H A R L E Y - C O O P E R
N I C K N A M E S
H A R L
C O O P
A G E
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G E N D E R
F E M A L E
S E X U A L I T Y
H E T E R O S E X U A L
R O L E
T A N K
C L O S E - M E L E E - C O M B A T
S O N G S
B L A C K - B E T T Y || R A M - J A M
B A T T L E - C R Y || I M A G I N E - D R A G O N
5 ' 6 "
W E I G H T
1 3 0 l b s
S K I N
P A L E - I V O R Y
E Y E S
G R E E N
H A I R
S H O R T - B R U N E T T E
M A R K I N G S
T A T T O O S
- ▲ Tallies on her right wrist
▲ Roman numerals on the back of her right shoulder
▲ Black Ops unit symbol on left bicep
S C A R S
- ▲ Several cuts all over her torso
▲ Cut down right side of her bottom lip
N O R M A L - A T T I R E
▲ Black T-shirt
▲ Shoulder gun holster
▲ Corset with varying weapon and ammo holsters
▲ Knee high combat boots
▲ Gauntlets
▲ Leather fingerless driving gloves
▲ Knee length trench coat
Harley has a problem being open with people. It's nothing personal to them and she doesn't hate people or anything, just with her past profession she was disciplined into not being close with anyone, even though she wants nothing more than to have friendship. She just doesn't know how to act around people anymore. She doesn't talk much and tends to do what needs to be done. Even though she doesn't seem like she likes people, she would sacrifice herself for anyone in a heart beat. She feels that everyone has more purpose than she does. She would run right into a hoard of zombies to distract them while others got away. That's why she's the tank. Death and Zombies don't scare her, what scares her is being alone and watching everyone else die around her. Harley also has extreme PTSD so certain situations trigger it in her, and she mentally shuts down going into a state of shock. Harley uses sarcasm and humor to hide her problems, but sometimes does it in a rude and unthoughtful way to keep people at a good distance from her. She thinks that she is a magnet for death, and believes that if she gets too close to people bad things will come to them so she comes off reserved and cold.
▲ Weapons
▲ Fighting
▲ Sarcasm
▲ Whiskey
D I S L I K E S
▲ Outgoing/loud people
▲ Being alone
▲ Zombies
▲ Government
F E A R S
▲ Seeing loved ones die
▲ Causing someone's death
▲ Getting too close to people
▲ Being depended on
T A L E N T S
▲ Shooting
▲ Knife throwing
▲ Close quarters/melee combat
▲ Intimidation
W E A K N E S S E S
▲ People skills
▲ Selfless
▲ Hothead
▲ Impulsive
▲ PTSD
With no other choice, Harley decided to enroll in the Marines hoping to teach herself some discipline. What she wasn't expecting was to find her niche there, quickly ranking up and becoming one of the highest ranked women in her Platoon. She was gifted in the ways of combat unlike over half of the men she fought beside. One of her favorite things was sparring with her fellow Marines that were practically double the size of herself. It was always a fun way for her to earn some quick cash from bets while making the men look like wimps in front of all the other guys. One night, caught wrestling with some of her comrades her general showed up stating her to join him for a private consultation. But what he really wanted to talk to her about took her by surprise. She was chosen to be part of a secret Black Ops unit contracted to travel abroad and seize terrorists or potential threats.
She was part of that unit for over 3 years, fighting along side of her 4 other companions. They were very successful but unfortunately their triumphs were known by none and could not be celebrated due to their secretive nature. But someone on the wrong side had found out about them. And one night Harley underestimated the enemy, and the miscalculation caused the death of her closest friend before her eyes. Seeing that traumatized her so severely, she began to suffer from PTSD and had to retire from the unit and move back to town.
Since then she has felt very lost and out of place not being out in the field. The only thing that truly made her feel happy was combat, but more importantly, fighting along side her friends. But after the incident, getting close to anyone terrified her. She didn't want people entrusting her because she feared that she would cause more death if people trusted her. So Harley kept to herself, moving into the shitty apartment above the Grocery and working in the Hardware store. She continued to live a mundane life, being friendly to her neighbors but ultimately going home to her empty apartment and her dog, wasting away. That was until they came.... Now, she has purpose. Now she has something to fight for.
▲ 2 Smith & Wesson Model 460V
▲ Dual 12 Gauge Sawed-Off Double Barreled Shotguns
▲ 2 Machetes
▲ Throwing stars
▲ Climbing ice picks
O B J E C T S / S U P P L I E S
▲ First aid kit
▲ Flash light/Batteries
▲ Canned food
▲ Blankets
▲ Tent
▲ Crowbar
▲ Matches
▲ Flares
▲ Gasoline