[hider=Black ⧗ Widow] [CENTER][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L[/B][/COLOR][h1][b][color=9e0b0f]B L A C K ⧗ W I D O W[/color][/b][/h1][hr] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/54/6d/86/546d860a11f70ff755701b28c160da26.jpg[/img] [h3][sup][sub][color=LightBlue]NATASHA ROMANOV [color=9e0b0f]♦[/color] SPY [color=9e0b0f]♦[/color] GLOBAL [color=9e0b0f]♦[/color] S.H.I.E.L.D. AND THE AVENGERS[/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img] [/CENTER][COLOR=9e0b0f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR] [CENTER][sup][color=9e0b0f]"I've been thinking a lot about life and death. When something surrounds and madly engulfs your entire existence, you can't help but give it more than just casual consideration. Life is fluid. Some 90% of what we are is made up of water. Without this precious liquid we are nothing. We cease to exist. We're dead. This water's carried around in thin-skinned sacks. We must all be insane to race recklessly about in world filled with so many sharp and pointed dangers. That's just asking for trouble."[/color][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT][i]This Black Widow is going to be a mix of MCU and some comics. Her backstory is that she used to be a KGB agent, and was biologically modified to have an extended lifespan. She actually fought through the 60's-80's as a KGB agent. At the end of the Cold War with the collapse of the Soviet Union she began to seek answers regarding what it meant to be a warrior and came to the conclusion that the Red Room was not just, righteous, and worth fighting for. So she defected, and joined SHIELD where she has been operating ever since. This puts her at about 80 years old, but she still as healthy as she was in her prime because of the Red Room modifications. She was the most successful Soviet attempt at a super soldier like Captain America. So while she is more known for not having super powers, this Black Widow will have some version of enhanced capability like in the comics. I'm planning on having Black Widow figure herself out in a wholesome kind of way. The darkest part of her life is behind her, she is on the road to recovery and living a fulfilled life. She has already found the place where she belongs, now she is just struggling with questions like if she deserves it at all. Or what to do now, why people are heroes in the first place, what do people really mean too each other? Even if she cannot find definite answers to all the things she is looking for, she will at least come to peace with that and not let it get in the way of her sense of fulfillment. There are some darker aspects of her character of course. But she is two years into her tenure with the Avengers and many more years into her experience as an Agent of SHIELD. At some point she was a cold, aloof, emotionless killer, but she has moved beyond that into being a reserved, friendly, socially awkward dork of a killer instead. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=9e0b0f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]I want to play a lighter, more opened up Black Widow. Something like what I imagine post-Endgame Black Widow would have been had that been explored, but combined with a longer, more clearly defined backstory as a cold-blooded killer. She still has a lot of unresolved guilt and trauma but she has found a close network of friends she trusts, and she [i]loves[/i] being an Avenger, which is something she could not say about her KGB work or even her previous SHIELD work. While before she was only doing what she did out of moral obligation and a desire to be useful, now she is doing what she wants to do. Help people, make the world better, and find a way to be happy and sad in peace and among friends. She is only two years into her work as an Avenger, and she is still fairly new to this whole being genuinely compassionate thing. I like the hypothetical contrast between her being a master manipulator and social engineer with her enemies but being somewhat of a goober around her allies. In her long life she has been many people, but she has never really been herself until recently. So she is still working out all the knots and kinks. Serious and professional is still her default state, but it doesn't take much for her to try and express herself better. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=9e0b0f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i] [hider=Allies I'd like her to have, PC or NPC] Allies I'd Like Nick Fury- Black Widow's mentor, though she is older than him and she even joined SHIELD slightly before him, he has been an authoritative and reassuring figure in her time at SHIELD. While of course she follows all of his orders, she also trusts him as a person, not just as her leader. Hawkeye- Natasha and Clint have always been best friends. I don't see any reason to discontinue this trend here, so I will talk to Hawkeye's player about their relationship. They are kindred spirits, both independant agents who have come together into a team. Ideally they knew each other before the Avengers project, preferably far before. Captain America- I'd like for Natasha to be friends with Steve Rogers. While she is more suspicious of things like patriotism no doubt she would admire someone like him who is sound in his principles and cares about the lifes of individuals and liberty. Iron Man and Thor- These characters could be a lot of different people but since they are all on the Avengers project I'd like them to be close friends aswell. Or at least they try to be nice too each other. At this point they have been Avenging things for 5 years so hopefully they have gotten over whatever roadblocks or personality clashes they may have had, at least somewhat. Bruce Banner- Both of these characters have done lots of things they regret in situations they really had little to no control over, but perhaps feel like they did. I don't plan on having them be romantically involved as of right now but I think they could be close friends aswell, though they probably won't be the cheeriest two when they are together. All other Agents of SHIELD- Natasha has been at this for a while now, though she was a lot more serious and gloomy in the past as she was still kind of in KGB mode for the last few decades even with SHIELD. So I would like to have at least passing acquaintance with whatever characters end up in SHIELD. Street level heroes- I would like Natasha to go out on recruitment or scouting missions to meet with more heroes, be they Marvel or DC. People SHIELD has a vested interest in monitoring or getting under their thumb. Kind of like Phil Coulson but for people they don't know the secret identities of. Or maybe there could be some plot line that catches SHIELDS attention. Point is Black Widow has the potential to make cameos in other people's stories which is one of her best aspects. I'm totally down for this. Ask me anytime, I may even come to you but if you would like to have a person to roleplay with Black Widow can be there. [/hider] [hider=Potential Enemies] Enemies The Red Room- The organization named after a place where killers are made. This secretive organization was thought to be destroyed after Black Widow betrayed and lead the hunt against her former trainers, and killed Ivan Petrovitch, her "father figure". The Red Room is now being lead by Madame B, who has co-opted the forgotten sect of the KGB for her own nefarious purposes, once again beginning to train elite female assassins to gain power from the shadows. Potentially allied with another mysterious organization of another player's backstory? Yelena Belova: Another Black Widow that survived the destruction of the Red Room, thought to have been killed. Natasha knew Yelena as children and they served on some missions together, but Yelena was always envious of Natasha's success. She did not take being #2 very well, which was only compounded when Natasha betrayed The Red Room at the end of the Cold War. Now she seeks her revenge and to prove that is the world's most lethal assassin. Enemies of SHIELD- Other than that, Natasha will battle evil wherever it is found. As far as she is concerned, she died up all of her loose ends when she got revenge on Ivan. The Red Room storyline is not particularly high priority to me. My main focus is on Black Widow's relationships with her fellow heroes rather than that of pre-determined villains. [/hider] [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=9e0b0f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M P L E P O S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR] [hider=First Real Chance] [INDENT][INDENT][i] [u]Year One[/u] There was a crash of glass and splitering wood. The criminal, in his ruined one thousand dollar suit, fell hard onto the concrete streets he exploited for his own personal gain. A knife clattered out of his hand and skittered against the red brick wall. In the orange light that shone through the broken window and into the midnight alley, a vaguely feminine shadow appeared. He looked fearfully up at the woman before a burst of electricity struck him in the chest and he fell unconsious with a thump. The woman sighed, catching her breathe, stepping out into the cold air. She was wearing a mostly black bodysuit, with red highlights, enforced with thin but extremely durable and damage absorbing material. A utility belt contained various tools, and two handguns, and one baton. The other baton was in her left hand, and she had just finished firing a stunning round from a mechanical gauntlet device on her right hand. Over her face was a balaclava that hid everything except for her steely, large hazel eyes that were done up with faded make up. That, and a loose strand of red hair. [color=9e0b0f]"SHIELD, this is Black Widow. Eight suspects have been neutralized. No casualties."[/color] She reported calmly as she put away her weapons and fiddled with her weapon, the Widows bite. Black Widow had a slight russian accent. She could easily obscure it, and for a majority of her time in America, she did. But now that she was on the Avengers and social camoflauge wasn't so required, she felt comfortable with the harsh edges of a Moscow tongue. "Roger that, Black Widow, clean up crew in enroute. ETA five minutes." A male voice reported in over her ear piece. [color=9e0b0f]"Sounds good. I feel great. These guys are pretty small fry, though are we sure-"[/color] Widow interrupted herself, having noticed something creeping behind a dumpster. She made eye contact with the shadow, and it stood up. Widow prepared her Bite, just in case. "Are you BLack Widow?" A mousy little girl with ratty clothes asked, peering from behind the dumpster. "Black Widow? Are you all clear?" The other SHIELD agent asked over communications, having noticed Black Widow cut herself off. [color=9e0b0f]"Uh, yeah, just gimme a minute." [/color]Black Widow said, turning off her comms with a tap of an index finger against her ear. "You are!? Wow!" The girl replied, having assumed Black Widow was talking to her. She trotted up excitedly, looking up at the shadowy agent. "You're my favorite avenger!" [color=9e0b0f]"Oh?"[/color] Black Widow asked flatly, standing with her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides. "Yeah, cause you're a girl, and I am too!" She said, smiling and nodding enthusiastically. [color=9e0b0f]"I, uh...okay."[/color] She replied uneasily, looking down at the unconscious man. [color=9e0b0f]"That is great, but I am kind of in the middle of something here-"[/color] "When I grow up, I wanna kill bad guys, just like you! Is that a bad guy!?" She pointed at the man. "Did you kill him!? So cool!" She punched the air triumphantly. Inwardly, Black Widow's mind was going into overdrive and her heart was melting. [color=9e0b0f]Okay, okay. Um...what would Steve do?[/color] Natasha thought to herself, knowing that she should probably do something...heroic. What would a hero say? She was a hero, right? Something had to be done about this little girl and her misconceptions. Natasha leaned down, hesitated, and then crouching down instead into a squat. She reached out to pat the girls shoulder but then stopped, letting her hand fall onto her own knee.[color=9e0b0f]"Hey, uh, listen here...little one. My job is not to kill bad guys. My job is too...save good guys. There's a difference."[/color] She concluded to the best of her ability. She smiled, but the little girl could only see it in her eyes. The homeless child seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Are...are you Russian?" Natasha blinked. [color=9e0b0f]"Uh...only when I want to be."[/color] She replied with a shrug. The little girl seemed to think that was immensely impressive, which made Natasha feel something that was hard to describe. "Well, okay. When I grow up, I want to be from Russia and save good guys. Just like you!" The little girl concluded triumphantly, pointing at Black Widow. [color=9e0b0f]"Okay, good," [/color]Black Widow replied, her voice breaking a little bit. [color=9e0b0f]"And uh...no, this bad guy is still alive. I captured him. Maybe one day he could be a good guy again."[/color] She gestured with her masked head towards the man. The kid seemed puzzled. "Bad guys can be good guys?" Natasha considered this a moment, staring at the ground. When she made eye contact, there was more resolve there. [color=9e0b0f]"Yes. Yes, I believe so. I...I was once a bad guy, myself."[/color] The child gasped. "Really?" [color=9e0b0f]"Da."[/color] Black Widow nodded solemnly. [color=9e0b0f]"But with some help, I am no longer such a bad guy." [/color] Natasha explained summing up her life story in a short sentence. "Yeah! Now you're a hero!" The child agreed with a big smile. "I didn't know that. Do you think there will be no more bad guys? One day?" She asked. Black Widow wasn't so sure. But she found it hard to say no. [color=9e0b0f]"Yeah. One day."[/color] She responded. The child wrapped her arms around the Widow's shoulders and squeezed her as tight as she could, which wasn't very tight. "I love you!" [color=9e0b0f]"Wh-wha-"[/color] Black Widow froze up. [color=9e0b0f]"Okay- no you don't. But that is very, uh, nice of you to say. But you- I am- hey, don't-"[/color] She gently pushed the child off of her. She was glad she was wearing a mask because her face was as red as the emblem on her torso. [color=9e0b0f]"What- what is your name?"[/color] She asked. "Christina!" She replied. [color=9e0b0f]"Do you- have somewhere to stay? You are street child, yes?"[/color] Natasha asked simply, glancing down at her torn up shoes. Christina nodded. [color=9e0b0f]"Okay. That is okay. I know a place for kids like you to stay. Would you like to sleep in a bed and have a sandwich?"[/color] Natasha asked, a little too wordily. [color=9e0b0f]"For, uh, for free."[/color] She added. "Yeah, sure! My mommy didn't want me anymore." She said plainly, causing the agent to wince. She chuckled slightly before stopping herself, her face turning even more red. [color=9e0b0f]"I'm sorry. That is not funny. I just...I didn't expect you to say that and...that is not funny. I am sorry that happened to you. You're safe now."[/color] She cleared her throat, feeling terrible. Stupid, Natasha, stupid! Fortunately, Christina didn't seem offended. She just stood there with a little smile on her face. Was she in shock? Or maybe she was just tough. Just a tough kid who's had a tough life. --- The last of the criminals was loaded into the back of a police van, the powered individual among them being carried away in a super secure SHIELD carrier. Little Christina was by Widow's side as they watched the bad guys be carried away. [color=9e0b0f]"Okay. All right. Here, one of these nice police men will take you to the place. I will-"[/color] Natasha began. "Could you take me?" Christina asked, looking up at Widow with big eyes. Natasha tensed up again.[color=9e0b0f] "...Are you sure?"[/color] She asked quietly. Christina nodded. "Mhm." A few minutes later, Natasha had secured the closet thing she had to a Black Widow mobile. A subtly powerful black sports car that smelled nice and was extremely comfortable. Christina was in the backseat. [color=9e0b0f]"Seatbelts."[/color] Natasha reminded her as she buckled herself in. Christina nodded, sagely, and did the same. Realising they were alone, Black Widow wondered what she should do. Adjusting the rearview mirror, she pulled the balaclava off her face. Her red hair, tied into a tight bun with red hair that stuck up in every which way. That recieved another gasp. "Wow! You're pretty!" Christina exclaimed. [color=9e0b0f]"Tch,"[/color] Natasha replied with a small smile, starting up the car. The electric engine silently rumbled to life. [color=9e0b0f]"Thanks, I guess."[/color] She replied. Natasha contemplated the child. She did not know much about child pyschology, but this girl probably needed a therapist. Hopefully she would get the help she needed. Natasha sure as hell couldn't give it to her- Christina was a force of nature. They drove along. Street lights came and went, painting the car with soft light. Christina began to tell Natasha her entire life story. To say the least, it wasn't good. Black Widow just listened, feeling sorry for her. Sorry for Christina's rough lot in life. It wasn't an uncommon story, but Natasha had never taken a front seat to a kid like this before. She was tough, though. But it was clear she needed someone she could rely on. They pulled infront of the shelter. Natasha was gripping the wheel tight. Underneth her gloves, her knuckles were turning white. [color=9e0b0f]"All right,"[/color] Natasha announced, her voice coarse. [color=9e0b0f]"This is the place, Christina."[/color] She opened the car door and let Christina out. The inside was lit with stark white lighting. Encouraging if generic posters lined the walls and people, homeless and staff both, milled the walls. Black Widow stuck out like a sore thumb, even if she had left all of her weapons in the car she was still dressed to kill. People looked at her with awe, admiration, wonder, suspicion. She tried not to look at any of them, keeping her face down. [color=9e0b0f]"I am here to drop off this homeless child,"[/color] Black Widow declared seriously to the receptionist. He seemed a little surprised at who he was talking too, but quickly went into professional mode. "Oh, of course." He smiled down at Christina. "You know her name?" He asked. [color=9e0b0f]"Christi-" [/color] "Christina!" She replied for herself, chirpily. "Well, Ms. Christina, come right this way. It's dinner time, we're serving turkey and gravy. We'll get you taken care of." Things moved quickly after that. Before she knew it she had signed some paperwork officially catalouging the incident and Christina would be protected and moved to where she needed to be. Maybe her mom would face criminal charges, maybe she wouldn't. Maybe things would work out for her...or maybe they wouldn't. Christina gave Black Widow one last hug, which the woman returned this time as best as she could, since she was quite unexperienced with the act. It was stilted, Widow's elbows too far out to the side. Christina didn't seem to mind though. "Bye Black Widow!" She said goodbye for the fifth time, waving as she lead by the hand into another room. [color=9e0b0f]"Goodbye Christina. You can call me Natasha, if you'd like."[/color] Natasha said quietly, too quietly for anyone to hear her and stop the farewells yet another time. Black Widow was alone in the sparseley populated room. Some people looking at the back of her red head wondering if it would be appropriate to ask for a selfie or an autograph. It seemed all of them concluded that the young looking agent was not in a good mood for it. They let her drift out of the shelter unpestered. Natasha Romanoff sat in the front of her car, gliding it into a nearby parking lot that was only lit by a distant, flickering street lamp. She remained there in silence, her eyes staring off into the middle distance. Her eyebrows knit together and her lower lip began to tremble, and for the first time in an exceptionally long time, Natasha began to cry. She quietly mourned for the childhood that Christina and herself had lost; she silently rejoiced that despite that, hope could still find them both. [/i][/indent][/indent] [/hider] [COLOR=9e0b0f][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O S T C A T A L O G:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]Nothing yet![/i][/indent][/indent] [/hider] [hider=Harley ☺ Quinn] [CENTER][COLOR=SLATEGRAY][B]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L[/B][/COLOR][h1][color=f49ac2][b]H A R L E Y ☺ Q U I N N[/b][/color][/h1][hr] [img]IMAGE/BANNER[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=LightBlue]H A R L E E N Q U I N Z E L [color=f49ac2]♦[/color] C L O W N [color=f49ac2]♦[/color] G O T H A M [color=f49ac2]♦[/color] I N D E P E N D A N T[/color][/sub][/sup][/h3][img]https://thedesignest.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/Harley-Quinn-Fan-Art-by-Ross-Tran.jpg[/img] [/CENTER][COLOR=f49ac2][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR] [CENTER][sup][color=f49ac2]"Ha!"[/color][/sup][/CENTER] [INDENT][INDENT][i]Harley Quinn was the Joker's gilfriend, sidekick, villanous cohort and victim. But within the last year, she finally realised that the Joker was no good for her, he didn't treat her well enough to deserve her loyalty. At first, it was just a ploy to get his attention back, and to set clear boundaries in their relationship. For example: no more pushing her out windows. Soon enough, though she realised she liked the freedom. Free from his evil influence, the dominoes fell and Harley shifted gears into an anti-heroic figure of Gotham. Carving her way through the darkest and cruelest parts of the underworld to bring a some laughter to those who need it most. Joker forgot one of the most important parts of comedy: Punching up is way funnier than punching down. Now Harley is applying her own unorthodox kind of vigilantism to the street of Gotham, chased by the police and supervillains alike and building her own personal little gang to make a mess of things with. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=f49ac2][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]Harley Quinn wants to prove she's better than the Joker and the rest of Gotham's supervillains. Anyone can be evil, anyone can be selfish. If she wanted to feel powerful she could overdose herself on drugs and fling herself into a vat of chemicals. No, Harley wants to be more. She wants people to like her- really like her. She wants to prove that she's funnier, smarter, and more beautiful than anyone else in Gotham. Secretly- and don't tell anyone- she cares about the little guy more than she's let on. She knows what it's like to be discarded, trod on, and abandoned by those you thought were supposed to protect you. While her motivations are certainly not entirely unselfish, Harleen has genuine compassion for those around her and a desire to do good, like any hero. Harley also has a strong desire to put jerks, tyrants, and pricks in their place. Freedom and liberty for herself and everyone are important to her. She also wants to feel good about herself and do something never before seen. And last but certainly not least, she's always looking for a laugh. Nobody in Gotham has a real sense of humor these days, and she intends to show them what good comedy actually looks like. The bad guys are going to get what's coming to them! Harley Quinn is going to be a killer vigilante and she's going to enjoy the killing, so this may put her at odds with many superheroes. However she may end up experimenting with a no-kill rule, and this would give her a chance at actual redemption both in the eyes of the world and in her own eyes. [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=f49ac2][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i] Harley is a free agent, and she can't be committing and leading crimes all day long, simply because there aren't enough crimes to do. So when she isn't leading her gang or tearing up the streets of Gotham, I intend for her to travel, explore, and meet up with other player characters. That, or plan with people to have their character visit Gotham and have them run into the Clown Princess. Or seek her out, or...whatever, really. I'm giving her side characters so I could write her by myself for a while but I'm always looking for a collab of any kind with any one. [hider=The Kill Yaself Krew] Harley Quinn is going to begin to form the Kill Yaself Krew at the start of her time in the RP. Harley's KYK (pronounced Kick pr simply Kyks) are going to take to the streets of Gotham and have some fun. Composed of allies of varying levels of loyalty and power level. Current Membas: [hider=Gang-a-Harleys] [img]https://www.backwardscompatible.co.uk/uploads/2/5/6/1/256146/4513952_orig.jpg [/img] Harley Queens: Clever, ambitious, good with a sword. Harlem Harley: Level-headed, good in a pinch, packs the heavy artillery. Bolly Quinn: Angry, wise, helluva throwin' arm and a penchant for big booms. Harvey Quinn: Free spirit, airhead, nasty haymakers. Carli Quinn: Stubborn, intelligent, lethal with knives. Hanuquinn: Thrillseeker, shortsighted (in both ways), helluva marskwoman. Coach: Glue of the group. Intelligent sage, supportive, crazy as the rest of 'em but better at hiding it. The six of 'em, corralled by Coach, make up the bulk of Harley's muscle. Better trained, well co-ordinated, lethal ladies, a force of chaos fiercely loyal to the Clown Princess. Not to be underestimated like your average group of henchwomen. [/hider] [hider=The Dee Dee Twins] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd641e3583481bd67c7a33a3c7f38bd6/tumblr_nt5io6fhJK1ub7j22o1_1280.jpg[/img] Twins sometimes get a bad rap because of popular media, and unfortunately Deidre and Delia Dennis aren't helping that situation. These two take the connection between twins to a new level. So much so they are collectively called Dee Dee instead of their individual names because they are never seen apart. Dee Dee are a pair of tricksters, fighters, and expert acrobats and thieves. The two actually worked with Harley before she departed Joker's company, and she managed to convince them to come with her. After all, she was the one who picked them off the street in the first place. Dee Dee are actually mutants. Besides their developed skills, Dee Dee are psychically bonded. They can communicate with each other without speaking. This bond also works physically, the two, when in close proximity with each other, can as much as double the others strength level when they so choose. There is a downside- damage one twin, and you damage the other. The two have a shared health bar, so to speak, with pain and damage being transmitted from one to the other. Hit one in the face, both of their heads will jerk back. Electrocute one, and no electricity will meet the other but she will sure as hell feel that way. Dee Dee are semi-rogue elements, often off doing their own thing. But when duty calls, and Harley can manage to find them, they're her most loyal sub-ordinates. So much so that they often call her Mama Harley. [/hider] [hider=Afterthought] [img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/5462c77163db0572d4483d801a350809/tumblr_q7dr5jNIyB1ye0j6co1_500.jpg[/img] This staff-proficient serial thief and security goon signed up with Kyks after growing tired of the stagnation of her criminal career. Quiet, arrogant, and on the moody side, the only time Afterthought (Attie) seems to have fun is when she's kicking ass or buying new things. The kicker is (Ha!) that Afterthought, at some point in her life, had an advanced implant drilled into her noggin. Most likely non-consensually, given her distrust of most science and big organizations. Now she can tap into a quantum state of reality that is exactly five seconds ahead of our own reality. Combined with her gymnastic skills this makes her a formidable close-range fighter and sentry. The trick is to hit her with something she can't dodge or avoid, even with a five second heads up. And if you overwhelm her, she still has a human reaction time and human limits. [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Poison Ivy] [img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/f2c9b0ed-02e4-468c-a9b3-5f0026471c50/d5i5u65-1fb237a5-5241-420d-812a-fae1ea0e3379.jpg/v1/fill/w_1280,h_1914,q_75,strp/poison_ivy_by_davelungart___green_night_xgx_by_knytcrawlr_d5i5u65-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD0xOTE0IiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZjJjOWIwZWQtMDJlNC00NjhjLWE5YjMtNWYwMDI2NDcxYzUwXC9kNWk1dTY1LTFmYjIzN2E1LTUyNDEtNDIwZC04MTJhLWZhZTFlYTBlMzM3OS5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTI4MCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.2ZGcH_qo8DuvSu1hCZo5X0-euCZv96NCXuGMmlx1DUI [/img] The two had been acquiantances in crime for a while, with her and the Joker occasionally combing schemes for their own purposes. However Poison took additional interest in Harley when she discovered that Harley was completely immune to all poisons and dangerous chemicals, meaning Ivy couldn't control her like she almost every other living creature on Earth and beyond. Their relationship grew over time into friendship. Ivy always knew the Joker was bad for her and was the one that nursed the near-dead Harley back to Health after the Joker almost murdered her. At that point their bond was an unbreakable one and unlike many supervillains they genuinely enjoy each other's company. They will most likely end up in a relationship at some point in the future. Right now Poison Ivy is more of a supporting ally but their bond will grow even further in time due to events that I haven't planned out yet. But everyone knows Ivy x Quinn, and it's gonna happen here, too, though it won't be the main focus, at least for now. They will be close friends but I'd like Harley to explore the world, Gotham, and her new destiny "by herself" for a while. At least before I have the two of them be united into one CS where I'm constantly playing both of them. [/hider] [hider=Bud and Lou] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/00/ae/22/00ae22abe43ab03d3c70da3a05af39e8.jpg[/img] Two monstrously oversized hyenas Harley rescued from a circus that was abusing them back when they were only little pups. The two are fiercely loyal, obedient, and savage, able to tear apart a fully grown man in seconds. They're also, in Harley's opinion at least, the cutest and sweetest little fellas you'll ever meet. [/hider] [hider=Enemies] Literally everyone or no one, depending on circumstance. She's way too chaotic for lawful characters good or evil for her to trust. She's chaotic, but too flip floppy for vigilantes or villains to completely trust. So really there's infinite opportunities for rivals. Depending on who I end up in contact with OOC for teamups. Right now though, atleast for a solo story, I'm thinking she starts taking on some Batman's Rogues Gallery. Some of the less powerful or famous ones first, but she works her way up. She could travel the country and take on other nutjobs, too. The very first idea I have was her hunting down Victor Zsasz. That kind of villain is the exact kind of person Harley hates the most and I think she would love crushing that guy's head with her 100 pound mallet. I think my Harley hates no one less than edge lord nihilists who think they're so smart and enlightened they have to kill everyone to prove how smart they are and how meaningless life is. If she figures out the Joker is like that, and not the hedonist that Harley is, she'll probably gun for him eventually. That's down the line, though. At the very least it's funny to kill people who kill people because they think life is meaningless, because then they can't complain about it. [/hider] [/i][/indent][/indent] [COLOR=f49ac2][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]S A M P L E P O S T:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR] [hider=Harley Quinn sample post] [INDENT][INDENT][i] Doctor Harleen Quinzel, PsyD, skipped down the poorly lit streets of night time gotham. Her light blonde hair was tied into two long pig tails, one died pink, the other blue, with a matching color scheme for her eyeliner. Her outfit was quite simple, just a black sports bra and black gym hipster shorts, a red skirt and red crop top hanging rattily over both. Her right arm was in a cast. She was humming a tune, and in her left arm a baseball bat occasionally ringed against a metal fence post. Tucked against her chest, held aloft by her cast, was a bucket of ice cream. Her sneakers scuffed the pavement as she came to a stop outside an abandoned, wrecked townhouse. The entire thing was overgrown with vines and plants, the bricks crumbling to dust. Harley smiled, hopped up the broken steps, and rapped her pale white knuckles on the door. It swung open a few moments later, a flower emerged from the door frame and sprayed Harley in the face. She coughed, waving away the poison. The door was still open, leading into the absolutely swamped interior of the building. Rolling her eyes and smirking, she put on a dumb founded face and began to walk like a zombie down the twisted corridors. Alluring music echoed down the hall, and a femine voice beautifully sang a siren's song. Flowers twisted and writhed in a mesmering dance. Harley stomped down the hallways, sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes. Eventually she came to a large lobby like room where a pool had been created out of the center desk. The entire area was flooded. Large plants, ginormous creations, curled up the walls and swayed in tune to the singing. Various civilians and two cops danced in a circle with dumb smiles on their faces, holding hands and giggling together. Harley, pretending to be under the effects still, wandered into the middle of the room. There, sitting in the pool with her arms over the edge, sat Poison Ivy, the enchantingly beautiful green lady super villaines. She looked over at Harley and smiled, but Harley could tell she didn't recognize her. [color=a2d39c]"Well, hello there."[/color] Ivy purred. Vines crept up Harley's legs and wrapped her arms against her torso. [color=a2d39c]"Aren't you just a cute little thing?"[/color] Harley was lifted and carried closer to the forest nymph. [color=a2d39c]"I'd love too- [i]HARLEY!?[/i]"[/color] Poison Ivy threw her arms into the air in surprise and Harley was hurled across the room at a speed high enough to kill or seriously injure most normal people. She hit the wall with a thud and bounced, rolling to the ground, groaning in pain and laughing in delight at the same time. [color=f49ac2]"Ohh, ohohoho...oh, man. That's too bad. I liked where that was goin'." [/color] Harley clutched her cast that carried her broken arm and scooped up the ice cream bucket that she had dropped. She left her bat on the ground, for now. With a smile she got up into a crouching position. Poison Ivy would be bright red if she could turn that color anymore, and she was covering her face with her hands. [color=a2d39c]"Ugh! You are unbelievable!"[/color] Ivy chastised, sinking under the water's surface. Harley chuckled and hopped over the precipice of the circlular desk Ivy had made into her pool and sunk into the water, clothes and all. [color=f49ac2]"Been tellin' ya for years, Pamela. Ya need glasses! You're short sighted."[/color] Harley pulled down the skin of her cheek to make her eye look bigger. [color=a2d39c]"I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you without- without the-"[/color] Ivy emerged from the water and pointed at Harley's head. Harley ran a finger through her pigtails and shrugged. [color=f49ac2]"Without the little jinglies, I know. No hat. No mask, no suit."[/color] Ivy's eyes widened and she gasped. [color=a2d39c]"I can't believe it. You actually-!?"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Yup. Me and Mistah J? We're through. For good this time."[/color] Harley cut the air with an invisible knife. Ivy rushed forward across the pool and gave Harley a big hug. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, Harley! I'm so proud of you!"[/color] Harley laughed again and looked Ivy in the face as they pulled apart. [color=f49ac2]"What's up with ya, Ivy? Seem to be in a good mood today."[/color] She quirked her head to the side. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, yeah. I'm high right now."[/color] Ivy said, sinking back to her corner of the pool, eyes closed. [color=a2d39c]"Sorry I'm not as bitter as usual."[/color] She joked. Harley seemed taken aback. [color=f49ac2]"Wow! You figured out how ta get yaself high? Ain't there a joke about God makin' a rock so big even he couldn't lift it or somethin'?"[/color] She looked tilted her head again. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, I don't know. Doesn't sound like a very good joke, though. But yes, I did. I tried it on myself, and a diluted version on these...people." [/color]She waved to them dismissively. [color=a2d39c]"And on you. I could give you the strong version, if you'd like."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Naw, naw, I'm good for now. Need a clear head, 'cause I've been doin' some thinkin'. What's up with these guys, anyway? Thought you hated people."[/color] Harley glanced around as a police officer held his partner of his head. [color=a2d39c]"I do. I thought I might like them more if they learned to appreciate nature as much as I do. But no, not really. They're still pretty annoying. None of them are even that attractive."[/color] She said flippantly. [color=f49ac2]"Oh, yeah, I get it. So that was special treatment just for me, then."[/color] Harley said, smugly sticking her chin up. Ivy closed her eyes again and face palmed. [color=a2d39c]"Ugh. You yourself said I needed new glasses. Clearly I do. Besides, if I had known it was you I would have thrown you much harder. Because, you, you know...tend to Bounce. But enough about me- you and Joker. You really dumped his sorry ass?"[/color] Ivy asked, leaning forward. [color=f49ac2]"Uh huh."[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Oh, no, he didn't do that to your arm, did he?"[/color] Ivy asked, her face twinged with concern and pre-emptive anger. [color=f49ac2]"Naw, that was me. I got drunk and got into a car accident on the way over here. This cast is just some lady's dress she left out to dry."[/color] She admitted with a shrug. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, poor girl."[/color] High Poison Ivy leaned forward to see Harley's arm but then looked around. [color=a2d39c]"Leave us, you oafs. Go home and forget this ever happened, and don't come to this part of town again. I wish not to see you anymore."[/color] The party-goers seemed disappointed but trotted obediently out the door. [color=f49ac2]"Yeah, you oafs! Get outta here! Ya bums!"[/color] Harley called after them before looking back at Ivy with a self-satisfied look. Ivy rolled her eyes and then travelled closer to Harley, removing the cast and holding her broken arm. Surprisingly, it doesn't look that bad, but it was definitely broken. [color=f49ac2]"Like ya said, I Bounce. SHIELD-o prolly got me on a list, somewhere. It ain't too bad- never is, with me."[/color] Harley bragged. [color=a2d39c]"That's objectively untrue."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Whaddya mean?"[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Batgirl punched your lights out plenty of times."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"That's- that's different. She hits real hard. And many times ovah, not just once. I can only Bounce so many times."[/color] Harley defended herself. [color=a2d39c]"Right. So it's only not bad when you get drunk and fling yourself through your window because you're dumb enough to not where your seatbelt."[/color] Poison Ivy chastised, already commanding her plants to concoct a potion. [color=f49ac2]"Wha- I did not go flyin' out my window!" [/color]Harley protested. [color=a2d39c]"So what's that glass sticking out of your shoulder?"[/color] Ivy indicated the small shard of glass with her eyebrow. [color=f49ac2]"That's...that's uh...okay."[/color] Harley finally came clean with a sheepish look. [color=a2d39c]"You're tough, Harley. You Bounce back. But you're not invincible, and you need to stop acting like you are."[/color] Poison Ivy ran some liquid over the broken arm, and Harley grunted as she felt it snap partially back into place. [color=f49ac2]"Yeowch."[/color] She said, rolling her shoulder. [color=f49ac2]"Well, gee, sorry grandma. I'll be more careful next time."[/color] She plucked the glass out of her shoulder. There was a trickle of blood but moments later it sealed itself up. Over her several year stint as a supervillain she had picked up a few tricks, aswell as naturally being born with an X-gene that activated upon an unfortunate plunge into a vat of "chemicals." The ability to Bounce, and make other things Bounce. Definitely the most fun superpower of them all. Poison Ivy also gave her a dangerous potion that would kill most people and terrify most other people away. A rare concoction that permanently granted Harley a substance in her body that could regenerate almost all wounds very quickly, and gave her additional durability and enhanced strength. [color=a2d39c]"Good."[/color] There was one final snap, and Harley's arm was as good as new. [color=f49ac2]"Whaddya doin' in here, Ivy? All by your lonesome? I know it's been a while since we last saw each other. Whaddya been up too?"[/color] Harley asked as Ivy slid back to her side of the pool. [color=a2d39c]"Oh, I don't know. No one ever listens to me except you. The world is still going to shit. Batman stopped my plans over and over again. I only barely escaped last time. I don't know, Quinn. I'm just not feeling it anymore. Feel like nothing's changed. I've been doing this whole supervillain shtick for a long time."[/color] Ivy shifted, casing her eyes downwards a tiny frog leapt up on her raised index finger. [color=f49ac2]"Aw c'mon, Ivy. You ain't a villain! You're a hero! You're tryna save the world! What's more heroic then that?"[/color] Harley asked, trying to reassure her friend. [color=a2d39c]"No, I'm a villain. I'm morally right, but the definition fits. I'm trying to uproot[/color] [color=f49ac2](Ha!)[/color] [color=a2d39c]the world as these so called heroes know it. Some people need to die. Or at least I thought they did. Clearly nothing's gotten better. So I've...just been hanging out, I suppose."[/color] Poison Ivy said. [color=a2d39c]"What about you? Now that you've dumped the Joker?"[/color] [color=f49ac2] "Well...I dunno."[/color] Harley said with a shrug, her voice getting quiet. [color=f49ac2]"I've been...I've been thinkin' about gettin' into the hero business."[/color] She admitted, her pale face flushing a little red. Pamela blinked, narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow. [color=a2d39c]"Huh. I...I never pegged you for the type."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Y-you don't think it's stupid?"[/color] [color=a2d39c]"No, it's pretty stupid."[/color] Ivy responded bluntly. Harley laughed, but her face fell nonetheless. [color=a2d39c]"But when have you ever let that stop you before?"[/color] Ivy added with a smirk. [color=f49ac2]"Aah..."[/color] Harley's face brightened and she smiled wide, thinking about that.[color=f49ac2] "...ahaha. Ha-ha, hahahahaahahahaaah! Haha!"[/color] She laughed joyously, her giggle fit wracking her whole body in the way that it always did. Unlike her crueller male counter-part, Harley's laugh could actually brighten a room instead of bringing terror. Though, she could certainly do the latter, depending on what she was enjoying at the time. [color=f49ac2]"Oh, man. When ya right, ya right. Thanks, Pam. You always know what to say."[/color] Harley's heart swelled with confidence. [color=f49ac2]"Okay. I'm gonna do it. I'm really gonna do it. I'm gonna show those bums out there what Harley Quinn can really be. Not some sidekick, not some boring two-bit criminal. They're gonna love me. There's gonna be Halloween outfits with my name on 'em! They're gonna give me a key to the city! By the time I'm done, Batman will be nothin' but a footnote on my heroic legacy! I'm gonna save the friggin' world and make a boat load of cash doin' it!"[/color] By the end of her speech she was standing and shouting, her fists clenched triumphantly in the air. [color=a2d39c](Oh God, what have I done?) "Um, that's great Harls. But, uh...how? Most people think you're just the Joker's looney girlfriend." [/color] Ivy said, trying to reign in her friend. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work. Harley put a hand to her chin, thought for a moment, then shrugged. [color=f49ac2]"Haven't thought that far ahead yet. I'll figure it out. I'm gonna put a crew together. Maybe I need to take a roadtrip outta Gotham to get some perspective, see what's out there. Maybe I'll start by icin' some jackass that has it comin'. Whatever I come up with, when I'm done, I'll come back here and help you outta your funk, too."[/color] Harley Quinn stepped out of the pool, soaking wet, her smile bigger and brighter than ever. She fetched her baseball bat and rested it on her shoulder, and placed a hand on her hip. Ivy couldn't help but giggle at the sight, Harley's enthusiasm was infectious. [color=a2d39c]"Well, all right. I look forward to it, Harleen. Good luck out there."[/color] She said. Harley nodded and began to strut out the door before she stopped and turn around. [color=f49ac2]"Oh. I brought ya some ice cream."[/color] She pointed at the tub sitting on the edge of the pool. [color=a2d39c]"Huh? Ice cream?"[/color] Ivy squinted at the tub like she just noticed it. [color=a2d39c]"Is it vegan?" [/color]She asked. [color=f49ac2]"Wuh-"[/color] Harley was confused. [color=f49ac2]"Whaddya mean? It's ice cream."[/color] [color=a2d39c]"But is it vegan?"[/color] Ivy asked again, seeming a little irritated. [color=f49ac2]"Well- I dunno. I didn't know there was such a thing as ice cream with meat innit."[/color] [color=a2d39c]"That's not- Is it made of cow milk?"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Probably? What other type of milk is there?"[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Then it's not vegan. It comes from a cow. That's animal byproduct."[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Oh, come on, the cow's still alive! Ice cream shouldn't count!"[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Oh, really? How would you like it if I kept you in a cage and milked you all day long!?"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"..."[/color] [color=a2d39c]"Oh, for fuck-"[/color] Ivy stammered, momentarily flustered. [color=a2d39c]"Look, there's almond milk, and coconut milk that can be used to make ice cream. That's vegan ice cream."[/color] Harley laughed a dismissive bark. [color=f49ac2]"Yeah right. Coconuts don't have boobs, they can't give milk." [/color] [color=a2d39c]"Oh my G- are you rea- it's ground up coconuts, it's a byproduct of the fruit!"[/color] [color=f49ac2]"Then it should be called coconut juice. Ya gonna drink apple milk? Orange milk? No." [/color] Ivy clenched her fists under the water and sneered. [color=a2d39c]"Just leave! Just go! And take your slave cream with you!" [/color] Ivy commanded with a straight armed point out the exit corridor. [color=f49ac2]"Alright, alright! I'm goin'! Yeesh!"[/color] Harley raised her free hand defensively and gathered up the ice cream, shuffling herself out the door. [color=f49ac2]"Bye Ivy!" [/color] Poison Ivy scoffed into her facepalm. [color=a2d39c]"Bye, Harley."[/color] Then, she was gone, and Ivy was left to her lonely peace and quiet. Meanwhile, Harley, a new woman, skipped out of Ivy's place and took a big whiff of the smoggy Gotham night air. [color=f49ac2]"Okay, world. Wait 'till you get a load-a this." [/color] Then she turned and vanished into an alley, one of the many back passages she knew like the back of her hand. [/i][/indent][/indent][/hider] [COLOR=f49ac2][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P O S T C A T A L O G:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][i]You ain't seen nothin' yet![/i][/indent][/indent] [/hider]