Name: Amanda Age: 30 Contact Info:phurbur Other Characters: None
Character Information
Name: Dr. Harleen Quinzel, aka Harley Quinn Canon: DC Comics Age: early 30s Gender: female Canon Point: Pre-DCnU, After Gotham City Sirens #17 Background Link:http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Harley_Quinn#History Inventory:
1 red and black jester's costume including gloves, boots, cowl, and mask
1 small purse containing: a large compact housing theatrical quality greasepaint a tube of dark red lipstick a rubber chicken a now completely useless iPhone 37 cents, American
Personality:
Harleen Quinzel has always followed her heart, and the twisted path it has led her down has helped shape who she is today. Seduced by her patient, the Joker, the intelligent and highly dedicated former psychiatrist went mad with love. She then joined him in what would prove to be a severely toxic on-and-off-again relationship and criminal career. Predisposed to take such abuse due to a low self-esteem and a troubled history with her father, she still struggles to convince herself that she deserved better. Self-delusion is one helluva drug. In recent years, the two have been separated. Harley has been keeping busy on both sides of the law by entertaining one whim after the next in her trademark mercurial fashion.
Harley's personality can best be described as upbeat, bubbly, vivacious. Insanity has brought about a childish regression inside her. She sees the world in bright colors and softened cartoon edges. She likes to play games and break rules, never really accepting responsibility for any of her actions. She enjoys acting and performing a role, and especially relishes the trickster archetype. Her fun lies with mischief and mayhem. She delights in the unpredictable, which is for the best, as trouble has a way of finding Harley even when she isn't looking for it. She also can be impatient and rash, preferring to rush into conflicts mallet-first rather than formulate a battle plan.
It's usually only when she's trying to prove something when she puts her cleverness to use. Otherwise, she has a tendency to play dumb... often getting lost in the ditzy role. Harley can therefore usually get a leg up by being underestimated by her opponent. If she can find means to manipulate another person she most certainly will. She enjoys flirting, especially as a means of distraction or to make the other party uncomfortable. She also can be quite genuinely sweet at times, which is possibly the most disarming of all, as one can almost forget just how dangerous she can be.
Violence is one of many things that Harley can't seem to take seriously. It's another part of her life that keeps her on her toes and keeps things exciting. Whether she's a criminal or trying to reform for the hundredth time, she's still partial to explosions and splatters. In her hands, heavy artillery is just another toy. Killing somebody could be as light of a matter as the punchline to a joke, or as inconsequential as them having been in the way of a greater scheme. It all depends on how "good" she's trying to be at the time, though her take on right and wrong is filtered through a cracked lens. She committed an immeasurable amount of violent crimes while she served as hench-woman under the Joker, enacted out of her disturbing sense of devotion to him.
A natural sidekick, Harley is habitually inclined to fall in line with a lover, friend, or group. She will protest being labeled as a "doormat" but thrives on validation and approval from others. She usually makes for a very loyal friend, though there are few guarantees with her capricious nature. Her brand of love is obsessive and self-destructive and even when not in a relationship she enjoys meddling in the romantic affairs of others. Love is the one thing Harley doesn't joke about. She's a fiercely passionate person.
Flavor Abilities:
Intelligence - It has been stated in canon that Harley has high, even genius-level intelligence, despite her bimbo persona. She earned a doctorate through cleverness, manipulation, and seduction.
Gymnastics - Harley is a trained gymnast who had used her skill to win a college scholarship. Later she would find it handy in carrying out eccentric criminal escapades.
Nerfed abilities would probably include an enhanced strength and agility, which in canon are set at nearly meta-human levels, and I expect her immunity to poisons will be nullified completely.
Suitability:
I like the idea of introducing psychological horror to a psychologically interesting character. I find that Harley Quinn has a lot of depth and different facets to her personality, which should prove interesting when introduced to situations that might challenge what she knows and feels about herself. Shake her up. She's also very resilient character so I think it would be fun to test-drive the survival setting. She's survived a tumultuous relationship with one of the most dangerous villains in her canon, countless murder attempts by various characters, a death and resurrection, and even a world-hopping adventure across universes and back. All thanks to a positive attitude and a few loose screws. I can imagine her in-game trying to live in a near-unlivable wasteland of snow, exploring, and trying to find her place amidst the group of other survivors as both a possible friend and foe, all while dancing around the powder-keg that is her psychotic ex-boyfriend.
2. [After seeing several of the videos posted to the network appear distorted, Harley decides to indulge her curiosity by attempting one of her own. The feed indeed appears to be malfunctioning somehow. Everything in view - Harley's coat, the backpack hanging off one shoulder, and the backdrop of the abandoned building behind her show crystal-clear to the viewer - except the clown girl's face. Above her collar and below two red and black jester's horns sticks a blur of static that help obscure her identity to those unfamiliar with her. A technical problem, rather than an actual physical anomaly might be guessed by the way she seems unphased by the fuzzy head space.
She spends the first few seconds waggling her fingers at the screen and mimicking the sound of a cartoon ghost.]
OoooOwooo! Booogabooga!
[She then stops and claps her hands together.]
Now did that look a spooooky internet filter or what? 'Cause if it did, I'm thinkin' somethin's tricked up our tech.
[She switches again on a dime, taking up the affect of a PSA spokeswoman.] If it didn't, then this has just been the friendly Ghost of Snow Days Past reminding you all not to be so stingy when somebody comes poking around your rations. It just makes it that harder to steal!
Toodle-boo! [She gives the camera a wiggly little wave before the feed cuts out.]
Log -
1. "Split up. We'll cover more ground." Harley's traveling companion ordered, ignoring her sounds of protest as he made his way up the stairs. Ugh. Nobody ever listened to her!
"That doesn't even work for Scooby Doo..." she muttered, finding herself alone in the old house. There was something extra creepy about this one. Everything inside it had been blackened by some sort of fire. The walls, the floors, the living-room furniture set that Harley surmised probably didn't look that good back when it was new anyway. Her rumbling stomach lead her out of the room rather quickly and she moved on to scavenge in the charred remains of the kitchen.
"Place looks like mine the last time I tried to cook a roast," Harley mused. It was much like the rest of the home. Burnt to an utter crisp. Still, everything was standing. There must have been something left. A canned-good tucked away in the recesses of the cupboards. A Twinkie hidden in the refrigerator's crisper drawer for safe-keeping. Who could say what little things will surprise you by surviving such destruction?
Harley scooted around the small kitchen table and just managed to catch sight of a trio of silhouettes on the wall. The outline of two larger figures and a small one seated between them. A family. Harley bit at her lip and stared at the scene. After a second, she reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lipstick. It was mostly gone. She put the makeup to the wall like a crayon and drew, adding a smiley face to each blank space that had once shadowed a member of the house.
"At least you got each other," she said. Feeling satisfied, she turned to rifle through the ruined wooden cabinets."'Course, I'm hopin' you got somethin' a little less well-done tucked away too. I bet you'd just hate to embarrass a house-guest..."
Pots and pans flew over her shoulders carelessly, clanking as they hit the floor.
Harley Quinn | DC Comics
Name: Amanda
Age: 30
Contact Info:
Other Characters: None
Character Information
Name: Dr. Harleen Quinzel, aka Harley Quinn
Canon: DC Comics
Age: early 30s
Gender: female
Canon Point: Pre-DCnU, After Gotham City Sirens #17
Background Link: http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Harley_Quinn#History
Inventory:
1 red and black jester's costume
including gloves, boots, cowl, and mask
1 small purse containing:
a large compact housing theatrical quality greasepaint
a tube of dark red lipstick
a rubber chicken
a now completely useless iPhone
37 cents, American
Personality:
Harleen Quinzel has always followed her heart, and the twisted path it has led her down has helped shape who she is today. Seduced by her patient, the Joker, the intelligent and highly dedicated former psychiatrist went mad with love. She then joined him in what would prove to be a severely toxic on-and-off-again relationship and criminal career. Predisposed to take such abuse due to a low self-esteem and a troubled history with her father, she still struggles to convince herself that she deserved better. Self-delusion is one helluva drug. In recent years, the two have been separated. Harley has been keeping busy on both sides of the law by entertaining one whim after the next in her trademark mercurial fashion.
Harley's personality can best be described as upbeat, bubbly, vivacious. Insanity has brought about a childish regression inside her. She sees the world in bright colors and softened cartoon edges. She likes to play games and break rules, never really accepting responsibility for any of her actions. She enjoys acting and performing a role, and especially relishes the trickster archetype. Her fun lies with mischief and mayhem. She delights in the unpredictable, which is for the best, as trouble has a way of finding Harley even when she isn't looking for it. She also can be impatient and rash, preferring to rush into conflicts mallet-first rather than formulate a battle plan.
It's usually only when she's trying to prove something when she puts her cleverness to use. Otherwise, she has a tendency to play dumb... often getting lost in the ditzy role. Harley can therefore usually get a leg up by being underestimated by her opponent. If she can find means to manipulate another person she most certainly will. She enjoys flirting, especially as a means of distraction or to make the other party uncomfortable. She also can be quite genuinely sweet at times, which is possibly the most disarming of all, as one can almost forget just how dangerous she can be.
Violence is one of many things that Harley can't seem to take seriously. It's another part of her life that keeps her on her toes and keeps things exciting. Whether she's a criminal or trying to reform for the hundredth time, she's still partial to explosions and splatters. In her hands, heavy artillery is just another toy. Killing somebody could be as light of a matter as the punchline to a joke, or as inconsequential as them having been in the way of a greater scheme. It all depends on how "good" she's trying to be at the time, though her take on right and wrong is filtered through a cracked lens. She committed an immeasurable amount of violent crimes while she served as hench-woman under the Joker, enacted out of her disturbing sense of devotion to him.
A natural sidekick, Harley is habitually inclined to fall in line with a lover, friend, or group. She will protest being labeled as a "doormat" but thrives on validation and approval from others. She usually makes for a very loyal friend, though there are few guarantees with her capricious nature. Her brand of love is obsessive and self-destructive and even when not in a relationship she enjoys meddling in the romantic affairs of others. Love is the one thing Harley doesn't joke about. She's a fiercely passionate person.
Flavor Abilities:
Intelligence - It has been stated in canon that Harley has high, even genius-level intelligence, despite her bimbo persona. She earned a doctorate through cleverness, manipulation, and seduction.
Gymnastics - Harley is a trained gymnast who had used her skill to win a college scholarship. Later she would find it handy in carrying out eccentric criminal escapades.
Nerfed abilities would probably include an enhanced strength and agility, which in canon are set at nearly meta-human levels, and I expect her immunity to poisons will be nullified completely.
Suitability:
I like the idea of introducing psychological horror to a psychologically interesting character. I find that Harley Quinn has a lot of depth and different facets to her personality, which should prove interesting when introduced to situations that might challenge what she knows and feels about herself. Shake her up. She's also very resilient character so I think it would be fun to test-drive the survival setting. She's survived a tumultuous relationship with one of the most dangerous villains in her canon, countless murder attempts by various characters, a death and resurrection, and even a world-hopping adventure across universes and back. All thanks to a positive attitude and a few loose screws. I can imagine her in-game trying to live in a near-unlivable wasteland of snow, exploring, and trying to find her place amidst the group of other survivors as both a possible friend and foe, all while dancing around the powder-keg that is her psychotic ex-boyfriend.
RP Samples:
Network -
1. http://snowblindmemes.dreamwidth.org/22630.html?thread=8213862#cmt8213862
2. [After seeing several of the videos posted to the network appear distorted, Harley decides to indulge her curiosity by attempting one of her own. The feed indeed appears to be malfunctioning somehow. Everything in view - Harley's coat, the backpack hanging off one shoulder, and the backdrop of the abandoned building behind her show crystal-clear to the viewer - except the clown girl's face. Above her collar and below two red and black jester's horns sticks a blur of static that help obscure her identity to those unfamiliar with her. A technical problem, rather than an actual physical anomaly might be guessed by the way she seems unphased by the fuzzy head space.
She spends the first few seconds waggling her fingers at the screen and mimicking the sound of a cartoon ghost.]
OoooOwooo! Booogabooga!
[She then stops and claps her hands together.]
Now did that look a spooooky internet filter or what? 'Cause if it did, I'm thinkin' somethin's tricked up our tech.
[She switches again on a dime, taking up the affect of a PSA spokeswoman.] If it didn't, then this has just been the friendly Ghost of Snow Days Past reminding you all not to be so stingy when somebody comes poking around your rations. It just makes it that harder to steal!
Toodle-boo! [She gives the camera a wiggly little wave before the feed cuts out.]
Log -
1. "Split up. We'll cover more ground." Harley's traveling companion ordered, ignoring her sounds of protest as he made his way up the stairs. Ugh. Nobody ever listened to her!
"That doesn't even work for Scooby Doo..." she muttered, finding herself alone in the old house. There was something extra creepy about this one. Everything inside it had been blackened by some sort of fire. The walls, the floors, the living-room furniture set that Harley surmised probably didn't look that good back when it was new anyway. Her rumbling stomach lead her out of the room rather quickly and she moved on to scavenge in the charred remains of the kitchen.
"Place looks like mine the last time I tried to cook a roast," Harley mused. It was much like the rest of the home. Burnt to an utter crisp. Still, everything was standing. There must have been something left. A canned-good tucked away in the recesses of the cupboards. A Twinkie hidden in the refrigerator's crisper drawer for safe-keeping. Who could say what little things will surprise you by surviving such destruction?
Harley scooted around the small kitchen table and just managed to catch sight of a trio of silhouettes on the wall. The outline of two larger figures and a small one seated between them. A family. Harley bit at her lip and stared at the scene. After a second, she reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lipstick. It was mostly gone. She put the makeup to the wall like a crayon and drew, adding a smiley face to each blank space that had once shadowed a member of the house.
"At least you got each other," she said. Feeling satisfied, she turned to rifle through the ruined wooden cabinets."'Course, I'm hopin' you got somethin' a little less well-done tucked away too. I bet you'd just hate to embarrass a house-guest..."
Pots and pans flew over her shoulders carelessly, clanking as they hit the floor.