Post by Harley Quentin Dawson on Sept 10, 2012 21:53:01 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Harley Quentin Dawson
★ NICKNAME: just Har is fine
★ MEMBER GROUP: gijinka
★ POKEMON: scrafty
★ STATUS illegal
★ AGE: twenty six
★ HEIGHT: 6'0"
★ WEIGHT: 168 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: original art by myself
★ APPEARANCE:
Harley is a Scrafty gijinka, as anyone could plainly see by his style of clothing. He wears a black patch over his eye, something that he says is a remnant of a fight from long ago -- he tends to be quite cryptic about it, though, so don't expect much else on how it came to be. He wears his hair in a mohawk, with half of it shaved to a buzz-cut on the right side of his head. He has the same classic pants as any Scrafty, making it difficult for them to even stay in place on his hips. Therefore, he always has to have a hand on his waistband lest he wants the world to see his boxers.
He keeps in shape, as anyone could tell by his bare arms that have the tell-tale curves of healthy muscles. His lower body strength isn't as good as a human bodybuilder could be, seeing as he tends to use his arms for as many things as possible... but regardless, his strength still resonates through his build.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- brave
- cunning
- humorous
- friendly
- outgoing
★ NEGATIVE:
- obnoxious
- loud
- acts cocky
- but is actually insecure
- flirtatious
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- talks in very familiar language, calling everyone "mate"
- is unable to wear tight clothing
- constantly pulls his pants up
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Extremely playful, Harley seems to never have an off switch when it comes to joking around. He loves to pull pranks on people, especially the old fashioned ones like tacks on a friend's chair, or a bucket of water tipping over a door frame. Even when a situation turns serious, Har always seems to try and bring it back to the light side of things. He hates tense situations, especially when he's a part of them, so he always tries to divert attention towards something more enjoyable. Half the time, his jokes are so cheesy that he's the only one who finds them hilarious, but some tend to laugh along merely from the situation and the fact that his nerdiness was getting in the way. He adores things mechanical, especially things like bikes and cars.
He's also a gigantic flirt. He preys on men and women, but he'd rather actually go through with his plans with another guy, but hell, he's open to anything, really. He's quite mischievous, especially when it comes to romance. He's never been locked down in a relationship for longer than a month, and he keeps roaming to new conquests. However, that doesn't mean he isn't sensitive or willing to be in a relationship. He just hasn't found the right one yet. He's secretly a romantic, but he rarely lets that show; his cockiness and bold nature makes it hard for anyone to believe it. Most people rarely even try, though, and so his title of being flirt-of-the-year is always intact. He's fairly superstitious when it comes to love, believing in things like the stars and planet alignment.
He's extremely insecure, which is a surprise to most because of his cocky attitude, but of course, that's a ruse to make people believe that he's as awesome as he pretends to be. He always needs constant reassurance of his worth, and he looks to others in order to get it.
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H I S T O R Y
- Harley was born on a cold January morning, but his sunny disposition even at the very earliest stages of his life seemed to brighten up the hospital room a bit. At a young age, Harley found himself completely obsessed with jokes, pranks, and other sorts of things. Most of the jokes he knew weren't funny, of course, as he was only about four years old, but his father seemed to harbor a fascination with teaching Harley as many tricks and tools of the trade as possible. His father was also, consequentially, a mechanic. Harley found himself just as obsessive over motorcycles as his father, and even as a toddler, he'd find himself staring on longingly watching his father build and fix, wanting to join in.
- Once he turned five years old, Harley lost his mother to the virus. He learned about the brutality of genetics quite quickly, and constantly lived in fear of it -- luckily, he never got it. There was never an issue when it came to his health, but the cure for the disease he never contracted already began to call to him like a young woman to a lustful boy. The many fanciful illusions that called to him as a child of having Pokemon DNA inside of him soon grew to be too much to bear.
- At age twenty, he finally mustered the courage to get "the treatment" under Epispect's nose -- of course, he went to the underground facilities, as there was no way he could easily shell out all of the money needed for a, truthfully, completely unnecessary procedure. However, it wasn't until a year later that he could actually get the DNA infused with his own. Complications arose, ones that Harley wanted to look into and be sure that they were a rare occurrence before attempting the procedure.
- Finally, he was the Scrafty he had always conjured in his mind, and foolishly he went to test his skills. An underground arena was the scene of his eye's scar, something he rarely talks about. He was stomped flat and tossed aside by a Weavile gijinka, one that was merciless and was ready to completely destroy him before the referees stepped in. From that moment forward, he regretted his selfish decision, the illegal means he had gotten the procedure done, and the violence he thought he had craved for so long. Instead, he realized, he needed to use his powers for good, not evil, as the saying goes.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: moo
★ AGE: twenty
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: n/a
★ RP SAMPLE:
Ry couldn't help but laugh as Celeste blew her a kiss. How cute! He grinned and looked back over to Beatrix with the same smile on his face before she began to speak. He went cross-eyed at the wagging finger before his grin faded. Beatrix... seemed angry. What was going on? Her tone was taking on far more scolding than he had ever heard it. He shrank down like an injured dog with his tail between his legs, still unsure of what was going on. "Y-ye-ye-yes, y-y-you-you're r-ri-right..." he stammered with a squeak before his eyes widened. Oh, Arceus, now she was crying! What was he doing wrong? Ryan let out a helpless whimper before she wrapped herself around him in a hug.
Okay... was this like, a woman thing? Ryan was so confused, reeling from the three consecutive emotion switches. He hesitantly hugged her back, not sure if it would make her explode at him again. "B-Beatrix... w-what's wrong? Y-you s-seem a-a-angry... or... or s-sa-sad or ..." He really had no idea. And this was where Ryan was an idiot; he took all feelings at face value, not adding them up to create the full picture. He was oblivious.
Goodness! Two shock waves in a row hurdled toward Grappe, and before she could even react, she too was down for the count. Unavoidable hits like that were certainly enough to take out the poor blubber ball. However, as she fainted, Ryan was too busy being hugged to really get her back to her ball quickly. He wrapped his arms around both of them, a confused and worried frown on his face. Meanwhile, Aile, who had been waiting for a chance to get in on the action, quickly appeared from his ball and hopped on top of poor Grappe's back. The weak Sealeo let out a grunt and glared over her shoulder at him.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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