Post by quinn on Mar 5, 2010 13:30:57 GMT -5
HARLEENFRANCISQUINZEL
Name: "Hehe, my given name is Harleen Quinzel. But thats just the man's way of trying to keep me down! He tries to keep us all down..sadly..poor poor evil man. He makes me sad. Tear.."
Nickname(s): "Ol' I'll answer to anything really especially if its comin' from my Puddin'. God I love that man..others can call me Harley. Batty knows me by Harley Quinn"
Age: "Last I've checked I've smashed twenty-seven birthday cakes in my life. All chocolate..yum!"
Gender: "I've got two things suggesting I'm a female hehehe"
Birthday: "Oh! Will I get a present for answerin' the question or maybe a present on my birthday? Aug 15th, sugar pie honey bunch"
Sexual Orientation: "Straight lines go far as the eye can see"
Job: "I was one of those shrinks but now I've turned into the patient. What an ironic twist huh? Keeps me laughing for days"
Powers: "Powers? No powers here, just little ol' me with my skills of an acrobat from my serious years as gymnast, boy were those some dull days thinkin' about it. Oh yeah, thanks to Red toxins, gases, and poisons don't work on me so ha. Hehe I can also do a little bit of magic such as pullin a bomb from behind your ear or makin' a hammer come out of nowhere or whatever I want really personally bazookas are my fav"
Position: "I'm crazy for cocoa puffs cereal and blowing things up. Suppose that makes me a bad person"
Play by: Kristen Bell
Height: "I’m so tiny and short, but I find the shorter they are, the harder they fall. I stand at the height of 5’3 and proud of it baby. Mwuahaha, oh I like the evil laugh"
Weight: "115 pounds of insanity hahaha"
Body Type: "Slender with that hour glass shape"
Hair: "Hehe what to know a secret? Ha, my naturally hair color is brunette but now I'm a blond. Shh, no tellin'"
Eyes: "Bwueee"
Tattoos and Piercings: "Well heh my ears are pierced"
Likes:
[x]Mistah J
[x]Ivy
[x]Blowing bubbles
[x]Playing with her clown doll
[x]Bobby pins
[x]Making faces
[x]Pulling at her face
[x]Being tickled
[x]Sticking out her tongue
[x]Her 'babies'
[x]Stuffed animals
[x]Telling jokes
[x]Red
[x]Black
[x]Purple
[x]White
[x]Fun
[x]Acid
[x]Bazookas
[x]Making things go boom
[x]Shopping
[x]Kissing Batman
[x]Slapping people
[x]Making funny noises
[x]Clicking her tongue
[x]Crossing her eyes
[x]Robbing banks
[x]Havoc
[x]Blowing kisses
[x]Nice dresses
[x]Good days
[x]Chocolate
[x]Flirting
[x]Kissing in general
[x]Playing dress up
[x]Car chases
[x]Pouting
[x]Games
[x]Explosives
[x]Smiles
Dislikes:
[x]Being yelled at
[x]Fighting with The Joker
[x]Getting on The Joker's bad side
[x]Bad jokes
[x]Getting caught
[x]Going back to Arkham
[x]Getting kicked
[x]Brown
[x]Pink
[x]Grey
[x]People with no sense of humor
[x]Shots
[x]Pain
[x]Being called a doormat
[x]Hearing the word no
[x]Secrets
[x]Lies
[x]Serious people
[x]Bad puns
[x]Sad stories
[x]Lawyers
[x]Batman
[x]Robin
[x]Fish
[x]People trying to blow her up
[x]People trying to shoot her
[x]People trying to run her over..
[x]People trying to kill her in general
[x]People trying to hurt The Joker
[x]People insulting The Joker
[x]Silence
[x]Losing
[x]Being neglected
[x]The Creeper
[x]Being betrayed
[x]Superman
[x]Being put down
[x]The Joker..sometimes..
[x]Her past
[x]Bleeding
[x]Modesty
[x]Strait jackets
[x]Not getting her way
Strengths:
[x]Explosives
[x]Manipulation
[x]Skilled gymnast
[x]Flexibility
[x]Being immune to toxins
[x]Speed
[x]Being small
[x]Enhanced Strength&Stamina
[x]Master at Disguises
Weaknesses:
[x]Intelligence
[x]Love for The Joker
[x]Easily manipulated
[x]Poison Ivy
[x]Clumsy
[x]Emotional
[x]Combat
[x]Insanity
[x]Childish
[x]Caring for others
Fears:
[x]Death
[x]Not getting the joke
[x]The Joker replacing her
[x]The Bat killing her
[x]Regaining her sanity
[x]Her pets dying
[x]The Joker dying
Personality:
Family: Name, age, and occupation
Pets: "Oooooh my babies! Mommy's little precious spotted hyenas. Bud and Lou, oh how mommy loves ya and don't ya ever forget it!"
History: "Oh, wanna know about my past? Heh born in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn I was your average everyday girl. On the gymnastic team, cheerleader, and blah blah and more blah but those are my serious dull borin' days, the fun starts during college. I was never what ya called real smart, my Puddin' is the real jealous. I got my way through college by sleeping with my professors and then hehe sleeping my way to get into Arkham's Asylum internship. I was a bad little girl, wasn't I? So bad..anyhooooo that's where I met -sighs lovely- my Puddin'. He was my first patient, he had such a bad life his father was a real meanie hurting and abusing my poor baby. Then Batman..he didn't understand him, he beat him up then went and beat up more people! What a jolly sucker..
I had to help my Puddin' so hehe I robbed a costume shop and became who I am today, the fabulous Harley Quinn! I broke my poor innocent sweetie out of the mean bad ol' prison cell and took him home with me, but that idiotic Bat always caught him again but hehe I kept gettin' my Puddin out, but then those fools caught on to me and put me in my own cell and took my license away. -pouts- It was all for the best now me and Mistah J's relationship is public and everyone knows and can see how much me and him love each other. With my new identity, I met new people such as my best friend Poison Ivy. Eh, name is kinda long so I call her Red. Whenever me and Mistah J get into one of those little innocent fights she helps me pick myself back up again. She injected me with some shot and boy did it hurt!
Guess it was for a good cause though, I'm immune to toxins and poisons and all that icky stuff. Ya know I had many adventures with the 'Dork' Knight and he really makes my smile turn upside down but I got ta admit he is a cutie. Ha! I remember he sprung me out Arkham to help capture my Puddin', joke was on him I turned on him and was about to run away with my Puddin' until certain things caused us to have a tensy wienie fight but we made up. Hehe, we always do. I've had other adventures with my fine sexy man even met other Batman freaks like fly boy heh! They call us crazy, but whose the ones running around in their underwear? Huh?! Huh?! Yeah, thought so.."
Role Play Sample: Moron. Maniac. Jerk. Egotistical Prick. Asshole. Son of a bit-..well maybe her insults on Dean were starting to go a bit to far, besides she had seen pictures of Mary Winchester when she was still a big fan of 'uncle' John and she couldn't help but want to be everything the woman was which was beautiful and from stories she heard, she was something special and a fighter to the core. Heh, she knew that when it comes to the girls today that she couldn't even compare in the looks department if she wanted to, she was the average tiny blond with boring brown eyes. The only compliments she got were from men twice her age that just wanted a piece of something..fresh. Maybe she should of stayed in school, stayed normal or whatever the hell normal was and stopped yearning for something that surely was not going to happen especially if the object of her affection considered drinking around midnight a good habit. Jo absentmindedly clicked her tongue at her thoughts frowning as her temper went from almost coming out to disappearing completely and a sort of depression making its way through her, though during the whole thinking process she kept her eyes on Dean still being able to at least hold the illusion up that she was still angry, which she was but just other emotions were clouding over her anger at the moment. One of the emotions also being confusion watching him instead of going behind the bar which she thought he was going to do with the 'help myself' comment, but instead she raised a brow curious watching him go to the jukebox instead.
When that familiar tune started to play filling the room, a hint of a smile started to surface on her face before that smile became a frown as Dean began to sing along to the song causing her to tilt her head a bit to the side watching him curious and amused. Though she didn't want to, she had to admit Dean actually had a pretty nice voice for an asshole. She was actually getting lost in the song and him singing it, until he had to ruin it by adding his own line involving her getting him a beer. Yeah, he was an asshole. She glanced at Julian out the corner of her eye and couldn't help but wonder if he had ever been drunk and did he act like the big dummy was right now. She didn't answer his comment, she actually decided not to acknowledge it as she continued to let REO Speedwagon calm her down enough that she could deal with these idiots, well minus one idiot and add a boy that seems to just be an innocent bystander in all this. Poor dude..what was his name again? She tuned ol' Kevin out for a few seconds to remember the name of the person she was supposedly allowing to stay here. James? Jerry..she knew it was a 'J' name because she made the connection because her name also began with 'J'. Julian! That was it or that better be it, because she didn't know what else to call him if that wasn't his name, she could call him 'boy' or 'you there' but considering the fact that he looked and probably was older than her, right at the dot drinking age, that would be a very silly and maybe humorous thing to do and she wanted him to treat her seriously unlike some people. She tuned one of her favorite songs back in and had to stop herself from humming along to it considering the fact that she wasn't alone.
A thought occurred to her that besides Tweedledee and Tweedledum, she wasn't quite sure who was which at the moment, the three of them weren't alone and two more resided in this building and because of the jukebox those two could wake up at any minute. It was past midnight definitely now and she did not want to see her mother up and about yelling at her for serving a drunk alcohol or yelling at her for not providing some poor nice young man a place to rest his nice little head, actually if her mother woke up and came here there was going to be a lot of yelling and it was going to be directed at her and when it was directed at her, she was of course going to yell back so there was going to be a yelling contest with an audience of two if Mother Bear awoke from her hibernation. So to prevent the yelling portion of the night or morning..Jo quickly went to the jukebox and turned it off, covering it up with the sheet that rested on the chair beside it. Now that the music was off hopefully her mother would stay asleep and she herself could follow up and join the sleeping team in at least a hour or less, hopefully less. She turned around and leaned her back against the jukebox and couldn't help noticing they all had their own little corner and were now in different positions. Jo bit down on her bottom lip and crossed her arms as she waited for someone to speak. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long because Dean pointed to Julian and asked who he was. Biting down on her lip a bit harder to avoid laughing at the pointing, she closed her eyes for a second or two shaking her head before looking back at Julian as he answered the question and then added a bit more to a comment directing at her she supposed.
"Who said I was getting you anything in the firs-"
She shut her mouth quickly and bit down on it once more. Guess she still was sort of angry, but she didn't have to take it out on him. now did she? Was it his fault that she wasn't in bed right now sleeping soundly in the land of dreamland? Actually..yeah it was. Bad Jo. She shrugged her shoulders and frowned sliding her hands into the side pockets of her jeans looking at Julian. "Sorry.." she mumbled then turned to Dean and her frowned deepened as she decided to finally acknowledge his question from before and perhaps the reason he was even here in the first place. "I'm not getting you a beer either so do me and Sleepy here a favor which is suck it up, get sober, and then leave completely sober, so we don't have to be worried to death about the animals and people you could kill if you go out driving right now"
Name: Kay
Age: 19
Contact Info: by contacting me the way you want to contact me..shout my name from a window I'll be there
Experience: a time that is long
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