Harlow

Appears on Game as:	Harlow
Date of Birth:	July 4th, 1998
Apparent Age:	20s
Occupation:	Classified
Blood:	Fox
Bone:	Hedonist
Auspice:	Irraka
Tribe:	Blood Talons
Pack:

“Each of us is sometimes a cretin, a fool, a moron, or a lunatic. A normal person is just a reasonable mix of these components, these four ideal types.”

– Umberto Eco

Overview
Harlow Gold has money. A lot of it, although most is what would be called 'family' money, and not just her own personal hard won cash. She doesn't act or look like she's got it, but anyone that hears her last name and where she's from might put two and two together and come up with Gold. Her family has been in the tobacco business for generations, and has made their riches off the death of others according to Harlow. Which is only one of the many reasons she doesn't act like she has money, and lives like a couch surfing bum most of the time. She's rich, so the crazy isn't crazy. She's just eccentric. But, really, she's fucking crazy as hell. She's the sort of conspiracy theory nut that has a cork board with red string attaching things together that are probably entirely unrelated. There's also a van, but thankfully it's not a creepy white van. Although once she did attempt to paint it like a the Mystery Machine, it failed though, and now the van is some muddy green. The lesson learned? You can't use house paint on a vehicle.
RP Hooks
Conspiracy Nut: Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction... Bigfoot: Obviously Bigfoot is real, and the reason that no one can prove it is two fold. The first part is that Bigfoot is smart, clearly. The second part, though, is far more of a shocker to those not in the know....and that is that Bigfoot is able to step into the Shadow. It makes hiding a whole lot easier. MIB: UFOs are real, ergo...MIB are real. But they aren't actually stupid enough to wear black suits and sunglasses like in the movie, they look like any other Fed. Cheap suits, tired eyes. They are all just paper pushers...except for the ones that get sent out to kill you. But you never see those coming, so who knows what they really look like. Mer-people: Fuck them...they are probably enemies with the lake monster, which means as soon as she tracks them down, they are going to learn what fishing with dynamite is really all about. The hunt is ON. Lake Monster: Don't worry baby, we'll learn to speak lake monster so we can talk. There's a whole conversation that needs to happen about social media presence, and the fact that the videos out there are just fakes. Clever not getting caught yet, but really....You need an Insta and we can get that set up. It'll be great. Or a Twitter? Whatever, we can make your presence known. In the right ways. Not From Here: It is rather easy to pick up...but Harlow isn't a Chicago local. She's from way down further south, and although she can talk like the most uneducated of hicks when she wants to, sometimes a far more refined Southern drawl can be heard when she's not paying attention. Or just talking not crazy and at a normal speed.
Contacts
Norman: There's history. That's putting it mildly. There's enough history between them to fill about twenty text books, four documentaries, and at least one made for TV movie. It's complicated. Silvia: She cusses a lot. Like. A LOT A LOT. But she also understands that sometimes, there's more to this world than what is easily seen. But she might not really get it, either. She doesn't seem like she's as interested in the why. Griffiths: Is it too soon to say she GETS ME?
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