the walking dead
bisexual
nicknames // harles, honey bunny, honey nut, daddy's pocket knife, nutso, baby, darlin'
age // early to mid 40's (season 10-11), (32 in season 1)
- birthdate: august 13th
- birthplace: atlanta, georgia
gender // female
- pronouns: she/her
- romantic orientation: biromantic
- role: switch (dominant and submissive)
affiliation // alexandria
- past affiliations: atlanta group, the saviors
partner // negan
- past interests: owen
friends // jesus, jerry, judith
- best friend(s): daryl dixon, carol peletier
physical appearance // low pigtails, gray-blue eyes
- height: 5'6"
- weight: 126 lbs
- face-claim: margot robbie
personality //
- positive traits: creative, passionate, generous, warm-hearted, cheerful, humorous
- neutral traits: curious, adventurous, soft, emotional, hallucinates when in severe shock
- negative traits: arrogant, stubborn, sometimes self-centered or selfish, lazy, inflexible, greedy
likes/turn-ons // being admired, bright colors (such as flowers, or in general the color yellow), sunflowers, attention, power, challenges, getting what she wants, jokes, stories, physical touch (hugs are her favorite), 80's-90's music
dislikes/turn-offs // facing difficult reality, being ignored, getting yelled at, arguments, not getting what she wants, uncomfortable silences
disorders // ptsd, insomnia, histrionic personality disorder, hallucinations
habits // hair chewing
catch phrases // "jee-whizz", "jee-blimin'-whizz", "owie-kapowie"
accent // literally loved watching the three stooges so much she picked up moe's brooklyn accent because she could, and has never been able to break it since
weapons // herself, anything around her, tomahawk, morning star (spiked mace), sawed off shotgun, bowie knife, shotgun, assault rifle
mbti type // infj
zodiac // capricorn (capricorn sun, pisces moon, libra rising, and aries mars)
aesthetic // pinterest board
backstory // at age four she witnessed her father brutally murder her mother, but harley didn't cry when it happened. all she could think was, would the yellow paint on the wall turn orange from her mother's blood? she fled the house, escaping her father, and was not found for almost a week. she survived on edible plants such as dandelions and never let go of her stuffed animal tigger (from winnie the pooh).
police found her. no family came to claim her, so she was placed into psychiatric care at laurel heights hospital in druid hills, georgia. she did not adjust well after her mother's death, and she still didn't cry about it. the images of her mother's murder recurred in the form of nightmares, flashbacks, new fears, and actions or play that reenacted the event. she couldn't recall positive memories of her mother and father.
she developed ptsd, which includes intrusive memories, self-destructive behavior, poor self-esteem, insomnia, withdrawal (she never knows what is going to set her off, so she withdraws to wherever she feels safest), anxiety (just about anything can cause a ptsd sufferer to feel anxious), lack of appetite, hallucinations, and flashbacks. she had difficulty expressing in words whether she felt afraid, overwhelmed, or helpless. she had difficulty regulating her behaviors and emotions. she became clingy and fearful of new situations, easily frightened, difficult to console, and/or aggressive and impulsive.
at laurel heights, harley endured profound neglect and abuse from her caregivers. it further disrupted her development and the formation of a sense of self. since these events occurred with caregivers, they interfered with her ability to form a secure attachment. many aspects of healthy physical and mental development rely on this primary source of safety and stability. because of this complex trauma, harley shrunk in on herself mentally - she retreated to a personality of her childhood self, or rather reverse-aged to a self that was more happy and safe, thus explaining her childlike, bubbly behavior in her adult years.
as a teenager, harley was sexually abused by one male caregiver for a period of time. she was an easy target because she had so much innocence. he convinced her that it was "treatment" and that it would help her "release stress and all the bad feelings." he also threatened to withhold her medications if she did not succumb to his demands. she believed him, and he told her not to tell anyone otherwise he wouldn't "treat" her anymore. she developed an increase in nightmares and sleeping difficulties, and an increase in withdrawn behavior. she survived this unthinkable abuse by lashing out, often starting fights with the other patients.
she had her good days, and had a real affinity for flowers. one of the things she most liked to do was take a cab to town when all the staff was distracted making lunch, buy a bunch of flowers, take the cab back and waltz back into her suite carrying an insane (literally) amount of sunflowers, daisies, and more that were yellow colored. staff would be frantically looking for her, and suddenly an angry cabby would show up ranting about payment.
there was only one caregiver who gave a damn about harley's well being; dr. williams, the head of the hospital and her trauma therapist. after he had her confirm his suspicions, he immediately had the caregiver abusing her arrested and charged. he then paid out of pocket for Harley to take defense classes. he treated her with the softness, respect, and patience she deserved. because of him, she was able to heal in some areas and learn self-care. while she trusted and appreciated him as a caregiver, she still didn't like talking about her trauma, even at 28 years old before the apocalypse came. she tolerated the sessions.
williams, on the other hand, was working on something else with her other than her trauma. he had been studying her for 24 years; observing her mannerisms, what enticed her, what she enjoyed but hid from others. she was enamored of ruin--death and violence. why? williams wasn't concerned. his thought was, might this grimmer side produce unexpected virtues? is this her true self that she is suppressing?
children can benefit from exposure to fictional violence because it makes them feel powerful in a "scary, uncontrollable world." harley's fascination with mayhem from childhood to adulthood has less to do with the fighting and more to do with how the action makes her feel. she likes to feel strong. those committing violence are strong. by pretending to be these violent figures (even if it's just her favorite looney tunes characters), she could take on their strength and with it negotiate daily dangers.
it is similar when she is in her adult years. her mental health depends on her shadow, that part of her psyche that harbors her darkest energies, such as melancholia and murderousness. the more she represses the morbid, the more it foments neuroses or psychoses. to achieve wholeness, she has to acknowledge her most demonic inclinations. yes, she takes pleasure in her enemy's tumble from grace. yes, she takes pleasure in killing the dead and alive. once she welcomes these unseemly resolves as integral portions of her being, the devils turn angels for her.
harley's addiction to killing and watching others be beaten or die makes her feel like there is finally something she can depend on to be OKAY. there is nourishment in darkness for her.
there is light in her more macabre moods. the morbidity of sorrow is often a productive sluggishness, a time when the soul slows down, too weary to go on, and takes stock of where it's been and where it's going. during these gloomy pauses, we often discover parts of ourselves we never knew we possessed, talents that, properly activated, enrich our lives.
williams believes that, "everyone must become who they're meant to be. a banker, a librarian, a biologist, a victim...a killer. If we don't, it disrupts the balance of nature. i know i've been trying to help you get over your mother's death, but i know you can't. you haven't been able to. i have you talk about it over and over, and each time i can see what you're trying to suppress. you might have little idea of what it is, but it's more of a feeling than a thought. why do you think i keep those gory paintings up in my office? i want you to look. i know you want to. i need you to look because who you are intended to be is crying out in your impulses."
williams knows that the world before did not suit her, and when the apocalypse came, he knew she would survive because the new, horrific world was meant for her. she could unearth who she had developed to be without consequence. all he wanted to do was prepare her for it. he knew that he could not help her because she did not have the means to rightly express herself.