Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 16, 2009 2:11:33 GMT -5
Worlds At War
The Basics:
Brand: DC
Name: Harleen Quinzel
Alias: Harley Quinn
Affiliation: Villain
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
The Cameras Are Easy To Fool
Appearance
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Harley Quinn was born with bright blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and mousy brown hair. The first two did more than enough to compliment her wild and somewhat innocent personality while her tendrils just seemed rather dull. After graduating high school she decided to spice things up a bit by become one of Gotham's most infamous bottled blonds.
When seen around the city she'll almost always be in uniform. Her body will be hugged latex suit that appears to be a second skin. The upper torso is divided right under her breasts with the colors of red and black, which also happen to be the main color of her villain attire. Her right arm and breast is a burning red with three small diamonds above her black glove. Her left arm and breast are the color of onyx with three small diamonds above her red glove. Further down the color switches itself as her right leg is wrapped in black and her left wrapped in red. She doesn't wear boots or tennis shoes but rather a light slipper with alternating colors to her suit once more.
Her face, a slight peach color, is covered with white greasepaint to match the color of her beloved. Her lips are painted a black color to add further contrast to the pale face she proudly prances about in. To top off the look she wears a simple thief's mask around her eyes as if she were some low rent, fifties era criminal. Finally she hides her normal blond pigtails in a split color headdress, right side black while the left is red.
Appearance
]
Harley Quinn was born with bright blue eyes, a dazzling smile, and mousy brown hair. The first two did more than enough to compliment her wild and somewhat innocent personality while her tendrils just seemed rather dull. After graduating high school she decided to spice things up a bit by become one of Gotham's most infamous bottled blonds.
When seen around the city she'll almost always be in uniform. Her body will be hugged latex suit that appears to be a second skin. The upper torso is divided right under her breasts with the colors of red and black, which also happen to be the main color of her villain attire. Her right arm and breast is a burning red with three small diamonds above her black glove. Her left arm and breast are the color of onyx with three small diamonds above her red glove. Further down the color switches itself as her right leg is wrapped in black and her left wrapped in red. She doesn't wear boots or tennis shoes but rather a light slipper with alternating colors to her suit once more.
Her face, a slight peach color, is covered with white greasepaint to match the color of her beloved. Her lips are painted a black color to add further contrast to the pale face she proudly prances about in. To top off the look she wears a simple thief's mask around her eyes as if she were some low rent, fifties era criminal. Finally she hides her normal blond pigtails in a split color headdress, right side black while the left is red.
Avengers Assemble!
Strengths
]- Acrobatics
- Psychology (Though she rarely uses it)
- Intellectual (Even though she doesn’t show it)
- Balance
- Strength and Agility
- Skilled with a blade (Thanks to Mistah J)
- Immunity to all toxins
Strengths
]- Acrobatics
- Psychology (Though she rarely uses it)
- Intellectual (Even though she doesn’t show it)
- Balance
- Strength and Agility
- Skilled with a blade (Thanks to Mistah J)
- Immunity to all toxins
Tell them they're already dead, they just haven't fallen down yet!
Weaknesses
The Joker
- Human
- Clumsy at times
- Gullible at times
- Allows herself to get wrapped up in chaos or torture making her forget about her surroundings.
- Poison Ivy
Weaknesses
The Joker
- Human
- Clumsy at times
- Gullible at times
- Allows herself to get wrapped up in chaos or torture making her forget about her surroundings.
- Poison Ivy
It'll all come out in the wash Cap.
Personality
Miss Quinn is a woman with extraordinary depth though people wouldn't think it. She's an intelligent woman through her faults. But where her smarts come in many of her faults do as well. She's a loving person, only to the Ace of Knaves and Red, Poison Ivy. And that loving persona is taken advantage of by her 'boyfriend' on numerious occasions. She's gullible which ends badly for her at times. She does enjoy the pain that comes with the package even though she rather dislikes being on the receiving end of knives. She doesn't want to scar her pretty face though she feels, secretly, like it would bring her closer to the Joker in certain respects.
With her taste of death she yearns to kill, murder, maim, or torture. Because of her dependent personality she can hardly control what happens to her when it comes to her weakness. But when she is standing over a body soon to leave the world she feels as if she is in a state of euphoria. She is in control as Harley is the one who is making the life slip from their eyes.
Personality
Miss Quinn is a woman with extraordinary depth though people wouldn't think it. She's an intelligent woman through her faults. But where her smarts come in many of her faults do as well. She's a loving person, only to the Ace of Knaves and Red, Poison Ivy. And that loving persona is taken advantage of by her 'boyfriend' on numerious occasions. She's gullible which ends badly for her at times. She does enjoy the pain that comes with the package even though she rather dislikes being on the receiving end of knives. She doesn't want to scar her pretty face though she feels, secretly, like it would bring her closer to the Joker in certain respects.
With her taste of death she yearns to kill, murder, maim, or torture. Because of her dependent personality she can hardly control what happens to her when it comes to her weakness. But when she is standing over a body soon to leave the world she feels as if she is in a state of euphoria. She is in control as Harley is the one who is making the life slip from their eyes.
Old Ghosts
History
Harley Quinn was born Harleen Francis Quinzel on a date in which she can't exactly remember. She allows such important dates meld together as if they have no meaning. But what she does know and remembers is being brought up by a mother who tried to live her dreams out through poor Harleen. At an early age she thrusted her daughter into various classes concerning gymnastics and dance. Pole vaulting and ballet. Back handsprings and jazz. Though her family was rather poor Harley kept attending due to her need to make her dear mother happy. She felt she had to make up for the missing spot in the family due to her father leaving them stranded when she was nothing but a fetus.
She began to turn to random men when she was old enough and would engage in casual sex which led to a part of herself filled up for brief minutes and then the feeling would take over once again. She felt a little less than human without the 'love' feeling she got when she allowed hands to roam her body. At age eighteen she began to work at a strip club, dancing and turning on the pole hoping it gave her what she wanted. But one night a customer became too touchy and forceful with her and Harley ended up killing him in self defense. Two things happened that night. That empty feeling was filled in certain respects as the power of taking a life making her feel God-like. She also wanted to know why the primal urges of the male got the better of him. The stripper wanted to attend college and pursue a career in exploring the mind.
Going through college, paying tuition and any other fees with the money she earned at night, she eventually graduated. Though Harley knew much about nothing when it came to anything other than Psychology she graduated with honors. And how she got those honors was due to certain oral techniques that made her Professors weak in their knees. She began interning at Arkham Asylum around the time the Joker took up residence in the solid walls. She immediately had a fascination with him. She wanted to know why he ticked the way he does, why he likes knives, and any other trivial idea. Due to no other doctors wanting the case she happily volunteered. Their meetings were odd, sometimes abusive in the verbal sense. But what caught her were the lies of stories he fed her about his whims of childhood and life. He consumed her thoughts causing her mind to backtrack to the murder committed at her old joint. She liked the feeling and he could allow her to kill again. Make that hole completely fill up inside of her.
She helped the Clown escape the Asylum and soon joined him taking on the title of 'The Joker's Girlfriend' much to his dismay. She took on the costume and the face paint to make him approve. She prances down the streets sometimes solitary and sometimes with her Puddin' looking for that feel of deadly euphoria.
However the Jester has been in and out of Arkham at times on her own accord and at other times against it. There was rumor as to her being the final member of the Secret Six but she'll never tell. Currently, instead of running about Gotham with her mallet at the ready, the petite blond is sitting in her own cell at the infamous institution so rightfully named Arkham Asylum.
History
Harley Quinn was born Harleen Francis Quinzel on a date in which she can't exactly remember. She allows such important dates meld together as if they have no meaning. But what she does know and remembers is being brought up by a mother who tried to live her dreams out through poor Harleen. At an early age she thrusted her daughter into various classes concerning gymnastics and dance. Pole vaulting and ballet. Back handsprings and jazz. Though her family was rather poor Harley kept attending due to her need to make her dear mother happy. She felt she had to make up for the missing spot in the family due to her father leaving them stranded when she was nothing but a fetus.
She began to turn to random men when she was old enough and would engage in casual sex which led to a part of herself filled up for brief minutes and then the feeling would take over once again. She felt a little less than human without the 'love' feeling she got when she allowed hands to roam her body. At age eighteen she began to work at a strip club, dancing and turning on the pole hoping it gave her what she wanted. But one night a customer became too touchy and forceful with her and Harley ended up killing him in self defense. Two things happened that night. That empty feeling was filled in certain respects as the power of taking a life making her feel God-like. She also wanted to know why the primal urges of the male got the better of him. The stripper wanted to attend college and pursue a career in exploring the mind.
Going through college, paying tuition and any other fees with the money she earned at night, she eventually graduated. Though Harley knew much about nothing when it came to anything other than Psychology she graduated with honors. And how she got those honors was due to certain oral techniques that made her Professors weak in their knees. She began interning at Arkham Asylum around the time the Joker took up residence in the solid walls. She immediately had a fascination with him. She wanted to know why he ticked the way he does, why he likes knives, and any other trivial idea. Due to no other doctors wanting the case she happily volunteered. Their meetings were odd, sometimes abusive in the verbal sense. But what caught her were the lies of stories he fed her about his whims of childhood and life. He consumed her thoughts causing her mind to backtrack to the murder committed at her old joint. She liked the feeling and he could allow her to kill again. Make that hole completely fill up inside of her.
She helped the Clown escape the Asylum and soon joined him taking on the title of 'The Joker's Girlfriend' much to his dismay. She took on the costume and the face paint to make him approve. She prances down the streets sometimes solitary and sometimes with her Puddin' looking for that feel of deadly euphoria.
However the Jester has been in and out of Arkham at times on her own accord and at other times against it. There was rumor as to her being the final member of the Secret Six but she'll never tell. Currently, instead of running about Gotham with her mallet at the ready, the petite blond is sitting in her own cell at the infamous institution so rightfully named Arkham Asylum.
Yeah well at least I know I'd pick Superman as a running buddy instead of my bullet-riddled ass.
Powers, abilities, skills, and etc.
Harley was gifted by her good friend, Poison Ivy, with an immunity to all toxins. The deadly laughing gas that the Joker uses, the Fear Toxin that Jonathan Crane has in his arsenal, or the simple poisons that Ivy has-- Harley is unaffected. Along with that gift her background in being a gymnast has allowed her to squeeze in and out of tight situations as well as flee threatening areas with simple handsprings.
Harley is often seen sporting a large somewhat comical mallet that she totes along with it resting against her shoulder. Though people may laugh it is often her main source in ending a life be it pounding the flattened skull to pieces or a simple swipe. She also has the large guns that blast little signs from the barrel such as "BANG" or "GOTCHA" which can be launched out and lodged into the chest or other cavities of their bodies. But just because it's always fun with someone meets their end to something so funny, Harley does have actual bullets that she doesn't hesitate to dispatch into a body.
Powers, abilities, skills, and etc.
Harley was gifted by her good friend, Poison Ivy, with an immunity to all toxins. The deadly laughing gas that the Joker uses, the Fear Toxin that Jonathan Crane has in his arsenal, or the simple poisons that Ivy has-- Harley is unaffected. Along with that gift her background in being a gymnast has allowed her to squeeze in and out of tight situations as well as flee threatening areas with simple handsprings.
Harley is often seen sporting a large somewhat comical mallet that she totes along with it resting against her shoulder. Though people may laugh it is often her main source in ending a life be it pounding the flattened skull to pieces or a simple swipe. She also has the large guns that blast little signs from the barrel such as "BANG" or "GOTCHA" which can be launched out and lodged into the chest or other cavities of their bodies. But just because it's always fun with someone meets their end to something so funny, Harley does have actual bullets that she doesn't hesitate to dispatch into a body.
I swear after midnight New York turns into a bad Joel Silver movie.
RP Sample:
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Harley stands inside of the primate portion of the zoo. An eyebrow quirked and her head tilted to the side. The chimpanzee staring from behind the bars performs the same task but with less self control. He seemed too excited to see someone else that stands before the cage not attempting to lure him closer or perform a trick for a simple banana or peanut. It's hard to believe, for Harley, that people speculate the origins of the human species came from these things. The right side of her lip hitches as she raises her hand and places it on her hip seeing that the monkey preforms the same action. The female jester doesn't like a copycat no matter what species. To further prove her point she remains facing the animal and bends her body to the left from the hips into an almost ninety degree angle. The chimp in return did the same except he fell off the branch completely and landed on the ground.
Well this was a cause for laughter from the Cupid of Crime. That obnoxious high pitch squeal that barely classifies as laughter is what comes forth from her tiny body. Hands come to grab at her sides while a finger is extended pointing towards the animal who isn't finding this funny at all. But her laughter soon stops as something goes zooming by with a particularly foul smell, worse than The Joker's socks after a hard days work of battling the Batman. Harley straightens herself up with narrowed bright blue eyes. That sorry excuse of a being just flung it's own feces at the wrong person.
Reaching down and grabbing the Tommy Gun in which she carried to the Zoo on this particular rainy night she had a stare off with the monkey once more. The sounds of it's peers, it's mate, began to go wild in this area. A disturbance in the peace is among them and Harley will see to it that none of them get to fling a single thing again.Without a word, needed or not, her right index finger squeezed the trigger letting out a storm of bullets. The vibration of the gun as it sends out bullets cause the woman's legs to tense up to keep from moving about. Bodies of monkeys drop like a sack of potatoes as she lowers the gun, that devilish smile on her face.
"Hate these things just about as much as I hate fish," She tsks, "No need for stupid animals to be sittin' around."
Her ears perked up as she hears the familiar name being called from the not too far distance. The voice is one she knows too well. The tone not one she particularly cares for. But then again The Joker is calling from a distance which calls for strain in a voice. Setting the gun back down she takes off on quick feet towards her Puddin of a man. That smile on her face as the Joker comes into picture. Ah the feeling of 'love'. The way his clothes fit him perfectly, even though his scars could be seen as disastrous she sees them as a beauty mark. Oh he'll never know just how much adoration she has towards the man, no one will.
There has been constant scrutiny from various people ranging from the Doctors at Arkham to the regular citizens of Gotham as to the relationship between the two. Truth of the matter is that the Joker is that much more stronger, that much more advanced with the ex-stripper on his team. Her lithe body is able to move into positions most contortionists envy. Plus the man isn't know to be the best fighter and Harley certainly holds her own better than he. Plus she's smarter than many people give her credit for.
"Ya know Puddin'," She says as she stands next to him, "If ya wanted to call me," She leans in with a silly smirk, "All ya had ta do was whistle," She ends with a wink.
"Ya know how ta whistle, don't cha?" At this point she is being silly and quite possibly stupid, "Ya just put ya lips togetha and blow," She speaks while demonstrating.
The Rest:
Name/Alias: Murphy
Years Rping: 8-9
Best way to contact: PM for AIM or MSN
Other: "I want a lawyer, I want a doctor, I want a cheese sandwich!"