OUT of CHARACTERName: Al
Other characters: Sandy Marko
IN CHARACTERName: Harleen Quinzell
Fandom: DC Comics
Canon point/AU: Harley's been scooped up from the end of Gotham City Siren's: strange fruits
Journal:
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revvinguptheharleyHistory: http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Harleen_Quinzel_%28New_Earth%29
Harley is taken from before the universe was rebooted.
Presentation:
Harley Quinzel was once a respectable, cunning, ambitious woman who at times took herself too seriously. But the value of love and laughter was taught to her at a young age. Once her emotions were warped and twisted by the Joker she buried the more serious aspects of her personality in favor of a light hearted goofball personality, utterly devoted to those she has grown fond of.
Unflinchingly loyal, Harley's masochistic personality allows her to throw herself headlong into the face of danger laughing all the way, especially if a friend is in need. It can be this overenthusiastic attitude towards chaos however that leads her to take things too far at times. However more often then not she acts as the butt of a joke so that no one else has to feel bad. And while some may perceive her as a ditz, it is a dangerous mistake to under estimate her.
Shockingly brilliant at times, Harley has shown herself capable of outwitting, outmatching and out lasting some of Gotham's biggest and baddest, including befuddling and pestering Batman himself. However when she takes a position as sidekick (Something she has grown accustomed to) she tends fall on her face more and be more easily dispatched. Whenever she gets knocked down though she does her best to laugh at herself and spring back to her feet.
Of note is Harley's madness and addiction to the Joker is a major weakness. Even she admits that he's not good for her, but in his presence if he's aiming to charm her there's little she can do to resist the siren call of fun, chaos and mayhem.
Motivations: Harley is motivated by any number of things, a need for fun and excitement, a love for life and love. Though she has made more then a few attempts to go straight she just can't resist action when the pace picks up around her.
She is deeply in love with the Joker despite the abusive nature of his relationship, and despite being well aware of how dangerous it is for her she can't help but want to help him.
She's not necessarily a bad person, she's just got a sliding scale of morality. While she'd never hurt an innocent kid she's not above knocking Robin with an oversized mallet.
SAMPLESThread: http://revvinguptheharley.dreamwidth.org/2604.html
Prose: 200 word minimum. To mimic the spirit of capriciousness within this game, please write your third person sample based on the following prompt:
Harley blinked up at the panel of judges and felt a smile tug at the corners of her lips.
"Which one of you is the snarky British Judge who's supposed to make me feel bad?" She called much to the confusion of those watching. "Oh fine be that way. You guys are as much fun as my parole board. At least I had Bruce Wayne to look at there. And he's not hard to look at lemme tell you!" She made an exaggerated wink once again receiving no form of encouragement from the panel.
"Hello? Is this thing on? I know you're out there I can hear you sighing!" She called then rolled her eyes and fell into a backwards cartwheel over to the weapons table.
"What do I have to do to get some laughs around here?" She asked picking up some knives and juggling them idly, "Is it the outfit? I tried to tell them I wanted some makeup and a jesters costume but nobody listens to me!" She was walking backwards juggling the knives and tripped over a medicine ball with a yelp. The knives were sent flying in a beautiful arc and landed around Harley missing her just barely on either side of her head and one burying itself right above her head between her ponytails.
"Heh, call that one a mulligan...because it sure wasn't a cut up. You guys are as stiff as a morgue. And I know morgues."
Springing to her feet she landed on the Medicine ball and gave a twirl and a flip before landing on her hands and walking on them, ontop of the medicine ball rolling along the ground.
"Look Ma, no hands! Or is it both hands? Oh well my Ma wouldn't want to watch anyway. She's got some kind of problem with me being a convicted felon or whatever."
Bouncing back to her feet she scooped up the medicine ball and spun around faster and faster till it flew from her fingertips rocketing across the room and crashing into tables scattering weapons, tools, and smashing into a computer setting it sparking. Harley pulled a look of mock shock and grinned sheepishly at the judges.
"Put it on my tab?" She offered with a giggle.
What is your character scored: I'd say Harley is a solid eight or nine.
