Godamancer...supposedly. She works on the side as the 'pious collector of donations for the Temple of Cleodotus'. Species:
Human for all she knowsSex:
Female, at least she was the last time she checked...who knows when her deity suddenly feels she would be able to better perform her duties as a male?History:
Harley had always been a rambunctious child and ran wild in the streets. Just like any other urchin, she learned the complex secrets of survival. Sharp wits, a silver tongue, and stealthy tricks...er, accidents and good fortune, were all one needed at their disposal. Being a female and small for her age, Harley relied on these skills to get through the days. Her appreciation for money grew with every passing moment as she learned how valuable it was, especially with the poor conditions that her family lived in. The chance of a lifetime seemed to arrive just when life was looking its bleakest.
A pie eating contest! The winner receives a large bag containing a thousand gold pieces, and in the meantime they get to eat all the pie they could stuff in their greedy little mouths. Blueberry, apple, pecan, pear, peach, mincemeat, pork, beef, horse, turkey, roast beef, and anything in between. It blew the mind and imagination! The amount of possibilities were endless but no one cared as long as they got a portion to eat. Unfortunately, it turned out that the meat in the pineapple-spinach-sausage pie had gone bad and the mushrooms in the apple-pecan-mushroom-liver pie were poisonous. It was a sad, sad day and many of the scampering urchins found themselves orphans.
Luckily for Harley, she happened to seek shelter from the rain in the Temple of Cleodotus and one of the priests chanced upon her. Unfortunately for Harley, she hadn't realized that receiving hospitality from the Temple meant a lifetime of service to their god. Monastery life was boring to say the least. Waking up early, chanting and reciting for hours, listening to droning lectures for a couple more hours, eating a tasteless watery gruel, and sleeping late after cleaning the spotless but enormous temple housing a ginormous statue of their deity..was just not to her taste. See, everything was tolerable - the lack of sleep, the endless boredom, even the shitty food was tolerable. But cleaning that statue every week? Nuh uh. Harley was not about to climb up fifty some feet just to clean out the guy's cavernous nostrils.
It took only a short while, or three weeks to be exact, for Harley to become familiar with her new surroundings and use them to her advantage. Sneaking out at night to walk the streets, or slipping out of line to catch up on some much needed sleep, and of course hiding spots for when the annoying windbags who called themselves priests came along searching for her. Even then, life didn't hold much of a spark for her but she soon alleviated that black hole and filled it up with various entertaining prospects.
Taking a handful of other children such as herself off to the side - now mind you, these children had all been brought up right. They were all good little children who listened to their elders and did as they were told when they were told. Not a ragged little orphan such as Harley - and taught them the ways of life. Enlightening them about how the world worked, the importance of those shiny little pieces of rock, the excitement of visiting unannounced and leaving before wearing out one's welcome, the thrill of permanently borrowing, and the sensual sensations of..er, well that was something that sadly left most of her pupils rather confused and while she tried to teach them firsthand it resulted in disaster.
Somehow, miraculously, Harley managed to attain her priesthood and received her robes after several years of torture. While she may not know it - she was so excited to finally get the hell out - she had graduated as the youngest priest ever due to the temple no longer being able to tolerate her 'making life interesting' for everyone. Gleefully skipping out of the temple, waving farewell and never planning to come back, it was with utter horror and a strange fascination that she found herself compelled to complete certain tasks! Now imagine how Harley felt when she found out that it was actually Cleodotus' whims making her go off on such ridiculous and rather pointless, endless and completely impossible quests? Furious, that's right. Damned deity was trying to put her in her place! But Harley wasn't going to have any of that, not if she could have a say in it anyway. Which of course, she didn't.
Now, Harley wanders the lands, trying hopelessly to complete at least one of the tasks that her deity had set before her and so far unable to fulfill even one. Unable to freely pursue her money grubbing ways, she's forced to stray away from her wayward path and follow the righteous one of Cleodotus. Not one to flop over belly up like a dead fish out of water, Harley has found ways around her restraints and loopholes to exploit. Doing the very minimum required of her, people who have come pleading for her help have found themselves turned away with a sniff of the nose unless they came prepared with a hefty bag of coins.
While appearing like a perfect lady as a female priest should, she keeps this facade up as well as she can until irked in any way. It is then that others are introduced to the real face underneath. Nasty, short-tempered, greedy, a spit-fire girl who knows her way around a bottle just as well as she could unman a person with her words. Exactly what you would expect from a person born and raised in the lowest and poorest section of the city. She'll come knocking on the door offering blessings, the sweetest smile on her face, only to leave the poor people penniless wearing only their boxers as she steps back out with her payment and the very same smile intact.Item of Importance:
A rather large coin sporting the head of Cleodotus on one side and his temple on the other, a deep slash runs through the face of the coin showing pure gold all the way through. This is the only coin that Harley never spends and instead she tends to take it out when her personality has 'flipped' and flips the coin idly as she goes about her 'business'. No one knows if she keeps it due to its worth or if it is actually her way of showing her spite and utter dislike bordering on hate for her deity. ALIVE:
3RED PHIL: 1