RL Name: Jo
D.O.B.: What, my birthday? The day John Lennon died. 12/8/80
Character Type: Villain all the way!
Name: Doctor Harleen Quinzel
Codename: Harley Quinn.
Powers: Nothing superhuman. She’s smart, fast, and an above average gymnast. Also has a really twisted sense of humor, if you could call that a power.
Location: Gotham, or just wherever Mistah J is. If not Mistah J, she’s next to Posion Ivy.
Appearance: In costume, Harley dresses in a harlequin costume of red and black. She uses white and black grease paint on her face and neck, and any other part of her body that could be showing. It gives her a bit more of an insane look to her, but she doesn’t mind. Out of costume, if you ever see her out of costume, it’s like looking at a different person.
She dresses either casually or professionally, depending on the situation and her long blonde hair will be either in a loose pony tail, or up in pigtails, again depending on the situation. Despite being her in late twenties, she still maintains a child like appearance, and it wouldn’t be that far off to mistake her for being a lot younger than she is. Without the greasepaint, there’s always a chance to see a bruise or two left by the one and only Joker, its one reason she’s almost never out of costume. Who likes a bruised woman after all?
Personality: In a word: crazy. To define it more is hard as it lacks definition. Harley is whatever the situation warrants. She’s a loving and devoted minion of the Joker. She’s a spiteful little bitch with a tendency for destruction. She’s a psychiatric doctor with the urge to find her claim to fame. She’s a woman with a child-like sense of humor and her own brilliant and zany schemes. And she’s a criminal, singularly devoted and not above a murder or three to get her way.
Oh yeah, she wants to kill Batman. For making the Joker’s life miserable. How funny is that? She figures once Batman is dead, it’s all smooth sailing for her and joker. Guess the girl doesn’t understand the concept of a healthy love life. Which is okay, because normal men are boring with a capital yawn.
With the people she knows and trusts, though, you could never guess just how evil she can be. She’s very bubbly, very clingy and very childish. Of course, on the other side of the coin, when she snaps, you better hope you’re not within her range of vision or that she really wants to hurt you. Only a few things can stop her once she gets started, and strangely enough, one of those is a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘I’m sorry.’ Especially coming from the Joker.
Background: Harley started out as a student of psychiatry at Gotham University with a gymnastics scholarship. For the most part, she did very well in school, having a high degree of intelligence, of course, there were a few courses that gave her trouble and she took care of those in the way that any young, enterprising, blonde woman would. She slept on them, and oh joy, she passed those problem classes!
Ethics be damned, she got the grades she needed and was that much closer to her goal: fame and fortune through tell all books on crazy criminals. Next stop: Arkham. And it was here Harley’s life changed when she met The Joker.
To say she was fascinated is like saying the sun is bright. She was captivated, enthralled and maybe a little scared that she could feel that much for a man like The Joker. But during their sessions, he told her all about his past. Or at least, Harley assumes he did. How much of it was really true is debatable. But he painted such a picture that Harley couldn’t help but to be overwhelmed by him.
So, when he asked if she could help him out, she did. And when he came back, beaten to an almost bloody pulp by Batman, she flipped. Everyone looked at her oddly as she held him and cried, but this wasn’t another patient, this was her Joker. That night, she made herself up a costume and got him out.
It’s been a love/hate relationship ever since. Harley is every bit as deadly as her counterpart, though a bit more stable (which doesn’t say much) and acts the way she does out of devotion to him. Though, she can be just as bad on her own. For those times that she and the Joker are going through rough patches, she stays and makes trouble with Poison Ivy. Whom she affectionately calls ‘Red’. Given her nature, it’s most likely a very good thing for Gotham at large (and Batman) that she isn’t on her own.
Lasty, insert a demo pose of your character:
“Okay, Giggles, Bozo, we’re going to do this and we’re going to do this just as I say. Got it?”
Bozo raised his hand, and Harley let loose a long suffering sight and crossed her arms over her chest, her gun in one hand, “What, Bozo?”
“Where’s the boss?”
“He ain’t here, okay?”
Giggles raised his hand, “Now what?!” Harley snapped.
“What’s with the boss doll?” He asked, gesturing to the piece of work that Harley like to call ‘Robo-J’.
“You think they’ll take us seriously without Mistah J here? It’s for effect. Don’t worry, it’s all okay.” Of course, she was more or less lying. The ‘Robo J’ which was more or less a Joker doll with a few choice phrases and a basic movement program was there for the sole purpose of socking it to her man.
They had fought.
He had hit her.
She had had enough – and he hadn’t even apologized. She’d make sure he had his, and a well placed joke was the best way to do it. “Look, we’ll go in there, knock the place over and I’ll take the money to the real Boss, okay?”
Like hell she would. She’d take it to Red, fund whatever she was doing and get herself something nice. She could really use a day spa, get rid of some of the bruises. “Now, once more you two idiots. We’re going to do this, and you’re going to listen to me and it’s going to go perfectly, got it?”
They nodded. There were days Harley loved her job.