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Name: Phas
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E-mail: geoduelist87@yahoo.com
AIM: seraphomnis
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route:used_fireblast
Character
Name: Harley Quinn
Series: Batman the Animated Series
Timeline: Some time after "Mad Love"
Canon Resource Links:
DCAU Wiki
That Other Wiki
Personality:
For a long stretch of her life, Harley was largely defined by her relationship -and obsession- with the Joker. Entirely devoted to her "Puddin", she refused to acknowledge any wrong doing on his part. Their criminal acts were a sort of game and the abuse he hurled at her on a regular basis was entirely deserved. After an incident in which the Joker ejected her from his gang, Harley briefly started a criminal partnership with Poison Ivy; this was the first time since assuming her criminal persona that she broke away from the Joker and managed to build a modicum of self-esteem and independence. It was also the beginning of a lasting friendship and occasional partnership with Ivy during times when she was separated from the Joker. Harley has also made at least one serious attempt at rehabilitation and leaving behind her life of crime, even turning against the Joker, though between her emotional instability and the Joker's ability to manipulate her it rarely lasts.
Harley is almost perpetually perky and outgoing. Even in the middle of committing a crime she's prone to childlike behavior, treating everything as a game. She can hold her own in a fight, but has a penchant for using cartoonish weapons like giant mallets and a brick-filled rubber chicken. When needed or when she gets pushed too far, Harley can get serious and put on a front of sanity in order to con people or access someplace an obvious maniac might have trouble getting to. She's capable of scheming, using a brand of illogic that can be hard to predict. She once managed to successfully incapacitate Batman; he only saved himself by playing on Harley's need to prove herself. She doesn't seem to bear personal grudges, even when trying to kill someone, it's usually because it's what's needed at the moment or because they're trying to hurt someone Harley cares about. It's not unusual for her to keep up animated chatter in the middle of a fight. Despite her relative innocence, she's well aware of her own sex-appeal and has used it more than once as a distraction. Harley is easy to manipulate if you manage to pick up on any of the soft spots in her armor, and she usually has a very poor poker face.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Acrobatics
+Improvisation/Impersonation
+Psychological Knowledge
+/- Near-Perpetual Optimism
+/- Insane Troll Logic
-Obsession with the Joker
-Emotional Fragility
-Clinical Insanity
-Childlike Behavior
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Rocket Grunt
Starter: Poochyena
Password: Taco Bell
Samples
First Person Sample:
Hiya everybody!
[Johto, have a perky blonde woman leaning way too close to the Pokegear camera.]
This place is lotsa fun so far! I dunno who got the music goin', but he must be some kinda genius cause I ain't seen a speaker ANYWHERE.
[Harley settles back, revealing a red and black spandex outfit. She's taken off her mask and headpiece for the purposes of talking over the gear, but she's much more comfortable in her costume than the Rocket uniform she was given.]
Oh! And I gotta new PUPPY! C'mere baby!
[Harley leans off-camera for a moment; there's a sound of yipping and a brief struggle. She pops back up, holding the world's surliest Poochyena up to the camera.]
Ain't he just adorable? Just like a mini-version of the babies back home. SAY HELLO, STAN!
[The Poochyena looks like it would rather be anywhere else in the world, and squirms in Harley's grip. She just pulls it back from the camera, hugging it and resting her chin on top of its head. Stan makes a noble effort to bite her, but she remains oblivious.]
Oh! Anyone know if Mistah J's shown up yet? You can't miss him, he's tall and dreamy and always laughin'. I dunno how long I been gone from Gotham, but he's probably worried so I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later.
Third Person Sample:
“Wheee!”
Someone, in one of the many shops in Goldenrod, had sold Harley a pair of rollerskates. She was currently zipping through the streets, her Poochyena making a dogged effort to keep up. She was also, despite all logic, still wearing her harlequin costume. There were plenty of clothes available in the stores, most for at least as much –if not less- than the roller skates. These two separate facts simply failed to link together in any significant fashion in her head. She wasn’t a wanted criminal here, at least not yet, so why not?
“Come on Stanny, we got a quota to meet!”
Moving towards the center of town –and the Goldenrod Department Store- Harley weaved into a crowd of trainers and shoppers. She collided with several passersby, shouting apologies as she ricocheted from person to person. Reaching the middle of the crowd, a wide crossroads, she jumped into the air, going through several flips before landing in a somersault and bouncing to her feet. Her arms spread wide, a large grin on her face. Moving around in broad daylight like this was a wonderful change of pace.
“Heyya everyone! How are ya’s today?!”
The crowd stared back, mostly in impassive silence at the apparently-crazy street performer that was making herself the center of attention. Harely responded with an enthusiastic fist-pump and loud whoop, launching into a series of acrobatic stunts. People without senses of humor were nothing new, Gotham had been full of them. At least none of the people here were dressed in tights and trying to drag her off to a padded cell. So if Johto didn’t get the joke, at least it had a higher tolerance for off-beat humor than back home.
Coming out of a twirling, somersaulting tumble through the air Harley landed lightly on her feet, sailing backwards smoothly on her skates to scattered, polite applause.
“THANK YOU A- oof!”
Her backward landing had sent her crashing into a passing trainer. Apologizing profusely and looking red through her pancake makeup, Harley helped the young boy up and dusting him off before turning back to the impromptu audience with an embarrassed grin.
“Thank you all! Donations are appreciated!”
As she made a flourishing bow, Stan the Poochyena leaped out of the crowd with a howl, crashed into the same young trainer that Harley had knocked over, and shot off into the crowd. Harley zipped back over to the fallen trainer pulling him back upright. Again.
“Jeez kid, this just ain’t your day. You all right?”
“I think- oh no. One of my Pokeballs!”
“It went that way! C’mon!”
Pointing dramatically, Harley grabbed the young trainer’s hand and shot off after the ‘rouge’ Poochyena. Stan quickly ran down some of Goldenrod’s side-streets, darting through alleys and around buildings. The boy did his best to keep up, but eventually fell behind Harley, panting and trying to catch his breath as she kept up the pursuit.
After roughly twenty minutes of playing tag with her Pokemon through Goldenrod’s streets, Harley skated back to where she had left the trainer. He was sitting slumped over on a bench, out of breath and morose.
“Sorry kid, looks like it got away.”
“Aw man!”
“Tell you what kid, I’ll keep an eye out for ‘im. If I find it, I’ll drop your ball off at the Pokemon Center for ya, howzat sound?”
“All right I guess…”
The trainer hanging his head in defeat, Harley gave him a consolatory pat on the shoulder and skated off with a friendly wave. When the entrance to the Radio Tower came into view, she stuck her fingers into her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Stan bounded out of the shadows, keeping pace beside her.
“Good boy,” she said, pulling out the stolen Pokeball and giving it a small toss. “Nice job on givin’ him the run around.”
“Chyen.”
“No I ain’t tellin’ ya where I was carrying it, that ain’t a polite question.”
Name: Phas
Livejournal Username:
phasmasE-mail: geoduelist87@yahoo.com
AIM: seraphomnis
Timezone: EST
Current Characters in Route:
used_fireblastCharacter
Name: Harley Quinn
Series: Batman the Animated Series
Timeline: Some time after "Mad Love"
Canon Resource Links:
DCAU Wiki
That Other Wiki
Personality:
For a long stretch of her life, Harley was largely defined by her relationship -and obsession- with the Joker. Entirely devoted to her "Puddin", she refused to acknowledge any wrong doing on his part. Their criminal acts were a sort of game and the abuse he hurled at her on a regular basis was entirely deserved. After an incident in which the Joker ejected her from his gang, Harley briefly started a criminal partnership with Poison Ivy; this was the first time since assuming her criminal persona that she broke away from the Joker and managed to build a modicum of self-esteem and independence. It was also the beginning of a lasting friendship and occasional partnership with Ivy during times when she was separated from the Joker. Harley has also made at least one serious attempt at rehabilitation and leaving behind her life of crime, even turning against the Joker, though between her emotional instability and the Joker's ability to manipulate her it rarely lasts.
Harley is almost perpetually perky and outgoing. Even in the middle of committing a crime she's prone to childlike behavior, treating everything as a game. She can hold her own in a fight, but has a penchant for using cartoonish weapons like giant mallets and a brick-filled rubber chicken. When needed or when she gets pushed too far, Harley can get serious and put on a front of sanity in order to con people or access someplace an obvious maniac might have trouble getting to. She's capable of scheming, using a brand of illogic that can be hard to predict. She once managed to successfully incapacitate Batman; he only saved himself by playing on Harley's need to prove herself. She doesn't seem to bear personal grudges, even when trying to kill someone, it's usually because it's what's needed at the moment or because they're trying to hurt someone Harley cares about. It's not unusual for her to keep up animated chatter in the middle of a fight. Despite her relative innocence, she's well aware of her own sex-appeal and has used it more than once as a distraction. Harley is easy to manipulate if you manage to pick up on any of the soft spots in her armor, and she usually has a very poor poker face.
Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Acrobatics
+Improvisation/Impersonation
+Psychological Knowledge
+/- Near-Perpetual Optimism
+/- Insane Troll Logic
-Obsession with the Joker
-Emotional Fragility
-Clinical Insanity
-Childlike Behavior
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Rocket Grunt
Starter: Poochyena
Password: Taco Bell
Samples
First Person Sample:
Hiya everybody!
[Johto, have a perky blonde woman leaning way too close to the Pokegear camera.]
This place is lotsa fun so far! I dunno who got the music goin', but he must be some kinda genius cause I ain't seen a speaker ANYWHERE.
[Harley settles back, revealing a red and black spandex outfit. She's taken off her mask and headpiece for the purposes of talking over the gear, but she's much more comfortable in her costume than the Rocket uniform she was given.]
Oh! And I gotta new PUPPY! C'mere baby!
[Harley leans off-camera for a moment; there's a sound of yipping and a brief struggle. She pops back up, holding the world's surliest Poochyena up to the camera.]
Ain't he just adorable? Just like a mini-version of the babies back home. SAY HELLO, STAN!
[The Poochyena looks like it would rather be anywhere else in the world, and squirms in Harley's grip. She just pulls it back from the camera, hugging it and resting her chin on top of its head. Stan makes a noble effort to bite her, but she remains oblivious.]
Oh! Anyone know if Mistah J's shown up yet? You can't miss him, he's tall and dreamy and always laughin'. I dunno how long I been gone from Gotham, but he's probably worried so I'm sure he'll show up sooner or later.
Third Person Sample:
“Wheee!”
Someone, in one of the many shops in Goldenrod, had sold Harley a pair of rollerskates. She was currently zipping through the streets, her Poochyena making a dogged effort to keep up. She was also, despite all logic, still wearing her harlequin costume. There were plenty of clothes available in the stores, most for at least as much –if not less- than the roller skates. These two separate facts simply failed to link together in any significant fashion in her head. She wasn’t a wanted criminal here, at least not yet, so why not?
“Come on Stanny, we got a quota to meet!”
Moving towards the center of town –and the Goldenrod Department Store- Harley weaved into a crowd of trainers and shoppers. She collided with several passersby, shouting apologies as she ricocheted from person to person. Reaching the middle of the crowd, a wide crossroads, she jumped into the air, going through several flips before landing in a somersault and bouncing to her feet. Her arms spread wide, a large grin on her face. Moving around in broad daylight like this was a wonderful change of pace.
“Heyya everyone! How are ya’s today?!”
The crowd stared back, mostly in impassive silence at the apparently-crazy street performer that was making herself the center of attention. Harely responded with an enthusiastic fist-pump and loud whoop, launching into a series of acrobatic stunts. People without senses of humor were nothing new, Gotham had been full of them. At least none of the people here were dressed in tights and trying to drag her off to a padded cell. So if Johto didn’t get the joke, at least it had a higher tolerance for off-beat humor than back home.
Coming out of a twirling, somersaulting tumble through the air Harley landed lightly on her feet, sailing backwards smoothly on her skates to scattered, polite applause.
“THANK YOU A- oof!”
Her backward landing had sent her crashing into a passing trainer. Apologizing profusely and looking red through her pancake makeup, Harley helped the young boy up and dusting him off before turning back to the impromptu audience with an embarrassed grin.
“Thank you all! Donations are appreciated!”
As she made a flourishing bow, Stan the Poochyena leaped out of the crowd with a howl, crashed into the same young trainer that Harley had knocked over, and shot off into the crowd. Harley zipped back over to the fallen trainer pulling him back upright. Again.
“Jeez kid, this just ain’t your day. You all right?”
“I think- oh no. One of my Pokeballs!”
“It went that way! C’mon!”
Pointing dramatically, Harley grabbed the young trainer’s hand and shot off after the ‘rouge’ Poochyena. Stan quickly ran down some of Goldenrod’s side-streets, darting through alleys and around buildings. The boy did his best to keep up, but eventually fell behind Harley, panting and trying to catch his breath as she kept up the pursuit.
After roughly twenty minutes of playing tag with her Pokemon through Goldenrod’s streets, Harley skated back to where she had left the trainer. He was sitting slumped over on a bench, out of breath and morose.
“Sorry kid, looks like it got away.”
“Aw man!”
“Tell you what kid, I’ll keep an eye out for ‘im. If I find it, I’ll drop your ball off at the Pokemon Center for ya, howzat sound?”
“All right I guess…”
The trainer hanging his head in defeat, Harley gave him a consolatory pat on the shoulder and skated off with a friendly wave. When the entrance to the Radio Tower came into view, she stuck her fingers into her mouth and gave a sharp whistle. Stan bounded out of the shadows, keeping pace beside her.
“Good boy,” she said, pulling out the stolen Pokeball and giving it a small toss. “Nice job on givin’ him the run around.”
“Chyen.”
“No I ain’t tellin’ ya where I was carrying it, that ain’t a polite question.”