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((I know Harl isn't a Teen Titans villain, but she's in the DC universe, and she can certainly pop in for a bit, right? If it's not okay, and you think she won't fit, just say so, and I'll skidaddle. I just love the Teen Titans, and I love Harley Quinn, so I thought I'd combine'em))
Name: Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn
Journal: jokers_gal
Powers: Complete, deranged psycho with unwavering loyalty to the always dangerous Joker.
First Person Sample: I can't believe my puddin' kicked me out... again. Afta all I've done fa him. I cook, I clean, I cap his enemies, and he still throws a hissy when I accidentally get him thrown in Arkham. Well, that's it. If he won't suck it up and let me visit him in the clink, I'm leavin', and I ain't neva comin' back.
For awhile, anyways.
Third Person Sample:
Harleen Quinzel sighed loudly, her chin propped in one hand. She stirred her melting ice cream sundae with her spoon, staring out at the street. In her civillian clothes, she looked like any other young woman, with her youthful blonde pigtails and lovelorn expression. Few could guess the madness brimming behind her normal blue eyes.
To be fair, today was a relatively sane day. After the Joker had refused her visitation for the fourth time (he saw through her various disguises in a second, even if the Arkham guards didn't), Harley had hopped a bus out of Gotham, to cool off and put distance between her puddin' and the bat. She didn't fancy getting thrown in the loony bin as well, and it was way more likely to happen when the Joker was away. As much of a bravado as she put up, she was no match for the Dark Knight. Of course, Harley had swung by her old pal Ivy's pad, but her longtime acquaintance, sometime friend, had been less than welcoming.
"I'll show'em all. Mr. J will have ta take me back if I bring him a whole city as his breakin' out present!" Harley announced, slamming the table with her fist, causing her ice cream to jump, and the people next to her to flinch. "Yeah! A big town like this has gotta have some baddies skulkin' around. And no big bad has ever been able to resist Harley Quinn!"
Harley stood, hands on hips. "Now, where could they be hidin'?"
((What do you think? Sorry for the kinda bad grammar, but Harl has a really prominent accent. She's just not Harley Quinn without it.))
Name: Harleen Quinzel AKA Harley Quinn
Journal: jokers_gal
Powers: Complete, deranged psycho with unwavering loyalty to the always dangerous Joker.
First Person Sample: I can't believe my puddin' kicked me out... again. Afta all I've done fa him. I cook, I clean, I cap his enemies, and he still throws a hissy when I accidentally get him thrown in Arkham. Well, that's it. If he won't suck it up and let me visit him in the clink, I'm leavin', and I ain't neva comin' back.
For awhile, anyways.
Third Person Sample:
Harleen Quinzel sighed loudly, her chin propped in one hand. She stirred her melting ice cream sundae with her spoon, staring out at the street. In her civillian clothes, she looked like any other young woman, with her youthful blonde pigtails and lovelorn expression. Few could guess the madness brimming behind her normal blue eyes.
To be fair, today was a relatively sane day. After the Joker had refused her visitation for the fourth time (he saw through her various disguises in a second, even if the Arkham guards didn't), Harley had hopped a bus out of Gotham, to cool off and put distance between her puddin' and the bat. She didn't fancy getting thrown in the loony bin as well, and it was way more likely to happen when the Joker was away. As much of a bravado as she put up, she was no match for the Dark Knight. Of course, Harley had swung by her old pal Ivy's pad, but her longtime acquaintance, sometime friend, had been less than welcoming.
"I'll show'em all. Mr. J will have ta take me back if I bring him a whole city as his breakin' out present!" Harley announced, slamming the table with her fist, causing her ice cream to jump, and the people next to her to flinch. "Yeah! A big town like this has gotta have some baddies skulkin' around. And no big bad has ever been able to resist Harley Quinn!"
Harley stood, hands on hips. "Now, where could they be hidin'?"
((What do you think? Sorry for the kinda bad grammar, but Harl has a really prominent accent. She's just not Harley Quinn without it.))