Post by harleyquinn on Jul 31, 2008 21:07:15 GMT -5
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NAME OR ALIAS; Brandy
GENDER; Female
AGE; 15
EXPERIENCE; 5 Years
LOCATION; Kentucky.
NAME OR ALIAS; Brandy
GENDER; Female
AGE; 15
EXPERIENCE; 5 Years
LOCATION; Kentucky.
c h a r a c t e r . b a s i c s
GIVEN NAME(S); Harleen - Harley
LAST NAME; Quinzel - Quinn
NATIONALITY / HERITAGE; American
SPOKEN LANGUAGES; English
PLACE OF BIRTH; Unknown
AGE/DATE OF BIRTH; 31 (03/20/1977)
OCCUPATION; Psycaitrist turned Villain
CANON; Yep
p h y s i c a l . d e s c r i p t i o n
EYES; Blue
HAIR; Blonde - though naturally, brunette.
HEIGHT; 5'7
GENERAL APPEARANCE; Harley is a rather lanky person, who resembles a small child in more ways than one. Her blond curls are kept in pigtails most of the time, and her face is rounded, almost innocent looking. Her eyes are a pale, strangely almost translucent blue, and her skin is as pale as can be. She has no visible marks on her body, though she has a few freckles along her cheeks.
Her height is about 5'7, and she weighs a bit over 118 pounds. She's stays in shape by running around most nights, robbing things, blowing things up, the usual villiany stuff. Her lips are dark, for she keeps dark red, almost black lipstick on all the time, even if she's not wearing her costume. She doesn't fit the typically villian description, but looks can be deciving.
DRESSING STYLE; Harley's dressing style fits her to perfection, a style inspired by her name: Harley Quinn. Therefore, her style is typically harlequin, in red and black colors, with a touch of white on the collar and sleeves. Red and black diamonds alternate on her arms. Her suit coveres her entire body - including her hands and feet - except her face, which is half covered by a mask that slips on and off when needed. She's in her costume almost all the time because she enjoys it so much.
g i m m e . p e r s o n a l i t y
LIKES;
- mr. J
- explosions
- large guns
- messing around
- winning at anything
- finding new things to get into
- being a villian
DISLIKES;
- being yelled at
- Batman
- having nothing to do
- the 'good guys'
- following orders
- being caught
HABITS;
- biting her nails
- being annoying
- making things explode
- following mr. J constantly
STRENGTHS;
- trained gymnast
- trained psychoanlyasis
- ability to be two steps ahead
- immunity to all toxins
- superhuman agility and strength
WEAKNESSES;
- mr. J
- dependent personality disorder - she has problems making her own decisions and relys on someone else to make them for her or give her advice on them
- large crowds - she gets lost easily
- heights - fears them
- buttons - she loves pushing them
GENERAL CHARACTER TRAITS;
Harley is the type of person who leaps around and doesn't sit still or stay in one place for long. She tries to calm herself around the Joker - as she doesn't like to piss him off. She loves to annoy anyone else around her by playing with anything she can get her hands on - normally she finds some buttons to push. She loves being a villian even if she is underestimated sometimes because of her slight stupidity.
She's not good at making her own decisions, and usually turns to Mr. J for help - he makes the decisions for her. She has developed an odd habit of talking to herself, a habit she picked up during her time in Arkham Asylum. She can't be left alone for long periods of time or she begins to freak out and usually turns destructive - not purposefully, of course.
y o u r . h i s t o r y
SPOUSE; None.
CHILDREN; None.
PARENTS; Unknown.
SIBLINGS; No.
EDUCATIONAL HISTORY; Graduated high school, went onto college to get a degree in Psycology.
BACKGROUND STORY;
Little is known about the early life of Harleen Quinzel. She was born in Gotham City, and was raised there for all of her childhood. But she developed a slight twisted habit of playing pranks and annoying the hell out of her friends and family, just because it was funny. She went through school, graduating highschool and going on to attend college, where she got her degree in psychology.
Harleen began teaching at the Arkham Asylum, talking with the patients and trying to get to the root of their craziness. She developed a strong love for the Joker at that time during their sessions. She helped him escape the asylum more than once, but in return, her license for psycology was revoked and she was chucked into a nice little padded cell for herself. However, it doesn't hold her for long. During an earthquake in Gotham, she escaped.
Not long after, Harleen became Harley Quinzel, the harlequin villian who was a cohort to the Joker. She stole her costume from a small shop in downtown Gotham and donned it, enjoying the role to it's fullest extent. It didn't take her long under the influence of Mr. J to develop a liking for explosions, robberies, and large, violent weapons of destruction.
Harley became the rival for a short period of time to Lex Luthor's assistant, Mercy Graves. They brutally fought one another while the Joker and Luthor had a business meeting together. Harley nearly killed Mercy by duct taping her mouth and taping her to the top of a giant android, but Batman came to her rescue. Harley was caught, taken away shouting: "I want a lawyer! I want a doctor! I want a cheese sandwhich!". Though of course, it didn't take her long to escape again.
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CHARACTER TITLE; Gah, I can't think of one off the top of my head. Anybody got any ideas?
HOW DID YOU FIND THE SITE?; Nicole told me ^_^
ANYTHING ELSE? Nope!
r o l e p l a y . s a m p l e
(During the time she was in the asylum, and her escape)
Her blank eyes stared at the padded white wall, barely blinking as she focused on the one spot. She had a enfuriating itch on her side, but the straightjacket she had been put in prevented her from scratching the blasted thing - so she was trying hard not to notice it, in hopes that it would go away. Her mind drifted away to other things, most of which included the man she had recently fallen in love with. He had a real name, but Harleen called him the Joker anyway, just because it was a much more fun name. She figured id she ever escaped this retched place, she'd find a name to call herself too.
Her eyes closed, the sedatives she had been given kicking in quicker than she had expected. She shifted slightly into a more comfortable position - then again, how comfortable could one get in a straight jacket. She frowned slightly, as she began to think up names. Joker had always told her during their sessions that her name sounded like harlequin, the french clown character that was often depicted as some sort of court jester. If she shortened both her names from Harleen into Harley and Quinzell into Quinn, then it made up a simple alias that still sounded like some sort of villian name. She smirked.
But she still wanted a cheese sandwhich.
Above her, the lights flickered suddenly and her eyes snapped open, a dazed and confused gloss covering them - another effect of the sedatives. For a moment, she thought the sedatives were making things shake, then she realized everything else around her was shaking. Earthquake, her mind instantly came up with, even under the heavy tranquilizers that was nearly numbing it. She stumbled slightly, but used the wall to get to her feet as the shaking began to get rougher and more intense. She coughed as dust flew up around her from one of the walls collapsing in the chaos. The dust blinded Harleen for a for moments before it cleared, the shaking dying down into nothingness. When the dust cleared, she grinned broadly as she realized the wall had collapsed, just behind it the way to freedom. Beyond the wall she could see the fence, and beyond that, Gotham City. Sirens sounded in the distance.
Without hesitation, Harleen quickly leapt through the hole that had been made when the wall collapsed, her bare feet touching down on the wet grass. She didn't dare look behind her as she ran toward the fence, her breathing coming out in sharp gasps. Running in a straight jacket was hard - it cut off your breathing more than normal. Wincing slightly, she jerked and fumbled with the jacket, grinning as she felt it give slightly, loosening up just enough. She jerked again, the arms of it coming free from behind her back. She wripped the acursed thing off and began to climb the fence, ignoring the shouts that had now began to sound behind her. In seconds, she was up and over the fence, running toward the city lights.
She stopped running and caught her breath in an alleyway as soon as she thought she was far enough away from them. New things were beginning to form in her mind. She was going to find the Joker - hopefully join up with him. But she knew one thing for a fact - she was no longer Harleen Quinn, psyciatrist, but Harley Quinn, a villian in the making.