Duela Dent
Character Name: Duela Dent 
Alter-ego: My, my, someone's getting personal here aren't they? Hmm, I guess if I had to answer, I'd say...Scarecrone, Catgirl, Harlequin, Card Queen, Riddler's Daughter, Penguin's Daughter. ( Only on the weekends for that one.) Joker's Daughter.
Age: Geez...what is this a job application?! Legal beaver...'nuff said.
Position: Hmmm, tough one! All of the above please!
Appearance: Perfectly pallid person. Crazy crimson curls. Peril-laden purple peepers. Amazing alternative attire. Long, lanky, legs. If the alliteration doesn't make sense lemme break it down for ya... I. Look. Like. This.
Regardless of the situation. It's all the same. I am who and what I am. Don't like it. Tough cookies.
Personality: Well...there is a lot I can say about myself, but really. Wasted words. I could make myself sound like the bloody pope and it wouldn't make it true. The best way to judge a personality is to know the person. Personally. Yanno. On that level of one on one. Not just from word of mouth.
Skills: Bendy, flexy, twisty...Oh my! Kung-fu kicks, backflips, and a giant boxing glove popping out of a jack-in-the box for your face!
Abilities: Umm...I'm not superman. I don't have anything abnormal as far as THAT goes.
Equipment: Daddy would be so proud of my plethera of toys. Giggle gas, fake guns. The typical clown arsenal. Oh I love my toys. Most of them designed by Pops. Seriously can't get enough of them.
Strengths: I'm a damn good liar. That's totally a skill. I'm agile, fast, and bendy! I already said that once, but that is where my strengths come from, yanno?
Weaknesses: I have to say that lying can be a weakness. At some point people have a tendency to over-look the things you say, even when they are accompanied by a kernel of truth. I have a total soft spot for the Bat's big boytoy Nightwing. Oh yes.
Allies: Well, I don't exactly play nice with all the boils and ghouls out there. So, I tend not to have too many allies. There are a few that I could fight along side with. Nightwing. Hello, darlin'...I'm here if you ever wanna, yanno, spar.
Enemies: Same thing goes. I don't have friends, I don't have enemies. I'm a strange, strange girl.
History: HAHAH. Right, oh that's a good one. Seriously. You must be kidding. I'm as enigmatic as they come. I say who my Daddy is, and you either believe or you don't. To know ANY piece of my history would truly destroy my motif, or...make your head explode. It might be fun to make your head explode, but I would rather stay all indecipherable and leave you in wanting...
