stood. He had hope, then, that Elyse had survived. That maybe she had used the shotgun he'd taught her how to use. Maybe she had saved young Isla and their children, that they were all hiding in one of the bedrooms.
Alive. He prayed they were alive.
But inside his ransacked home was nothing but horror. It was the smell that hit him first. The hideous stench of decaying flesh, and voided bowels. He knew that behind the half closed door he would find no peace there. Still he had to know.
In the living room was the body of his son. His tiny hand gripped the pistol Harper had given to Jonas when he had been but a boy. Jonas must have given it to him as a going away gift... The terror in his empty eyes brought the stinging tears of grief to his eyes. His body was crumpled, beaten, and broken; his throat slit. Next to him was the body of an Alliance soldier, a bullet straight through his eye.
He searched Elaine's room, knowing that the rest of the scene would be just as terrible... but a proper burial would put them to rest. The tiny bedroom was empty. The door to the master bedroom, his bedroom, was broken in splinters. Someone had shot through it to open it. Still the hinges creaked ominously as he peered inside. The bed had been thrown, leaning halfway upside down against the wall. There in the center of the room lay his dead wife. His Elyse, and in the corner his Elaine.
Elyse's dress had been raised above her waist, showing the endless torture she had endured before they mercifully slit her throat. Elaine's tiny frame was tied to the dresser, her body facing the horror of her mother. Like her twin brother she had been beaten severely. Her eyes were scratched out as she had tried to keep herself from seeing the injustices that her mother had endured. She too had her throat slit.
He crossed the room, already sobbing and had to stop. There, next to Elyse, written in her own blood was the beginnings of a name. Alvah. He didn't know if it was the murderers first or last name, but he planned to find out.
But Isla, his baby sister, Isla was missing. There was no body to be found. No remnants that she existed. She could still be alive somewhere.
Harper returned to the horror of his living room, searching the dead Alliance soldier for any hint of his platoon. Anything that would show him the monsters that would soon die by his hand. And if they had Isla with them... They would know endless pain.
He gained a list of names, paperwork stating the platoon members. Alvah was their commanding officer. Vincent Alvah.
The man would die.
He buried his entire family that night, save one. But he left the Alliance Soldier strung up on the path to his now empty home. He would line the street with the bodies of this platoon.
Now Harper searches the verse for the man who slaughtered his family and raped his wife. Already he has murdered some of the men affiliated with him. He will not stop until each has been brought to justice. He also searches for Isla, having found out they had taken her with them. He prays she is alive and well, swearing that he will find her.
No force in the 'Verse will come between him and his goal.
Not even the promise of death.
What should we call you? - Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - Too much
Where did you find us? - The 'Verse
Prove Yourself -
Post Script - Harper is definitely a handful.
Other characters - Not yet!
How we should contact you - Pm and skype me lalalioness_.
Roleplay Example -The hum of life on the passenger vessel was soothing. Or at least it should have been. For Harper Montgomery it was annoying. People were hustling around in the kitchen area, grabbing their last minute snacks before the ship landed. Harper was already sitting in the co-pilots seat, his eyes roaming over the younger man in the pilots seat. A frown tugged at the corner of his mouth as he tugged on his greying beard. He couldn't believe they were letting this kid control the ship. Maybe the youngin could pilot a smaller vessel, but this lady wasn't little. And she carried a large sum of people.
Cornflower blue eyes stared at the young man, Chuckie they called him, surveying how steady he moved. The tiniest shake in his hands had Harpers nerves on edge. But he knew if the ship started to plummet he'd just push the kid out of his chair and take over. Stupid captain to let a kid handle this kind of heavy lifting. It didn't help that Chuckie reminded him so much of Jonah, always wanting to do things on his own. Wanting to seem older than he actually is... It made his heart hurt, and that in turn only pissed him off.
The ship began its decent, the tempered glass in front of them flaring with life as the vessel hurtled towards the ground. That didn't sit well with Harper. "Ease up, Chuckie boy or you ain't gone be able to land 'er." He growled, his voice gravelly with age and years of smoking. Lets not even go into the drinking.
Chuckie scowled at their hired hand, rolling those baby blue eyes like the teen he was. Couldn't have been more than 20... Harper scowled right on back, unclicking his seat belt with ease. "Ease up." He warned once more, getting ready to stand.
"Why don'choo shut yer gorram mouth, Montgomery. Aint nobody asked yeh to come pilot. You was hired to shoot, thas it." The young man barked, not paying attention to his post anymore. Now that really burned Harper. Maybe he wasn't hired to pilot their ship. That didn't mean he was going to die simply because this little brat didn't know what he was doing. He stood in one sweeping motion, not even teetering with the ships movement. That took practice, it helped that he often did it drunk. But he hadn't had a stiff drink today, and now he wished he had.
"If you don't ease up on yer speed, boy, yer gonna kill us all." He growled, unbuckling Chuckie in one quick move while pushing the small blond out of the chair. Of course he heard Chuckie holler his displeasure, he even heard him take his gun out of its holster. He even heard him push down on the hammer, giving Harper a lovely demonstration of just how stupid this boy was.
Regardless of it all Harper paid him no attention, setting his sights on making sure they didn't become splatters of red on the surface of Santo. Slowly he eased the acceleration to a safe speed, watching as the docking bays came into view. "Think you can set 'er down without killin' someone?" He snapped over his shoulder, those cornflower blue eyes looking serious and grimm. As usual. When he didn't get a response he glanced back at Chuckie, staring down the barrel of his gun.
The small pistol looked a lot like a childs toy, but when it was pressed against his forehead it certainly would do its job. He met Chuckies eyes and glared, his upper lip mimicking what can only be described as a snarl. "We aint got time for this, Chuck." He barked, grabbing his wrist so fast the younger man didn't know how to react. He nearly pulled the trigger, the gun pointed at the ceiling, but Harper squeezed hard on his wrist. The older man scooped the little pistol up, shaking his head at Chuckie.
A grumble escaped the unpleasant man as he turned back to piloting like nothing had happened. He'd had so many guns pointed in his face these past few years it didn't even phase him anymore. Harper wrapped his hands around the handles of the throttle. His fingers deftly ran over the preparation for the landing gear. Slowly he eased the ships speed even more.
"Yer gonna shut the engine before we even make it in!" Chuckie hissed, throwing himself into the co-pilots seat. A heart, cold, laugh escaped Harper. "Boy I was flying ships before you were a sparkle in yer daddies eye. Hush up and watch me fly." He ordered, his tone commanding. He hadn't used that tone much since the war. It felt odd, familiar, and it tasted bitter on his tongue. Too many bad memories came with that tone.
The ship, smooth as if it were simply sliding on butter, slipped into the proper docking bay. The kick stands, as Harper liked to call them, deployed as they hovered over the ground and Harper set the ship down with ease. You didn't even feel it touch the ground. A small cocky grin appeared under his shaggy beard, and he could hear Chuckies exasperated sigh.
He tossed little Chuckles his pistol back, standing to head out of the control room. Collect pay. Then find a bar. That was his plan for this planet.
Harper followed the crowd of people to the ramp to freedom, nodding at each of them as they went. After all he had been hired for more muscle, make sure no one got too stupid. Why they thought this crowd would cause any trouble he didn't know. Seemed like a waste of money... for them.
Finally the crew could exit, and he waited at the bottom of the ramp for the Captain. She lumbered out, half dressed in a pair of coveralls and big black boots. On any other woman it might have been sexy, on Captain Michelle Rose it was nauseating. But Harper was still a gentleman, so he quietly removed his hat. "Ma'am. I 'spect my pay as we agreed on Persephone." He said softly, or as softly as his gruff voice would allow.
She grinned, and it was not the kind of grin Harper wanted to see. This wasn't going to go well. "Y'see Mr. Montgomery, we didn't get the payout we was hopin fer. Unfortunately yer payout ain't gone be what we bargained fer." Harper did well at disguising his anger. He didn't work for free, not when he could be following leads to Islas whereabouts. "Ma'am, with all due respect, we had an agreement." He said quietly, though the fury of the situation built like a wildfire under his skin.
"And I'm tellin' ya Mr. Montgomery, I ain't got the funds fer yer full pay." She handed him an envelope, and he frowned at its contents. "This ain't even half o'what you owe me..Ma'am." This was one of those times he really wished he weren't a gentleman. This woman was pushing his limits. "You could at least give me half. Yer boy over there nearly killed the whole lot of yer passengers. If I wadn't on board you'd be a stain on the pavement." He called darkly, nodding to the now blushing Chuckie.
But no deal was made.
She agreed to pay him the other half if he'd help with the transport back. Politely he declined. Instead he took the 10% of his pay and headed for the bar. After that he needed more than a stiff drink. He needed 4 or 5.
The door to the saloon swung open, clapping against the wall loudly. A few eyes looked him over suspiciously. He ignored them, heading to the furthest table from people. It sat in the corner, half shrouded in darkness. It seemed perfect for him, as if they'd known he was coming. Harper took off his hat, setting it on the table and ordering two shots of whiskey. Nearly 4 shots later he was feeling a nice quiet buzz. No one was bothering him, which was fine by him.
But it left him to his thoughts.
For a while he pondered on Isla. Was she alive? Had she been raped? Were they torturing her right now, while he wallowed in anguish? Another shot. Then there was Captain Rose, stiffing him on more than half his pay. What the hell was he going to do with this 10%. Wasn't even enough to get him black out drunk. He scowled to himself, feeling nice and shiney.
"I aint work for free." He grumbled under his breath and promptly made his way towards the ship. The name evaded him at that moment, but he'd know it when he saw it. Why they had left the ship unattended, and so open, was beyond him. It was a blatant, and rookie mistake. He climbed aboard, a bottle in his hand. Making his way to the bridge he took a swig here or there.
This would not stand. If they were going to take his pay, then damnit he was going to take it back. In pieces if he had to.
He climbed into the pilots seat, his eyes roaming over the controls. A soft hiccup escaped him and he grinned, they'd be missing a ship when they got back. He eased onto the throttle, hearing the engine come to life. The thrusters hummed with energy, waiting to take off fully. Harper smiled, actually smiled. Only in private did that smile exist. Suddenly the vessel lifted off the ground, moving to exist. And soon he was joyriding just off planet. He didn't plan to steal the ship, just barter.
A few hours of a bit more drinking and the wave finally sounded. Pressing a few holographic keys here and there and Captain Rose frowned at him. Harper leaned in the chair, placing his boots on the control console. He could see the wildfire of rage building in her plump face.
"Ma'am." He said, tipping his hat and taking a swig of whiskey.
"Mr. Montgomery, if you don't return my vessel this instance I will have you arrested. You don't actually think she don't got a tracer do ya?" Her face turned a lovely shade of purple, trying to keep her calm.
"Now, Cap'n Rose. Since I got'chur 'tention, lets talk about my wages. See I reckon you think me for a fool, ma'am. I know how much each passenger paid, and ma'am I can do math. Give me some credit, I was a Major in my day." He said through slightly slurred words. That purple shade turned a deeper shade.
"Mr. Montgomery, are you drunk?!" She barked, "IN MY SHIP?! PILOTING MY SHIP?!"
Harper nodded, tipping his bottle once more. "My wages, ma'am. You pay me ma full wages and this here vessel will see the inside of your dockin' bay safe and sound." He said politely, taking another swig.
She was outraged, plain and simple, but Harper would not let up.
"Ma'am, I will hock her. Don't think me incapable. I need them wages." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "And I beg ya, now, don't be thinking to shoot me when I come out. I'm a damn good shot." He said matter of factly, "If I recall, thats why you hired me."
She'd been beat, and she knew it.
"Fine, Montgomery. Bring her on back and I'll get yer gorram wages."
With that he tipped his hat, "Thank ya kindly."
He took her down with ease, though as he pulled towards the docking bay the ship swayed lightly. Didn't even scratch the paint. Even drunk Harper Montgomery was a better pilot than little Chuckles. He waved at them as he opened the ramp.
Five minutes later he was holding one of his twin pistols out just in case. Captain Rose handed him another envelope, frowning as she did. "Yer fired, Mr. Montgomery." She hissed as he took it.
"S'all right, Rose. I quit."
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