Harvey McPhearson/Harvey Quinn

Subject Facts

Full Name: Harvey McPhearson
Codename: Harvey Quinn
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Archetype: Rogue
Aliases: N/A
Marital Status: Single
Affiliation: Harley Quinn

Subject Attributes

Meta-Human Abilities: Harvey does not have any superhuman abilities.

Standard Abilities: Hand-to-hand (Basic): Harvey has a basic knowledge of hand-to-hand combat. His experience, as well as his unpredictability, surprising strength and willingness to fight unorthodox and dirty enabled him to take on multiple opponents simultaneously with relative ease, coming out unscathed.

Athleticism: He is extremely physically fit and has agility, balance, dexterity, coordination, flexibility, speed and strength beyond most humans, though still not superhuman.

Friends In Low Places: Harvey's time in the criminal community have connected him with a lot of street-level players. If he needs to call in favors or try to get information, he can pull up some of his "associates."

Paraphernalia: Uniform: Harvey's jester uniform consists of short-shorts, a tank-top (sometimes a crop-top, sometimes not), knee-high socks and tennis shoes all notoriously tight and patterned with Harley Quinn's iconic red and black diamond prints.

Bag-o-tricks: Through his boss and benefactor, Harvey has access to a lot of lethal gag gadgets (laughing gas grenades, razor-edged playing cards, etc.) His most-oft used martial instruments are a pair of brass knuckles with the words "Haha" on each, and a baseball bat with "Lights Out, B****" written on its length.

Subject Weaknesses: Mortality: Harvey is a mortal man with all of the frailties that the entails. He is subject to disease, illness, injury and death like anyone else.

Weight-class: Though his brawling skills and unorthodox fighting style is enough to make his boss pink with pride, Harvey isn't a trained fighter. He can very very easily be out-classed, out-matched or over his head.

Heartstrings: Though a criminal who doesn't flinch at bloodshed, Harvey has many people in his life that could be targeted to get at him: night clubs, friends and especially his parents, who he has a loving and wonderful relationship with, despite... everything.

Hitchin' His Wagon: Though Harvey is happy with his new role as sidekick of the infamous Harley Quinn, allying with her has elevated him on all known criminal and heroic radars. Loads of people he'd prefer didn't know he existed now have the potential to gun for him (literally).

Exhibitionist: Harvey is known for liking to wear as little as possible, being proud and confident in his physique and looks. His booty shorts and crop tops don't provide a lot of cover in his work as Harley's sidekick, though.

Subject History

Harvey McPhearson was born the only child to a middle-class family in Michigan. He lead a rough young life, being the recipient of relentless bullying through grade and high school. As soon as he had graduated, Harvey set out on his own, moving to Manhattan. There he fell into circles that accepted who he was, rather than ridicule it, and fully embraced who he was, promising to never be anything but himself again.

Living on his own wasn't all positive. Falling into the wrong crowds, and having an indifferent opinion of the law landed Harvey in consistent trouble, even landing him in prison for several small sentences. After his latest release, Harvey fell on hard times. Answering, of all things, a newspaper advertisement that landed him, through a whirlwind of events and bizarre vetting process, as the new sidekick to the infamous Gotham rogue, Harley Quinn.

Harvey is still adjusting to his new career, bouncing between loving it and wondering if he's going to be the literal punchline to the jester's joke.

Subject Interview

The oil rig rattled, hummed and groaned around him. Why the Joker thought making what amounted to a metal shack on stilts his newest hideout was beyond Harvey. Having an opinion on the matter wasn't really worthwhile, though - or at his pay grade. He was content to keep his focus on the tasks Harley meted out to him, especially since those tended to keep him far, far away from that mad clown that her new boss had hitched her wagon to (again).

Harvey didn't think, not really, that his mind had snapped. But to work, happily, for the infamous Harley Quinn and willingly be around the Joker? Well, maybe he had.

Thwip-tsing! Another playing card left Harvey's hand, whizzing through the air to embed its razor edge in a dart board nailed haphazardly to the wall. The corridor of the rig around him was splashed with red and black paint, multi-colored Christmas lights and several rotating disco balls. Harvey himself leaned back in an aged bean-bag chair, his feet propped on an over-sized stuffed animal while he lazily passed the time tossing cards.

Behind his little workstation, a single metal door, draped in tinsel and a curtain of strung troll doll heads lead into his new boss's personal quarters. Harvey looked up at the sound of another metal portal further down the hall groaning. Through the psychedelic lighting in the hallway a lumbering figure marched, at least a foot taller than Harvey and three times as wide. Harvey Quinn quirked a brow at the brute's approach, waiting for him to slow or say something.

When it was clear that the man was planning on ignoring him entirely, Harvey rolled his eyes. Thwip! One of the cards left his hand, ricocheting off of the floor an inch in front of the trespasser's foot. He slowed. "Sorry, Charlie. Madame Quinn needs her beauty sleep," Harvey said dismissively. The brute glared down at Harvey, looking over his little space. "Boss wants her. Now." Harvey Quinn frowned. "Boss as in the big boss, or as in-"

"My boss," the man interrupted. Meaning one of the "generals" the Joker had enlisted right now. Harvey grinned. "Aah. Well, then, respectfully: tell your boss to screw himself. Madame Quinn will be out when she pleases." The man's neck rippled with bulging veins, and Harvey was glad to see how easily he was getting to the idiot's temper. "Just play with your ****ing horse toy and stay outta my way."

Harvey was confused by the comment. Enough that he didn't react when the agent of one of the Joker's generals started lumbering forward again. Then, his eyes fell on the stuffed animal his feet were propped up on: a white horse with matching pink horn and wings. Harvey's eyes flashed. His hand reached out and snatched a baseball bat from where it lay next to him. The brute was at Harley's door, fist raised to pound on it, when - CRACK!

"It's called an alicorn, you troglodyte." The man stumbled forward from the impact to the back of his head, collapsing momentarily against the door he'd been about to knock on. Harvey aimed another whack of his bat at the brute's side then, taking a step back, sprinted at him, driving his knee into the idiot's lower back, pushing him hard enough to break through the door into Harley's quarters.

Harvey Quinn bit his bottom lip and winced at the thundering sound of the rusted metal door hitting the ground, followed by the trespasser and then him. Slowly pushing himself into a kneeling position, knees driving mercilessly into the man underneath him, Harvey rubbed the back of his neck with his unarmed hand. "Sorry, Harley. I was teaching a lesson in class and may have gotten a little carried away."

Author's Notes

Player Alias: Di

Other Characters: Diana Prince

How did you find ARFD?: Creator/founder