Post by harley on Nov 5, 2009 12:48:39 GMT -5
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{ A B O U T . Y O U }
Name: Bizzy-Poo!
Gender: Vag.
Age: Eighteen.
E-mail: rawrimacuddlemonster@hotmail.com
Twitter: dun have one.
Years of RPG Experience: A year come December.
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How did you find us? Abbie.
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }
Name: Harlene Rae Quinn.
Age: Sixteen.
Gender: Bewbs.
Year: Sixth.
Face Claim: Kiki Kannibal.
Canon or Original? Original.
Facial Properties: Harley’s face is one of perfection, and she never wants to admit it. Her cheekbones are high, her jaw strong, and her nose small. All of her facial features work together perfectly. Her most gorgeous facial feature would have to be her eyes. Ocean blue, not too deep set into her face, and framed by thick, black lashes, Harley’s eyes are to die for. She has small, but substantial lips, and her smile is rare, but cute all the same. She rarely gets pimples.
Physique: Her hair, even though it frames her face, is part of her physique, because it just takes up so much room. Long, almost white blond, and straight, Harley’s hair color and style ranges just as much as her outfits, but she loves it. When it comes to looking good in the morning, her hair is what takes the most time. Her hair, however, isn’t exactly a match with her body. While her hair is big and long, Harley’s on the short side, with short legs, short arms, and tiny fingers and toes. When people look at her, she just looks fragile, but that’s completely the opposite of what she is. She may be small, but she’s a big girl. Everything about her body is tiny, and it compliments her well. She’s not bony, she just doesn’t really have curves either.
Wand Type: 10 inches, Walnut, Ashwinder Ash.
Wand Expertise: Protection Charms.
Patronus: Black panther.
Boggart: Her real parents.
Personality:
Harley is Brontophobic, Hemophobic, and Siderophobic, which means she’s afraid of thunder and lightning, blood, and stars. Deathly afraid. It’s not a simple fear, where she just doesn’t like it. She’s actually been diagnosed with them as phobias. Any sight of blood or stars, and she’s passed out. If she hears thunder or sees lightning, she’s automatically crying. She can’t really explain why she’s so afraid of these things, because she’s never really tried to figure out why, but they’re there. They’re a part of her, and she hates them. If she could change one part about her, it would be that she’s afraid of such ridiculous things.
One of the biggest things about Harley is that she’s tough. It’s difficult for her to get close to people. As wonderful as her family is to her, and as much as she loves them, really opening up to anyone but her family is a challenge. The death of her parents felt like a loss to her. She doesn’t remember much about them, but she does remember that she trusted them, and they left her. That’s instilled in her, and she doesn’t know how to make it go away. She just can’t get close to people. She likes having friends, and she has a decent amount, but they’re not the kind of friends that would take a bullet for her. She needs those kinds of friends; she just can’t find any that she feels she can really trust. However, the few people that have broken through that shell know that Harley is a big softie. She cares for her friends, she sticks up for them, and it should be in a rule book somewhere that no one messes with Harley Quinn’s friends.
Harley is a painter. A good one, at that. She won’t admit it, though. The one thing in her life she knows for sure she can control. Harley’s not a control freak by any means, but knowing that there is something in her life she can do whatever she wants is a big deal. It’s a stress reliever, and she loves to just look at things she’s painted. Her favorites are portraits, because she likes capturing the true side of people, not just their outer shell. She doesn’t show many people her paintings, though, because it’s a very personal side of her, and it’s not something she just likes to throw around. It’s too important to her to just put it up somewhere and let everyone see who she really is. She just loves to make colors and explosions on canvas, and the perfect Christmas present to her would be a new set of brushes and paint.
Harley’s not afraid of anything. Well, besides her obvious phobias. Other than those, though, she’s not afraid of anything. Little things like spiders and mice don’t freak her out. She doesn’t back down if she’s ever in a fight. She’s pretty stubborn sometimes, but that’s just because she doesn’t have any insecurities to worry about. Insults roll right off her back, and she knows some decent shield charms. Harley just isn’t the kind of person to be nervous about anything. She doesn’t get worried, she doesn’t freak out, unless it has something to do with stars. Or thunder. Or lightning. Or blood. But really, there are a lot of things to be afraid of in the world, and Harley only has three true weaknesses. She doesn’t like it, but she deals with it.
Likes:
+ Diamonds. For some reason, Harley’s absolutely obsessed with them. She’s doesn’t even know why. But they’re always a part of her everyday outfit in some way.
+ Looking Nice. It’s important to Harley that she looks good whenever she leaves her dorm and begins her day. However, Harley’s definition of looking good and other girls’ definition may be different. Her sense of style ranges from day to day, and Harley rarely tends to follow the trend.
+ Reading. She just loves to read. To be immersed in a different world. To be somewhere where she isn’t afraid of everything. She can take on someone else’s persona and live through them. She loves it.
+ Painting. This one’s a biggie. Harley is truly an artist. She’s incredibly gifted with her skill, and sometimes, she feels it’s the only redeeming quality about her.
+ Taking Walks. Not at night, of course. But during the day, when it’s sunny out, Harley’s idea of a perfect day would be to just take a walk. See nature. Read while she took a stroll. She’s satisfied with the little things in life.
+ Her friends. They may be small in numbers, but the ones she does have she really appreciates. They accept her for who she is, and the Harley, that is a big deal.
+ Her family. They may be her foster family, but Harley considers the Wellers all she has, besides Harmony. She owes them her life, and she tells them how much she loves them every day.
+ Sleeping In. She just feels more refreshed when she sleeps in. It’s not that she doesn’t get enough sleep during the night or anything, but she likes waking up late. She tends to be late for class sometimes, but she tries not to completely skip class just to sleep. The temptation almost kills her, though. She just loves to sleep.
+ Boys. This one’s pretty self-explanatory. She just likes boys. The way they smell, the way they put their hands around her waist, the way they kiss, the way they taste. They’re just, something else to her.
+ Deep Conversation. Harley, tough and inverted as she may be, loves to really get intense with her closest friends. She likes to know everything about them, like she would be able to get every question right if she were quizzed about them.
Dislikes:
– Her past. Every time any little reminder comes across her that makes her think of her real parents, Harley shuts down and just wants to crawl in a hole. It’s her biggest weakness, her biggest regret.
– Getting close to people. She has her close group of friends, and she has her family. Getting close to anyone else is almost impossible. She has plenty of acquaintances, but to actually being close friends with anyone else than she already has is almost impossible.
– Lettuce. She just hates the stuff. Blegh.
– Her phobias. Obviously.
– The fact that she’s afraid of so many things. It really irritates her and makes her feel so helpless. She just hates the fact that she’s so pathetic with these things.
– Hooking up. The idea just grosses her out. Being drunk at a party and then leaving with some jerk who doesn’t even remember your name? No, thank you.
– Drinking. Alcohol just kind of freaks Harley out. She doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t want to be that out of control with her inhibitions.
– Smoking. The taste and smell and health issue it brings. Gross. She just hates it. Drugs of any kind, as well.
– Parties. She’d rather just curl up in her bed and read a book. Why get trashed and get in fights and get rubbed up against by three guys? It just doesn’t interest her.
– Cattiness. She hates it when girls pull that crap. She’s sixteen years old; she knows how to talk to someone without being immature. Why can’t anyone else do it?
History:
Moira Rutherford wasn’t supposed to be a witch. She was supposed to grow up in her little town of Salem, Massachusetts and raise a family with two kids and a Christian husband. That’s what her parents wanted, at least. But Moira had a different plan. She wanted to get out of the tiny town. She wanted to explore the rest of the world. She wanted to fall in love with someone other than Willy Masterson who owned the general store. So, the minute she turned eighteen, Moira was off, nothing left behind her but a note and the promise to have a good life. She traveled everywhere, getting odd jobs and making friends. She met a couple of guys here and there, but none of them were the one yet. Finally, after landing a steady job at a club in Tucson, Arizona, she felt at peace. She made endless amounts of friends, over 100 dollars in tips each night, and even managed to get a raise within the first month of working. One particular night, she was offered the chance to go up on stage and sing for them, a certain guy caught her eye. He tried to woo her, but Moira had dealt with these kinds of guys for months, and she wasn’t about to give in to this one, even if he was gorgeous. But when she got up on stage that night to sing, she looked to her left, and that same guy was her guitarist. His name was Dmitri Quinn, and after that night, Moira and Dmitri were inseperable, traveling the world together, and ending up in Rome, Italy. They stayed there.
The birth of Harley and her life until she was seven is unknown. Dmitri’s parents were dead before he was twenty, and Moira left her family when she was a teenager. They had no friends in Italy, and even Dmitri and Moira’s band mates were unable to be located. Harley doesn’t remember anything.
The only thing Cora and Onyx are certain of is that night.
It was Halloween. Cora thinks Harley was probably seven, Harmony six. They were walking through a shadier part of town to get to a friend of Harmony’s to go trick or treating. Harley was a bumblebee that year; Harmony, a flower. They had taken a short cut through an alley, and halfway down, were attacked by a group of thugs, five altogether. The whole night is a blur to Harley and Harmony, but the only thing that’s clear is one of the men grabbed Harmony and hit her, and that’s when Harley freaked. She started screaming, and the minute she did, a blast of energy came from her very core. When it was all over, Harley was on the ground. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking around. Everyone was lying on the ground, just like her. But when she rushed to her parents, and tried to shake them awake, there was no response. Harley wanted to scream again, but she knew what happened last time. Harley curled up under her father’s arm, and was found like that five minutes later by some Ministry workers. Harley and Harmony, who had somehow survived, were taken from the scene immediately, before local police could get involved. Harley and Harmony spent a couple of days being question about everything, but Harley wouldn’t speak a word. She just kept saying, “I killed them, I killed them,” sobbing silently, refusing to eat. Eventually, they had to find a new place for the little Quinn girls to live, but the only wizarding family that was in Rome at the time was the Weller family, and the Ministry wasn’t sure if they would even take them. But, hey, it was worth a try.
Coraline Chekovskaya was born right in the heart of Moscow, Russia, growing up a happy child. Her life was a simple one, ordinary, other than the fact that she was a witch. She met Onyx at Hogwarts. They were sorted into the same house, same year. The two fell in love and were married a year before they graduated. Cora was pregnant before she finished her education. Keegan was born right after graduation, a healthy baby boy. They moved back to Rome, where Onyx had lived his entire life, and their life together began. After about a year of Keegan growing up by himself, Cora and Onyx wanted more children. They tried and tried, but for some reason, it just wasn’t going to happen. They had tried everything, and finally, when Keegan was eight, they gave up. They were only to have one child, and Cora accepted it, until that night. It was late, and Onyx had just put Keegan to bed when there was a knock on the door. When Onyx made it to the front door, there was confusion in his wife’s eyes and two little blond girls on his porch, surrounded by Ministry workers. They asked to come in, and the Wellers agreed, summoning some coffee and hot cocoa for the girls. When the Ministry workers explained the story, Cora was in tears and Onyx in shock. Then, they asked a simple question. “Will you take them? They have no one else.”Cora already knew her answer, but she looked to her husband, knowing he had the final say. Sure enough, the second they made eye contact, he was nodding. She looked right at Harley then, smiling. “Of course.”
Harley and Harmony were brought to live with the Wellers just a day later, and life started out a little difficult. Harmony jumped right into the family, becoming the baby of the family again and loving it. Keegan absolutely loved his sisters, right from the start, and Cora couldn’t be more happy with her daughters. Harley took longer to adjust. She wasn’t mean or acting out, she was just quiet. She didn’t speak. This wasn’t anything new to Cora or Keegan, however, because Onyx barely spoke a word, either. One night, about three months after the girls had moved in, Harley couldn’t sleep, so she snuck downstairs to go sit by the fireplace she secretly loved, and got scared because she didn’t know how to turn it on. Just as she started crying, all alone in the dark, a hand came out, and Harley took it, being pulled up into Onyx’s arms. “Here, like this,” he said, pointing his wand at the fire. It lit instantly. They stayed up that whole night, not really speaking. Harley just lay in his arms, and fell asleep there. From that moment on, Harley opened up. Her childhood was absolutely fabulous. The family did everything together, and even though Harley and Harmony asked to keep their last name that was the only tie she had to her real parents, she was perfectly happy with Cora and Onyx, and called them Mom and Dad all the time. Harmony is a year younger than her sister; Keegan, a year older than Harley. Their family is inseperable, and Harley finally feels whole. Each child got their letter a year apart, and to this day, no one can break them up.
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{ C O N T R A C T }
I solemnly swear that I, Biz, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.
