Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 2, 2011 1:19:37 GMT -6
(:~~HARLEY QUINN~~
Name: Harley Quinn
Age: Wouldn't you like to know. ;P
Gender: Female
Species: Human clown
Likes: dead bats, Mistah J, dead bats, Mistah J.<3
Dislikes: batman always wrecking her and her puddin's fun
Appearence: Image available in avatar/sig.
BIO: First and foremost known as Doctor Harleen Frances Quinzel she was once a doctor at Arkham Asylum working as a psychiatric therapist to help the mentally insane with their problems and hopefully bring back some lost sanity. However everything changed when she worked with a patient known to call himself The Joker. He slowly twisted her mind telling her sob stories about himself gaining her trust and not to mention much more. Her mind officially snapped when The Joker broke loose only to return bruised, and bloody from The Batman's hands. The sight of him wounded like that drove her over the edge and she slipped into insanity getting herself a jester wardrobe and taking up a nickname The Joker suggested to her when they met. Harley Quinn. Through many adventures they had together she would always try to win her puddins affection in a sort of love hate relationship. Once while she actually managed to not only capture The Batman but also make The Joker's plan better then originally thought up The Batman was able to push her enough for her to proclaim, "My puddin does love me! HE DOES!" Some wonder who the true crazy one is in all of this... the clown or the jester?
SAMPLE RP:
Harley was enjoying herself for once she didn't have to worry about Batsy and for once things were quiet, and calm. She knew it wouldn't last.
"HARLEY!!" Mistah J hollered for her already finding another scheme to come up with.
Twirling down the hall towards his voice in her usual childish manner she reached the room he was impatiently waiting in and smiled her widest, "Yes puddin'?"
"Stop smiling and get over here!" He proclaimed flailing about.
She gasped, "Stop smiling!" She ran too him feeling his forehead for some kind of flu, "You feelin' alright puddin'?" She of course was instantly worried.
He hit her hard sending her flying with an Oof! but she was used to this kind of manner so she shook it off as best she could rubbing her cheek hoping a bruise wouldn't appear.
"R-right boss no smiles."
Even through all the pain she went through she was still madly in love with him.
[DISCLAIMER PLEASE READ!! Since this is only an example you should be aware that it is NOT OK to use other character's actions/voices/anything without their permission.]
Name: Harley Quinn
Age: Wouldn't you like to know. ;P
Gender: Female
Species: Human clown
Likes: dead bats, Mistah J, dead bats, Mistah J.<3
Dislikes: batman always wrecking her and her puddin's fun
Appearence: Image available in avatar/sig.
BIO: First and foremost known as Doctor Harleen Frances Quinzel she was once a doctor at Arkham Asylum working as a psychiatric therapist to help the mentally insane with their problems and hopefully bring back some lost sanity. However everything changed when she worked with a patient known to call himself The Joker. He slowly twisted her mind telling her sob stories about himself gaining her trust and not to mention much more. Her mind officially snapped when The Joker broke loose only to return bruised, and bloody from The Batman's hands. The sight of him wounded like that drove her over the edge and she slipped into insanity getting herself a jester wardrobe and taking up a nickname The Joker suggested to her when they met. Harley Quinn. Through many adventures they had together she would always try to win her puddins affection in a sort of love hate relationship. Once while she actually managed to not only capture The Batman but also make The Joker's plan better then originally thought up The Batman was able to push her enough for her to proclaim, "My puddin does love me! HE DOES!" Some wonder who the true crazy one is in all of this... the clown or the jester?
SAMPLE RP:
Harley was enjoying herself for once she didn't have to worry about Batsy and for once things were quiet, and calm. She knew it wouldn't last.
"HARLEY!!" Mistah J hollered for her already finding another scheme to come up with.
Twirling down the hall towards his voice in her usual childish manner she reached the room he was impatiently waiting in and smiled her widest, "Yes puddin'?"
"Stop smiling and get over here!" He proclaimed flailing about.
She gasped, "Stop smiling!" She ran too him feeling his forehead for some kind of flu, "You feelin' alright puddin'?" She of course was instantly worried.
He hit her hard sending her flying with an Oof! but she was used to this kind of manner so she shook it off as best she could rubbing her cheek hoping a bruise wouldn't appear.
"R-right boss no smiles."
Even through all the pain she went through she was still madly in love with him.
[DISCLAIMER PLEASE READ!! Since this is only an example you should be aware that it is NOT OK to use other character's actions/voices/anything without their permission.]