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Love Will Keep Us Together: A Suicide Squad RPG

Here's my submission. :)

Harley Quinn

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

H A R L E Y Q U I N N

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"We're bad guys. It's what we do!"}

This is where you outline your vision for the character This should be a short summary that provides insight into where the character is in terms of their overall progress and development.

Harley Quinn is still in love with the Joker and cooks up villainous schemes mostly to gain his approval. When left to her own devices her schemes are more anti-hero rather than evil, but she's very easily swayed by bad influences. On the flip side, positive influences can bring out the best in her. Harley is also more practical than most people assume, not letting her scruples get in the way of achieving a goal.

In her opinion there are few things funnier than poetic justice or irony. Though she hasn't realised it, Harley Quinn definitely has a better sense of humor than the Joker. She understands that punching up is a lot funnier than punching down.

A B I L I T I E S:

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All In: Harley has an uncanny ability to pull off impossible, hare brained schemes. The gambles and risks she takes pay off more often than not. Maybe luck is just preparation meeting opportunity. Harley is good at being unpredictable and utterly confident in her abilities and plans, which leads to better results.

Olympian: Harley is very flexible, agile, and acrobatic. She can always keep her balance and do very useful, evasive, or offensive feats of athleticism. Also, really good at roller skating.

Big Whack: Harley's strikes, be it with her fists and feet or with a giant hammer or baseball bat, have a considerable amount of power behind them. A limited form of super strength that only applies to quick bursts of power.

Bouncy: Harley bounces! Much in the same way she has limited super strength, she has limited super durability, too. Something about her just makes her hard to keep down.

Pretty Decent Shot: Better than most people, anyway!

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:

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I want to play Harley because there's a lot of freedom with her. She's comic relief, but also, has a lot of heart. She's a supervillain who is always driven by normally positive emotions like love, romance, companionship. And she isn't afraid to show it, she's very affectionate and very extroverted. She likes making friends, even if she isn't very good at it. It makes her good to be the glue of any team. The type of person who isn't judgemental and can pull all sorts of disparate, crazy folks together. I'd like her to get a taste for hero work and become more of a good guy now that she has some distance from the Joker. Especially since he's probably not coming to rescue her. Harley likes adventure, having a good time, and causing some chaos.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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For signature gear, Quinn has her heavy wooden mallet and her roller skates. And her jester suit is resistant to damage. Other than that she won't pass up very useful things like guns and grenades.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S:

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Short summary of your characters thoughts, feelings and regards for the rest of the cast. Optional and can be added to whenever.

World of Light

Level 5: 37/50
Location: The Maw: The Belly
Word Count: 535
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 38/50

Sakura had been 'whisper-shouting'. Perhaps she thought that somehow made her voice harder to hear. She got lucky, though she did cringe as Nadia pointed out her obvious mistake. Sakura covered her mouth and shot up a silent peace sign towards Mirage with the other hand.

"Baka!" She chastised herself quietly, continuing onward. Big floaty hands one-eye was getting angrier. You know who else was getting a little angrier? Sakura!

"How dare you?!" Sakura whisperered harshly to herself, offended, as she watched Nadia apply for Jack Ass. "How dare you tell me to be quiet! You hypocrite!" She grabbed the sides of her head as the kitten rolled down the junk hill in a tire. Like a pokemon, Bongo Bongo hurt itself in its confusion. But now Nadia was going to get eaten by the junk monster! Only at the last second was she saved by the Koopa Troop.

Sakura breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a squeak of terror. The junk pile was falling, and the monster was going crazy! She had to get away from junk mountain before she was buried. She managed to get away, but it was close. The girl stabilized both her balanec and her breathing, rolling her neck. As time went on she was getting used to being without powers and was attempting to restore some of her confidence.

"Fake it 'till ya make it." Sakura said. She tried to give everyone reassuring peace signs and thumbs up, especially poor Bella who looked exhausted. Link was with her, doing the good, smart, and reasonable thing. Since when was being smart apart of her job description?! Man, she really wanted to get back to fighting.

"Come on, Mister Link! We got it." She whispered over to him, shaking herself out of her funk. Whatever issues with the vent could wait- she was beelining for hte sofa. She had to get off this junk ocean before she drowned! Often she found herself having to stop and hide beneath her pillow or her towel. Or just get down on all fours after a particularly hard shockwave. At this point her fear was numbed, now it was just a game of survival.

Eventually, though, she made it to the red sofa. She hooked her little hands between the cushion and the base of the furniture. Leaving her trusty pillows behind she climbed up, accepting any aid people who give to her in the process. Once on the cushion itself she rolled over onto her back, huffing. She squeezed herself into a corner and caught her breath, holding a shaking hand. They were almost out. Now it was just a matter of getting through the vent. How they were going to do that, Sakura couldn't even begin to fathom. The girl was still reeling from her prolonged near-death experience. She was just glad she could lean her back against something again and rest her legs and fingers. Though adrenaline was carrying her through, her face was red and her forehead was sweaty. Breathing heavily she just kept watching Bongo Bongo slam his hands, hoping that she wouldn't see any of her friends get squished.

World of Light

Level 5: 36/50
Location: The Maw
Word Count: 468
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 37/50

The washing machine was safe, fortunately. All empty. Sakura peeked her head out, and saw Link a short distance away. The others were all making their way through this horrible place in their own different crazy methods. Lots of parkour, which was something Sakura used to be really good at. Now? Not so much.

The big eyed no wristed floaty hands freak-o thing moved on. There was a particularly close call with Blazermate, but other than her plan worked. The only thing to do was to keep moving. Meet up with the others. Try not to explode. Sakura saw Bella, who was not far behind, using a bucket to keep herself shielded from the eye.

"Oh! So it's dumb. That's good!" She said. Sakura scrounged up a dirty old towel and wrapped it around her self. Not if Bongo Bongo got too close, she would just cower beneath it. Or, just crouch down and hold her spare pillow above her head.

Forward!

One pillow infront of the other. Slow and steady wins the race? Sakura began to get into a rhythm. Methodical movement, occasional cowering. Her spirits began to lift. She wasn't shaking with fear. The rules were becoming more apparent. Sure, the only thing keeping her from being drowned in literal garbage was this crappy pillow. But she wasn't gonna lose her balance! All she had to do was be careful.

Some people were rowing boats around, and Sakura didn't have the strength to do that. Good for them, though, it was certainly something. Very impressive child strength.

Sakura followed Geralt until he met up with Nadia and Mirage. They were up an incline which she didn't feel like navigating. But she was pretty close to them, so she felt like she could safely communicate. sakura tossed up some reassuring air high fives. "Good job, everyone! High five, high five!" She looked across the way to their goal, the vent. The brunette held her big pillow in her hands.

"All right. I'm gonna keep going. If you guys fall in you can run and hop onto my pillow. And then we'll just starve to death, I guess, because we won't be able to do anything after that. But hey, better than nothing."

She set the pillow down infront of her, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck and knuckles. "I'm gonna get in that vent. I got my towel, I got my two pillows, and I got a dream. Come on, Blue Team! We got this." Sakura exhaled a shaky breath, shook some energy out of her arms, and began going once again. One pillow infront of the other. "Ugh, man. My palms are so sweaty." She complained quietly, wiping her hands on her pretty pink dress.

Love Will Keep Us Together: A Suicide Squad RPG

hello. i am interested! Will probably try to apply for Harley Quinn. :) No obscureness here, lol.

World of Light

Level 5: 35/50
Location: The Maw
Word Count: 581
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 36/50

One pillow at a time. Just put one foot right infront of the other. Sakura had trekked across mountains! Great distances that blended together, so very, very zen. Problem number one: This room was not zen. It was un-zen. Probably the least zen room she had ever been in, and she'd been in a room with Vega. Maybe it was the fact that she was stuck in the body of a dumb little kid! This was like asking a musician to play a concert...and making him a dumb little kid who didn't know how to play the piano! Metaphors aren't Sakura's things, all right?!

As she travelled, she realised how isolated she was getting. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. "No one else?" She shook her head and shot out a peace sign towards the others. Especially Bella, who looked nervous. "I got this."

Infact, Sakura quickly ended up being more worried about her teammates than herself. Blazermate, Geralt, and Nadia had cooked up some coco bananas scheme. Mirage and Link were jumping all over the place- the Koopa Troops were just a bunch of- it was loony toons. She felt a lot safer on the ground with her little trick.

That changed when the giant monster descended from the ceiling. "Shimatta." Creepy glowing eye, two floating hands, ready to squash. Survival instinct took over. There was nothing she could do except gawk at her friends. Eyes wide, breathing quickly and not very effectively, Sakura began to build her one girl path forward. Where? At some point, she had noticed an open washing machine.

Progress was painfully slow. She couldn't move too fast or she'd slip and die. Can't move too slow, though, or the thing might see her. And her arms were awful, chubby little short things that were of no use. Her head was too big. Her outfit was too cute. Her heart wasn't racing, it had tripped and was plummeting down a flight of stairs. Thump thumpthump thump, was it arrhytmic? She was going to die of a heart attack. Imagine that. Just- poof! She imagined herself vibrating and shaking and then exploding into a cloud of ash from nothing but stress.

There were two moments, exactly, that were worse than this. For slightly different reasons. At least then, though, she had the option to act courageously. Here she could only very, very slowly, methodically, repetitively, grind her way to safety.

Sakura had reached the sideways washing machine. The door was open, off its hinges. Inside was darkness, but it was a safe and welcoming darkness compared to the monstrosity stalking the Blue Team now. The little girl jumped up, wrapped her stubby fingers onto the edge, and pulled herself up. Thankfully she didn't weigh much, and she had the co-ordination a younger self might have lacked.

Gasping for air, the brunette tumbled into the washing machine and ran, hands outstretched, to the back of the steel metal box. Once she felt the cold metal at the back she pressed her back against it and slid down, hyperventilating. She clutched her knees against her chest and tried to catch her breath.

"Oh, man. Oh man oh man. I'm glad I'm hiding in a washing machine because I think I need a change of underwear." Sakura joked quietly to herself. She giggled nervously at the potty humor. If anyone asked- she could just blame it on being a four year old.

Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

"That's right," Nuri had said alongside Leon, to assuade the fears of her companions. "Undead are no issue. I eat zombies for breakfast."

"I'll go retrieve my armor and get suited. Let's get this show on the road."

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Nuri was fully decked out in her Paladin armor. Red fabric and grey steel, a crimson plume trailing behind her helm. She had pulled up the visor of her helm, so her face was fully visible. At her side was a sheathed long sword. As the group approached the sunken cathedral she had gotten ontop of it, climbed all around, kicking at loose rocks.

"Looks like we're going underground." Nuri said with a shrug. She squinted up at the sky. Distantly, an eagle circled. That was Talun, following, for now. He came and went as he pleased.

Nuri approached the entrance of the cavern as Leon told his story about the lore of this place. She glanced over at Neffy and smiled. "That's very brave. But I think it's best we stick together, for now. Come- I'll lead the way." The Reonite indicated for Corinne to stay in the middle of the pack where she'd be safest, and everyone could make use of her light. In her mind, there was no reason to be sneaky, here. They were heading into an abandoned church. Looters would be scared off, zombies could be destroyed, and beasts would probably already have smelled them coming. Sending in a couple of tiny little fairies alone, in the dark, only seemed like a bad idea.

For Nuri's part, she unsheathed her elegant, lethal longsword. She ran a hand along it, like it was tinder and her palm was flint. With a quick sparking motion, the sword began to emit a warm glow. With that the Paladin began to head inside the dark cave.

Mad Max: Gastown Derby

I'm interested!! Especially in Black-Finger, or maybe Weasel. :) Very cool idea for an RP

World of Light

Level 5: 33/50
Location: The Maw
Word Count: 845
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 35/50

Eventually, Sakura managed to overcome her ragdoll inducing despair. A kid who must have been young Link reassured her that they would not get eaten. And maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but this was seriously scary. Sakura pushed herself unsteadily to her feet. This felt so wrong. She barely even remember being this young. Taking a stance, she cupped her hands together.

"Hadoken!" Nothing. If anything- it actually hurt to try and draw upon the fire of her soul. Like squeezing an empty tube of toothpaste. Her body wasn't prepared to expulse Ki. She knew the technique but had none of the training. Her shoulders sagged and her head dropped. She hadn't been unable to do that since she was 15. That was only 3 years ago, but for someone her age that was a significant portion of her life time. And she had spent 2 years before that trying to learn how to do it!

She slapped herself on the head and tried to pull herself back up into higher spirits. She had just survived a battle, after all. It would be stupid if this was the thing that broke her morale. But it wasn't just that, was it? This place was capital E evil.

The little girl turned to the groups resident robot. "Blazermate...we're all kids! You're the only one who isn't! I don't know what we're gonna do. We all got KOed and now we're kidnapped. We're literally kidnapped. And now, I've got no powers, and I'm stuck in the body of a dumb kid who only wanted to eat chicken nuggets and ice cream!" She exclaimed miserably.

"Mister Geralt?" Sakura said as a foul-mouthed boy introduced himself. He looked a lot different. It kind of made her sad. He was a little kid once, too, before he lived his long and difficult life. No scars, no yellow eyes, no white hair. "Ma..." She murmered looking down at the bed beneath her. She didn't have a plan for him.

Sakura hadn't the wherewithal to re-introduce herself, but who she was was thankfully obvious enough.

Things only got worse. Soon they all re-grouped.

Nadia spotted her and Sakura pouted. "Oh, yeah. I'm adorable." That really wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to hear right now. After a moment she sighed, smiling faintly.

"...Thanks, Nadia, I guess. My mom loved to dress me up." She fondly brought a hand up to the flower and ribbon in her short brown hair. The hair style was identical to the one she had as an adult.

They had a long way to go. Nadia said there was monsters below, and Peach said there were monsters above. At this point, Sakura was starting to tremble. She tried to take a few deep, calming breathes, but it sounded closer to hyperventilating.

Backing up away from the edge of the bed, she retrieved a large pillow like the others had done. With a little toss she sent it below, landing on all the junk.

"I used to play the floor is lava. My little brother g-got mad at me because I would always cheat. Like this." Sakura whispered. She went back and grapped a second pillow, and tossed it down next to the first one. With a quiet squeak of a yelp she lowered herself off the bed and hopped down. Sakura took a moment and steadied herself. She grabbed onto the fabric of the king bed, waiting to scramble back up incase the monster came for her. It didn't, thankfully.

Then, she grapped the second, large pillow with both hands. She set it down infront of her and stepped onto it. Then she crouched down, grabbed the first pillow, and set it down infront of her. She repeated this process once more to demonstrate. Slow, steady steps. No jumping required. Which was good, because Sakura wasn't sure she could make many jumps.

"S-see? We had to ban this strategy." Little Sakura said up to the others with a weak smile.

Then she kept going, making a small one girl path forwards across the room to the exit. After a little bit she sat down, putting a hand over hear thumping heart to catch her breath. "You guys keep g-going. I'll c-catch up."

She waved the more adventurous and brave of the Seekers ahead of her. There were probably much quicker ways of going if someone wanted to take risks. Sakura did not want to take any risks. For the first time in a long time she didn't feel confident that her body could do the things she asked it too. Since she was a kid, she knew she could hold her own weight, and she had extra bones. That was it- and it wasn't a reassuring thought. If she was just a tiny version of Sakura, she would be doing all sorts of crazy cool jumps and parkour. But she was just a normal, middle class kid with all of her baby teeth still in.

World of Light

Level 1: 02/20
Word Count: 775
Location: Museum of Vanity
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 2: 04/20

"Err, yeah, magic." Jesse Faden had said at the time, in response to Primrose's question. "Where I'm from we call it the paranatural. Technically the term is classified, but, that's a stupid rule."

(Plus, I'm the Director and I can do as I damn well please.)

Jesse nodded as everyone agreed to the plan. The Tool Gun truly was a utility. A very useful Object of Power, one of the best she's ever discovered. It took some charges, but soon the entire gang of heisters was down to her size. Once that was done, the only thing left to do was get walking. Make slow and steady progress- would hardly be the most grueling walk across a room in her life.

Or, so she thought. Instead, the cat turned into a truck. Jesse blinked, and then nodded. "Oh, okay, I get it. You guys are just gonna play this off as no big deal to impress me. Fair." She said jokingly as she hopped inside.

Things got a little dicey, but Mona was good for it. The distraction was useful and they managed to make it through. Jesse undid everything, spamming the mental button. Even the door would become Collidable again, just to make sure no one followed them in without at least having to open the door. A brief visit through some back areas and they kept moving forward. The Thieves moved with purpose, they knew where they going. Faden just hoped this place wasn't going to pull the rug out from under their feet again.

No-Colliding doors and then peeking through was a very good strategy for safely scouting ahead.

"Phantom Thief code. I like it." Jesse said. "Although I should warn you, I'm basically a cop. But I'm pretty sure this place is outside my jurisdiction. Still, try not to commit too many felonies while I'm around." The redhead said. Jesse was clearly having fun. Her mood had brightened the more she tagged along with the Phantom Thieves.

Joker reported in from the peek-a-boo tactic. "Eldritch nightmare gallery?" Jesse asked, her interest piqued. She shook her head. Joker was right. Maybe if circumstances were different. Right now, the natural had become the new paranatural.

Once inside, she sprinted, keeping her pistol held in both hands and pointed at the ground. Past all the art no doubt born of madness, they pushed through the sickly pale green light. Their final obstacle was a lone guard. Jesse wondered if perhaps they could formulate a plan to sneak past this one, too- but Joker went ahead and got the drop on it. Not the worst call. Getting discovered was a different ball game than pulling off an ambush.

What was revealed, however, turned the tables of the Phantom Thieves + Guests quite quickly. A hideous creature formed from darkness and marred by evil. It roared and the entire room was plunged into darkness. It roared, and Jesse knew it to be the kind of noise that could worm into an untrained mind and force panic upon courageous hearts. Jesse Faden was not an untrained mind.

She steeled herself and prepared to do her job, resisting the fear effect.

"We need light!" Jesse shouted, voice steady and strong. For her part the redhead began taking steps backward. She pushed a hand out and did a melee attack. There was a burst of wind, but she was well out of range of the shambler. The true purpose was to summon a short but crucial flash of white light, the kind that accompanied her abilities in some form or another. The grisly form of the Shambler appeared for a second and a half before fading back into darkness.

Hand still reaching, she grasped one of the nearby blue-green statues in her minds eye. Wrenching it from the ground, she flung it at the giggling Shambler at speed. A crushing blow to disorient or shove bakc. Then Jesse once again lit the room up, only this time it was with her semi-automatic Service Weapon. The explosive bursts eminated from the whirring yellow cylinder in the center of the otherwise obsidian pistol. Jesse was going to put some psychic bullets into this monster.

Ideally it would focus all on her while her allies regained their composure. Give them time to push it's corruptive influence out of their heads. She wanted to create more distance by sprinting away, but she settled for doing a balanced, calm, back-pedal instead. If she ran too far, it might pursue an easier target. It was never wise to underestimate the intelligence of a monster from another dimension.

(All eyes on me, you ugly bastard.)

Dungeon Clearer! A Fantasy Adventurer RP

i'll get a post out tomorrow