Harper Miller

Personality
WIP

Backstory
Beatrice and Milo Sanchez were first expecting a child in New Mexico, with their already small and quaint family blooming the sudden knowledge of another child was rather scary for the small family. Harper happened to come in during a very stressful family time period, her mother Beatrice was getting into a nasty drug habit which left the small family broken. It was decided before her mother ever knew her—held her, that she was to be given up for adoption. Milo was desperate to give her to fa amily but it was too late. The only reason Harper knows this of herself was because Milo and her had contact when she was thirteen. Her Hispanic heritage always eluded her, she never questioned why her other brothers and sisters looked different until her adoptive parents, George and Janice, told her her real father wanted to reach out. Of course, Harper wasn’t sure what to do, and with encouragement from her younger brother—adoptive brother—she met up with her father. They talked and she became aware of why she was given away, and that it wasn’t done out o distaste for her, just that they were unfit for her. While growing up, she found herself a thriving culinary arts student, though not her main goal in college she was hunting for courses involved with it. Her real goal was psychology. She was impressed with the human brain, until she met Alexander Welsh. She was taken with him, and he was taken with her, it was a project. Her and many other students were assigned specific people to interview and interact with that had a serious problem or trauma they had to figure out what it was to pass. Alex wasn’t normal. He was gorgeous and everything perfect in Harper’s eyes, so much so that others thought so as well. She would get harassed, notes and rather harsh criticism which were things she could handle. What she couldn’t handle were things being thrown at her, things disappearing, and when finally someone broke into her dorm room she has enough. She was planning on telling Alex about it all, going on a quick one on one at a restaurant. The thing was, she didn’t have to tell him. He already knew, and said he handled it. That’s why when she left to answer a call in the alley she felt safe until she collapsed. Harper was brutally stabbed, and when she lay in the alley with Alex finding her—the knife used against her was still sticking out in her. Alex wasn’t normal. When he found her, he didn’t call for help, didn’t take the knife out, he talked to her calmly. He turned her, and saved her. He kept her alive for a solid year, then dropped her off at a pack—Boreal. She was quick to figure herself out and trained and fought hard for three years before getting to where she was.