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Posting each of the Quinzelverse Harleys again, because it's sorta blurry when you zoom in on the main image. Gonna also upload individual Backstories later. Credit to DC and Marvel.
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Name: Harleen Quinzel

Alias: Hysteria

Appearance: Pale white skin, dark brown hair (previously blonde) blue eyes, and sharp pointed teeth even in her normal form.
supersuit: An organic alien symbiote that covers her body. It's a messy red and black combo, with large sharp teeth, pointy eye patches, and two tendrils on the back of her head where her pigtails would be. There are four diamond shaped holes in her suit, revealing some of the white skin of her chest.

Powers: Heightened senses, super strength and reflexes, light regenration, light cameoflauge, and generation of tentacles, claws, blades and extra mouths.

Bio: I rememba when Martha was just a little baby. Pam had made me her godmother... and convinced me to finally leave the clown. Fast Forward a few years, the clown wasn't too happy about me being a strong independant female, so he sent a monster to come kill me. Martha and her daddy saved my ass, putting me on a new witness protection program over in Star City, but now the monster, the part alien guy carnage, was going after Martha herself.
I wouldn't let that stand, but when I finally got back to Gotham The alien goo had bonded itself to Martha. I was worried it'd make her go loopy like me, but she managed to use the thing to kill the joker all by herself! not even the bat had ever done that!
the only problem was, Martha was going crazy, and thought she needed the parasite. Like she was addicted. Batman managed to pry the thing off her and give it to some other superhero to study, and she seemed okay. Martha realized she was better without the slime, but it soon found its way back to Gotham, trying to get back with her like a bad ex.
There was no way I was letting that thing find my god daughter. I promised Pammy I'd protect her. So I had no choice but to bite da bullet and let it take me instead. I can sorta control it. I'm used to having angry voices in my head...

Description
Posting each of the Quinzelverse Harleys again, because it's sorta blurry when you zoom in on the main image. Gonna also upload individual Backstories later. Credit to DC and Marvel.
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Name: Harleen Quinzel

Alias: Hysteria

Appearance: Pale white skin, dark brown hair (previously blonde) blue eyes, and sharp pointed teeth even in her normal form.
supersuit: An organic alien symbiote that covers her body. It's a messy red and black combo, with large sharp teeth, pointy eye patches, and two tendrils on the back of her head where her pigtails would be. There are four diamond shaped holes in her suit, revealing some of the white skin of her chest.

Powers: Heightened senses, super strength and reflexes, light regenration, light cameoflauge, and generation of tentacles, claws, blades and extra mouths.

Bio: I rememba when Martha was just a little baby. Pam had made me her godmother... and convinced me to finally leave the clown. Fast Forward a few years, the clown wasn't too happy about me being a strong independant female, so he sent a monster to come kill me. Martha and her daddy saved my ass, putting me on a new witness protection program over in Star City, but now the monster, the part alien guy carnage, was going after Martha herself.
I wouldn't let that stand, but when I finally got back to Gotham The alien goo had bonded itself to Martha. I was worried it'd make her go loopy like me, but she managed to use the thing to kill the joker all by herself! not even the bat had ever done that!
the only problem was, Martha was going crazy, and thought she needed the parasite. Like she was addicted. Batman managed to pry the thing off her and give it to some other superhero to study, and she seemed okay. Martha realized she was better without the slime, but it soon found its way back to Gotham, trying to get back with her like a bad ex.
There was no way I was letting that thing find my god daughter. I promised Pammy I'd protect her. So I had no choice but to bite da bullet and let it take me instead. I can sorta control it. I'm used to having angry voices in my head...