Harleen Quinzel

[mallory]

HARLEEN FRANCIS QUINZEL

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Harley Quinn
Do you feel like a man
When you push her around
Do you feel better now
As she falls to the ground
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;; Harleen Francis Quinzel
nickname;; Harley Quinn - The Joker originally coined the name when they met in Arkham Asylum. When she decided to become his aid, she could think of no better name than the one her puddin' used.
age;; 28
date of birth;; February 6
gender;; Female
occupation;; Ex-psychiatrist, The Joker's right hand woman
sexualorienation;; Unsure
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Blonde and beautiful, though usually covered by her costume.
eyes;; Blue.
height;; 5'5", she's a tiny little thing
weight;; 135 lbs. Not that skinny.
build;; Short and curvy, with muscles built it. Being a gymnast will give you some bulk.
piercings;; None.
tatoos;; None.
style;; When she's not parading around in her usual jester attire, she keeps it simple and sexy. Usually, she struts around in nothing more than a large t-shirt and some panties. But when she needs to go out for something, she'll wear something sexy but appropriate, if that makes sense. When she was Dr. Quinzel, she was known for her flirtacious manner and her not-so-innocent attitude, so she wore clothes that fit into that persona. Tight skirts, low-cut shirts, black pumps, the works. It's not that much different now a days, even though she rarely leaves The Joker's side unless she absolutely has to.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;; Mistah J! ♥
Her best friend, Red
Her puddin' ♥
Lou and Bud, her babies
The Joker ♥
Shiny things, like jewels and gems
Did I mention her boss? ♥
Finding ways to kill Batman

hates;;The whole Bat family
Batman, especially
When her puddin' yells at her / kicks her out
Good doers
People who try to hurt Mitsah J

strengths;;Flexible, Good Looking, Agile, Friendly, Red (Pam)
weaknesses;; The Joker, Easily Manipulated, Not that Smart, Hopeless Romantic, Too Easily Attached
quirks/habits;;Affectionately calls The Joker 'Puddin' or 'Mistah J', refers to Bud and Lou as her 'babies', calls Pamela 'Red', tries to get The Joker to care about her, refers to herself as The Joker's girlfriend
goals/dreams;; - To get Mistah J to admit his feelings for her
- To get married to him and have his children
- To get rid of the Batman once and for all
- Send Gotham into a spiral of chaos and madness, with her puddin' of course
- Have a normal family with The Joker
overall personality;;Poor Harleen didn't know what she was getting herself into when she interview The Joker. Not only did he take her sanity, he took her heart as well, leaving her a shell of what she used to be. A playful, cheery girl, Harley lives to satisfy her Puddin'. She means well with all of her mannerisms, whether it be trying to get him into bed for a special night, or trying to help him plan against the stupid Bat. And even though sometimes he can say such harsh things to her, she always keeps a smile on her face. She won't let him push her away, she loves him too much to let him go. She's very affectionate with those she likes, and though she's a bit ditsy, she has nothing but the best intentions in her mind.
Though, she has such a gentle heart, and she can't stand for it to break. Whenever The Joker is mean to her, she can't help but sulk about it. Red tells her all time to get over him, considering what a horrible man he is and how awful he treats her. But Harley can't pull herself away. She's so deeply in love with him, she got attached instantly. The though of abandoning him scares her too much, even though she's tried on her own. No matter what she does, she goes crawling back to him. Usually, she's peppy and bouncy, full of life. But, when things get rough, she'll be upset and lash out in the strangest ways.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Joseph Quinzel {unknown;62}
mother;; Maria Quinzel {unknown;58}
siblings;; None
relatives;; Unknown
pets;; Lou and Bud {hyenas;2 and 3}
hometown;; Gotham City
currentlyliving;; Gotham City
history;;Born Harleen Francis Quinzel, Harleen grew up in Gotham City. Before she could even blink an eye, she was a student at Gotham City University, where she dreamed to one day be a pop psychologist.She won a gymnastic scholarship but still had that burning desire to earn a degree in psychology. Harleen never really earned great grades in that field, even though she tried her hardest. Crushed by her low markings, she seduced her professor into changing her grade to a perfect score, which was the highest grade of that year's students.

Harleen chose to intern at Gotham City's Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane because she dreamed of crafting a tell-all book about criminal mystique. There she met Dr. Joan Leland, who made Harleen feel comfortable in her new environment. She taught her everything she would need to know about the building, the doctors, and more importantly, the inmates. Only one inmate had Harleen totally fixated: the Joker, Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime. When returning back to her office after a long day at work, she found a rose on her desk addressed to her from the asylum's very own cackling menace. Shocked, Harleen approached him, asking how he brought the rose into her office. Sporting a grin, he told her that he put it there and he loved her name. It reminded him of Harlequin, the jester character.From then on, she pleaded with Dr. Leland for over three months to set up a session with the Joker. Once she succeeded in her begging, she studied all his tricks and gimmicks and felt she had read all the research that was needed to analyze him.

Harleen entered the room, ready to hear anything, until he hit her with something that would throw her off course. He informed her of his abusive father and also torments from Batman. Harley had never realized all the torture that this poor soul had to endure. She fell pray to his lies and scandals, becoming more and more attracted to him as the days went on. One day, when word let out that he had escaped Arkham, she found herself going crazy. She worried day and night as to where he was, what he was doing, and if he was safe. A month or two later, he returned, dragged in by Arkham employees, beaten and bruised by Batman. For her, that was the last straw. She fled the asylum and rushed into a costume shop, pulling together her own clown costume, dropping Harleen Quinzel, and became Harley Quinn, the Joker's right hand woman.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Mallory
age;; Seventeen
experience;; A lot.
activity;; Frequent?
whyyoujoined;; Because I love Alli. Obviously.<3
phrase;; Harley Quinn warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;; Not my best, but it's okay.

Admittedly, Pam got a little confused when Helena began explaining why she got the plants she did. To be honest, Pam didn't really care. She'd seen a whole multitude of people browse in and out of here, from a bald biker getting roses to a little old lady buying a cactus. So, when Helena started rambling about her apartment, Pam sort of brushed it aside and took the bills from her hand, shoving them into the register and collecting her change.

"You're change is $1.24," she stated, handing her the money in her hands as well as the receipt. Though she didn't buy much, Pam still felt like she should help her bring her plants to her car. She grabbed the ficus and went around the counter, appearing next to the girl. "Just tell me where the car is and I'll load this in the back." She was acting sort of off today, but it was typical Pam.

Anarchist? Oh god, Pam tried to get that class out of her head. Though it provided her with the attitude she loves and adores now a days, not that it needed any help, it wasn't the best of classes. But that was in Seattle. Did Hel ever go to Seattle? if she did, Pam never recalled seeing her. She nodded at the girl, struggling slightly with the ficus. "Uh, yeah. Back in college. That was a while ago though. And the class didn't last long."

Walking out the door, she looked down the street both ways, trying to find a car of some sort. However, to her dismay, she found nothing that struck her as the type of car Helena would drive. She tilted her head slightly, turning back to the olive girl. "Did you walk here?" she probed. If she knew she was going to buy something, why would she walk? Regardless, even if she did, Pam would offer a ride home. It was almost quitting time anyway, and Pam needed to get out of her stuffy but beautiful shop.

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[Alli]

I love how you copied this exactly from CC. But, nonetheless I love you and I just scared my Spidey kitty by moving my foot... which means you are:

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