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My power grows exponentially each day as we come nearer to Halloween.
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In Children of Arkham Asylum → 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Folly Quinzel


Character Summary

Name: Folly Jane Quinzel
Aliases: Folly Quinn, Foll, Freak, Scarface
Age: 17
Birthday: February 16th
Ethnicity: Caucasian, with a bit of toxic residue
Birth Place: Gotham, New Jersey
Current Residence: Wayne Manor
Guardian: Bruce Wayne
Gender: Female
Arkham Parent: Harley Quinn. Certain allegations believe the Joker as well.
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History: Folly was born in Arkham Asylum. Her mother, best known as the infamous Harley Quinn, had been handcuffed to a bed when Folly vacated the womb. Despite the pleading of the staff to give her daughter a normal name, something mundane like Lucy, Harley insisted on naming the girl Folly. One of the orderlies slapped on Jane as a middle name, in hopes of making a normal life more possible for the child. Child protective services then seized Folly, unable to determine a father. Doctors ran tests on the child, noting that her immune system was peculiar, and hypothesized it was an effect of the acid her mother had bathed in years prior.

No one in the Quinzel family wanted Folly, however. The tabloids and the papers were labeling her as the daughter of the Joker, despite a lack of evidence. Folly was thus placed in a foster home, and remained, bounced from place to place till the age of three. Only other criminals ever placed an interest in adopting the child, and with the heavy scrutiny over Folly, they never succeeded. At the age of four, her mother was released from Arkham, carrying a clean bill of health. She took back custody of Folly, and the pair of them moved to New York, living in an apartment on Coney Island. Her "aunt" Poison Ivy would drop by quite often, but Folly wasn't exposed to the criminal lifestyle many expected.

At the age of fourteen, however, her relatively quiet life was interrupted. The Joker broke into their apartment, intent on killing her mother. Folly had been out at school, and by the time she came home, her mother had donned her old Jester costume, and informed Folly they were moving to Gotham. The Joker took an interest in Folly, attempting to train her to be a criminal.

And while they did stay in Gotham for a few months with the Joker, it was short lived. One of the Joker's schemes went awry and her mother had been landed back in Arkham. Furious and filled with rage, the Joker slit her throat, in a manner that hardly kept her alive. He left Folly to bleed out, only for the Gotham Bat to rescue her. She spent a good few weeks in Gotham City Hospital, and while her mother's instructions named Dr. Pamela Isley as her guardian, millionaire Bruce Wayne decided to take Folly in as his ward. She figured that he did it for the publicity, to improve his public image.

Folly had some issues, of course, with all of the public attention she received. Uncomfortable with the gigantic scar on her neck and unable to visit her mother, the chance to enroll at Wayne High was perfect for her. It would allow her to see her mother, but also be around other students like her. People who wouldn't care who her father may or may not have been.

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Character Quote: "I'm more than just my parents' daughter."
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
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In 🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Nora Kingston
Location: Al Fishawi' over in Khan El-Kalili Bazar over in El Ataba El Khadra in E10 ---> Bank of the Nile River (C10)
Nora sipped at her tea, enjoying the warmth of it as it tickled her throat. She let out a content sigh, closing her eyes as memories of that all too repeating dream came back to her. She had brushed it off as being some remnant of her childhood illness, an indication of the stress of her work. There couldn't have been any merit to it, yet she couldn't discuss it with Dr. Kingston. He would prescribe a treatment of bedrest, on accounts of developing female hysteria. Nora didn't intend to spend the rest of her life tied to a bed. The chains of society were restrictions enough.

"Thank you," Nora murmured, by the time she had her food. She ate at it delicately, enjoying the symphony of tastes. By the time she finished the food and tea, she couldn't deny that there was not much of interest in the establishment. Perhaps a walk, a chance to get some air, could do her some good. Paying for her food, Nora rose from her seat, and pulled her clothing around herself a little more. She ducked out of the establishment and settled in for a walk, not stopping until the Nile river was at her side.

Lighting a cigarette, Nora took a heavy drag, blowing the smoke out in front of her. She knew that it perhaps wasn't the safest place for her to be, but she couldn't be bothered to do much about it. Perhaps a little scare would do her go, at least in terms of finding something meaningful in life. Had she known someone, she would've invested in a decent swing dancing partner, to allow herself to feel something akin to life.
In 🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1 → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jack Hudson
Location: Building 2 (Mess Hall)
At the sound of Tatiana's scream, Jack burst into action. He ran into the kitchen, prepared to stomp the son of a bitch to death, only to see the little mouse. He relaxed slightly, and saw Sophia lower herself back down out of the corner of his eye. Bazhooli went after the mouse, and Jack instead remained right next to Tatiana, blinking slightly as the orange cat appeared from out of nowhere.

"...Gahfield?" Jack asked, a bit confused. He hadn't imagined that anyone would've kept a pet in these times. It was asking for a liability, though he supposed everyone needed something to keep them human. The Russian man continued to get more and more comical, and then the orange furball approached Tatiana, dropping the dead mouse in front of her. "I think he likes you," Jack joked, hoping that the mouse wouldn't bother Tatiana while dead. "Got a name, cat?"
Édouard Riviere
Location: Heard County High School (Franklin)
Édouard couldn't help but be disappointed with the food. He picked at it, stabbing and smushing it, turning it into something resembling mush. Sure, he was hungry...but it would be an insult for the Édouard Riviere to consume this American garbage! His stomach grumbled, and he glared, before pouncing on the wreckage of the food, scarfing it all down.

"Je suis en disgrâce," Édouard muttered, his head down. He supposed that it was better food than the cans of baby mush he had been consuming for most of his time, but at least no one had witnessed him eat such trash. Letting out a heavy sigh, Édouard looked around the room, seeking out a friendly face. There were none there, all of his companions having gone to their separate corners, and Édouard sitting amongst strangers. For a moment, his heart felt a pang of sadness.

"Il me faut partir," Édouard declared, standing up. His leg winced slightly with soreness, but at least he was in far better shape than Ray.

In Haunted Isles → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll be posting today ^^
In A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Pundii I'm here ^^
In A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Jaina Sarbye
Location: Conference Room; The Vindicator
Jaina glanced over, watching the stormtroopers enter the room. Immediately, the bounty hunter sat up a little straighter, recognizing those who did not belong. She glanced around quickly, as if to confirm that three individuals not called to the meeting had indeed come to the Conference Room. Others at the table seemed to be just as surprised, and Jaina held back playful peels of laughter as Jesmand threatened the trio. Despite not understanding what death truly was, Jaina could be a bit of a sadist.

Still, they had to wait for Kordath before they could begin properly, and Jaina tugged on her hair, attempting to come up with some sort of pleasant distraction. That was the downside to working for the Empire. Back when it had been her and the streets on Coruscant, she didn't have to wait around for instructions or orders. She'd find a job, always one wanted dead or alive -- she had a tendency to accidentally kill her targets -- and complete it. It was as simple as that, there were no briefings and conference room power struggles.

"You're gonna regret that~" Jaina said playfully, staring Kyatrah dead in the eye. "Com'dore Cartchi had an axe, gave a rebel forty whacks, and when she saw what Kya'd done, she gave Kya forty one."
Sutton Corandel
Location: Main Hold; The Raven
Sutton bit her lip, guessing what Stehrr was saying. The Wookie always wanted to follow Luke to the grave, and a show of force wasn't the way to start off diplomatic negotiations with the Hutts. She glanced over at the doctor, before looking up at Luke. "I can stay behind and guard the ship, sir," Sutton offered. "It'll give me plenty of time to plan a mutiny, while helping to protect the ship."

She frowned a bit at Matthew, laughing slightly despite the horrible thing he joked about. "You sound like you want to have that happen," Sutton observed. "Got a stormtrooper kink or something?" She doubted that the answer to Nali's question would be anything other than yes. They wouldn't be doing this mission if they didn't have some sort of communication, a method in order to gain intel. It'd be ridiculous if the rebel base had no knowledge of what was about to happen, or even a communication line.
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Morose I don't know what you are referring to - Tuesday's Prom was very memorable, total fun. Carry would have loved it, lmao


I think you and I remember her prom very differently :P
In Abandoned Hope - Concluded → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Witch Cat You're on day 7 on your counter. Get a post in quickly, hun!
In 🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S. → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Cecily Ashworth
Location: the Morgue
Cecily jumped slightly, hearing the door to the morgue open. Her hand flew to where she had concealed her pistol, a new habit born out of paranoia. Seeing a woman she failed to recognize, Cecily's heart started pounding more and more. Had Proserpine sent another friend to come back and finish her off? She gulped slightly, but at Natasha's kind smile and explanation, she relaxed, her hand falling to her side. An appointment with her old therapist was definitely in order, Cecily realized with dismay.

"Yes, yes, I'm Cecily Ashworth," Cecily replied, smiling thinly herself. "Acting M.E. despite never having gone to medical school...Though I did watch all nine seasons of Dexter but that doesn't really translate over as a skill, does it?" She laughed awkwardly, her eyes darting down to Alicia's corpse. The dead woman almost seemed to be judging her, for having the nerve to laugh and joke in a room full of death. Nearly mumbling an apology, Cecily reminded herself of Roy's warning.

"I know this'll sound absolutely paranoid but...Could I see your I.D. and license and stuff?" Cecily requested. "Just need to be sure I really am talking to Natasha Brinne." Of course, as soon as Cecily would receive some form of I.D., she didn't know much about how to test for whether or not it was real. Forensics never really included "I.D. checking" as a form of specialization.

Once she was certain of Natasha's identity, Cecily would step back slightly from the corpses, allowing Natasha to begin once ready. "I've done some preliminary inspections of the body--noted external injuries and the like, but I'm not well versed in medical terminology and such..." She couldn't help but regret slightly she had decided not to go to medical school. She had finished her degree a year early, and with her parents' funds, she could've done it without taking out a loan. Instead, she had accepted her first job offer and moved to Justice, the city of death.
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: Imperial Apartments 4C
Tuesday glanced down, before shrugging. She truthfully hadn't cared. Strip searches tended to make it easier to deal with a lack of clothing, and for a moment, she considered making Ronnie give her his shirt. Instead grabbing an oversized and abandoned one in the corner, Tuesday pulled it on, mostly covering up her nudity. "I didn't realize we had a dress code," Tuesday joked. "Are we going to the prom or something?" Of course, at her words, Tuesday instantly regretted the jest. Her prom hadn't been the best of times.

Accepting the burrito, Tuesday sat down on a chair, her legs crossed almost daintily. She bit into the food, her stomach growling in appreciation as she consumed the delicious breakfast food. At the mention of the FBI, however, she stopped eating. Setting down her burrito slowly, Tuesday took a deep breath. "Is fucking Marc Tinder here? If he is, I need to hide my shit in your place. He tried to get me clean during my first stint in jail. My bloody luck would be that he comes to 'check up' on me or some bullshit."

Mentally thinking it over, Tuesday squeezed her hand into a fist. If Marc Tinder was one of the agents in Justice, she'd need to move. There were other prisons in the world, other well to do inmates in need of a fix. Still, she had just gotten herself established in Justice, and gotten herself some not-so-honest work. "I think Riley's girlfriend or something works for the government," Tuesday offered, trying to distract herself with Ronnie's problems. She hadn't known Danica, but she figured she was important to Ronnie. "Could always ask her for help. But in the mean time...What's the drug of choice today?"
In 🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed) → 10 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dorothy Pender
Location: Med Bay ---> Med Bay Exterior
Dorothy raised a bit of an eyebrow, considering vaguely vetoing the Captain's request for caffeine. She still couldn't be certain that the caffeine wouldn't have an undue reaction with the other chemicals coursing through Anisa, but she decided to let it be. After what the Captain had just gone through, she more than deserved something stronger than water to drink.

Watching Anisa carefully as she rose from the bed, Dorothy chuckled slightly in spite of herself. She shouldn't have expected Anisa to do anything else, truly. "I know you won't agree to bed rest, so please take extra care to drink water and avoid undue physical strain." It was a comprise on her part, knowing that the Captain would be fine, but also not wanting to see Anisa back on that medical bed any time soon. With Anisa on her feet, Dorothy quickly rinsed her hands, and snapped on a fresh pair of gloves. "Alright, I'll be tending to the chwen." Nodding at the Captain and Jackson, Dorothy headed into the Med Bay Exterior, she crouched down by the boy, propping his leg up gently. Running her hands over the leg, she inspected it for any deformities and swelling. Depending on the type of fracture, the leg could become infected.

"What's your name?" Dorothy asked, forcing a smile. "Tell me about yourself, hmm?" She continued about her work, looking for any indication of the skin being pierced by the bone, the most serious type of fracture the boy may have. People tended to enjoy talking about themselves, and given she didn't know much else about him, it would be one way to get his mind off of the pain. "You got a favorite color or something?"
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