Post by thejokerincarnate on Oct 13, 2013 18:14:29 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: CJ
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Model / Actor's name: Heath Ledger
Name: Unknown (Though Jack Napier is speculated.)
Alter Ego: The Joker
Age: Mid Thirties
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Height: Somewhere around 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs soaking wet
Hair: Short to Mid-length Emerald Green
Eyes: Deep Brown
Physique: Lanky and nearly anorexically lithe
Training: Nothing formal. Still manages to go toe to toe with Batman, though typically takes the brunt of the beatings
Equipment: An arsenal of personally altered gag toys that include:
A Suit Flower that sprays Joker Venom, Acid, Noxious Gases or nothing at all
A gun that fires a "Bang" flag as well as lethal ammunition
A Joy Buzzer rigged to induce lethal doses of electricity
A set of razor edged Throwing Cards
Any other number of deceptive and explosive devices his insane genius can concoct
Description
Appearance: A blinding eye sore of a purple dress suit. Ghost white face. Heavily darkened eyes. Emerald Green hair. Bright Crimson Smile
Personality: Clinically defined as Criminally Insane. Considered to be an antisocial introvert
Significant relationships
Bruce Wayne - Batman - Competitive Rival in sanity and Arch Nemesis
Harleen Quinzel - Harley Quinn - Moll and personal punching bag
Jim Gordon - Personal outlet and palette for outward self expression
Vehicles
[No vehicles of significance. He takes what he can get]
Audition post
[I figured I would go ahead and write out a bit of an arc here as my audition and the other required main villain bit. Should this need to
change or not fit the criteria , please let me know.]
It was three in the morning. The air was piercing cold but it mattered little to him. The Joker hadn't slept since his last visit to the Asylum.
He couldn't he had to be certain that this plan would unfold into perfect fruition. This wouldn't be the first time that the villain had planned
for the demise of his nemesis. It was quiet as he sat upon the roof top of Gotham City Police Department, staring over the city with discontent.
His hair was disheveled and covered in blood, also staining his face in crimson. He was slightly out of breath.
"I could say I'm getting to old for this, but this never gets old!" He cackled as he held the body of the now bleeding out window washer who
had just had the worst, and last, day of his life.
This city needed more pizzazz, he felt. More life. More panic. He couldn't help but feel that his time in Arkham Asylum was making him soft, and
right then he resolved that he would break out sooner next time. It was like child's play, getting out of the Asylum. The Joker's legs dangled over
the edge of the four story building, kicking about wildly while he rained playing card after playing card down onto the street.
This was to be his greatest plan yet. He would surely unmask the superhero and destroy GCPD in one fell swoop. After the final card had left
his hands, The Joker moved from his spot to go and admire his handy work. All of his handy work. He strolled over to the flood light that had
been sitting here at the top of GCPD for as long as he could remember, reminiscing about all of the good times that he and Bats had shared.
How this light alone was enough for people to sleep cozy in their beds at night. He gave an audible cackle that no one was around to hear.
Typically, The Joker had a henchman or two about him to do all his heavy lifting. but this a monumental moment. He had to do this himself.
The joker skipped over to the supplies he had smuggled up to the top of the roof with the help of the window washing lift he'd acquired just
moments earlier. He wide grin on his visage as he stared down at the dead man now laying inside the lift, poisoned by Joker Venom. "At least he
went out with a smile." He thought, another audible cackle emitting from his lungs. Leaning down toward the street into the lift, the villain
grabbed a pair of high grade bolt cutters, bringing them over to the flood light. This was going to be simply marvelous, he felt. With every ounce
of his strength, The Joker severed the steel that held the bat signal on the flood light in place. One by one, clipping each brace until the bat fell
free to the roof top. He made an attempt to lift it, finding that it wasn't nearly as heavy as he'd expected it to be. He had a souvenir for Harley
regardless of how this turned out. The Joker stowed back over to the lift, taking buckets of paint and escorting them back. After returning to
the flood light, he began to dismantle it carefully. Destroying it would have been too simple. This was an act of creation and expression within art,
like all of his actions, he felt. After removing the glass pane that stood between himself and the light bulb, he disconnected the power.
The Joker took pride in his day to day work. There was no where else he would rather be, nothing else he would rather do. He couldn't
imagine life without Batman. And this was sure to draw him out. The Clown began to paint the bulb a deep purple. Enough to make sure that
the paint wouldn't simply burn off, but the light could shine brilliantly through. He then rigged the underside of the flood light with a time bomb,
meticulous enough to hide it well enough to be out of sight for the time being. The clock set to detonate in twenty one hours. It had been the
same with the other bombs he had strategically placed about GCPD, and in that thought he laughed a laugh that only a maniacally crazed man
could. Rather than save the rest of the purple paint for later, he splashed it about the roof top, tossing the can aside as he picked up the next
canister. He dipped his paint brush again and painted a heavy black "J" on the glass pane he would later replace, again dispersing the remaining
paint about the roof.
This was to be the grandest display of The Joker's genius. It would soon come to pass that the only thing that stood between crime and justice
was Batman. And what could he do about all of the crime when there was too much for even him to handle? This was just a portion of the big
picture. This was simply the final stroke that queued the first note of the ensuing orchestra of chaos. The Joker flicked the flood light on after he
finished replacing the glass pane and hummed to the electrical buzz. A radiant purple light encased around a giant J appeared in the sky. It was
simply beautiful, he felt. The Joker returned to the hijacked lift, making his way down the front side of the Gotham City Police Department, his head
thrown back into a laughter the sent a chill through the night.
[That's about all I got here. I'd like to get more in here but I'd also like to get other people involved. SO fingers crossed for an invite. Thanks for
the consideration! Profile name "Ace of Knaves" is on reserve for this guy so let me know! =) ]
Player Nickname: CJ
Do you want other role players to give you feed back?:[/i] Please do
Model / Actor's name: Heath Ledger
Name: Unknown (Though Jack Napier is speculated.)
Alter Ego: The Joker
Age: Mid Thirties
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Height: Somewhere around 5'7"
Weight: 130 lbs soaking wet
Hair: Short to Mid-length Emerald Green
Eyes: Deep Brown
Physique: Lanky and nearly anorexically lithe
Training: Nothing formal. Still manages to go toe to toe with Batman, though typically takes the brunt of the beatings
Equipment: An arsenal of personally altered gag toys that include:
A Suit Flower that sprays Joker Venom, Acid, Noxious Gases or nothing at all
A gun that fires a "Bang" flag as well as lethal ammunition
A Joy Buzzer rigged to induce lethal doses of electricity
A set of razor edged Throwing Cards
Any other number of deceptive and explosive devices his insane genius can concoct
Description
Appearance: A blinding eye sore of a purple dress suit. Ghost white face. Heavily darkened eyes. Emerald Green hair. Bright Crimson Smile
Personality: Clinically defined as Criminally Insane. Considered to be an antisocial introvert
Significant relationships
Bruce Wayne - Batman - Competitive Rival in sanity and Arch Nemesis
Harleen Quinzel - Harley Quinn - Moll and personal punching bag
Jim Gordon - Personal outlet and palette for outward self expression
Vehicles
[No vehicles of significance. He takes what he can get]
Audition post
[I figured I would go ahead and write out a bit of an arc here as my audition and the other required main villain bit. Should this need to
change or not fit the criteria , please let me know.]
It was three in the morning. The air was piercing cold but it mattered little to him. The Joker hadn't slept since his last visit to the Asylum.
He couldn't he had to be certain that this plan would unfold into perfect fruition. This wouldn't be the first time that the villain had planned
for the demise of his nemesis. It was quiet as he sat upon the roof top of Gotham City Police Department, staring over the city with discontent.
His hair was disheveled and covered in blood, also staining his face in crimson. He was slightly out of breath.
"I could say I'm getting to old for this, but this never gets old!" He cackled as he held the body of the now bleeding out window washer who
had just had the worst, and last, day of his life.
This city needed more pizzazz, he felt. More life. More panic. He couldn't help but feel that his time in Arkham Asylum was making him soft, and
right then he resolved that he would break out sooner next time. It was like child's play, getting out of the Asylum. The Joker's legs dangled over
the edge of the four story building, kicking about wildly while he rained playing card after playing card down onto the street.
This was to be his greatest plan yet. He would surely unmask the superhero and destroy GCPD in one fell swoop. After the final card had left
his hands, The Joker moved from his spot to go and admire his handy work. All of his handy work. He strolled over to the flood light that had
been sitting here at the top of GCPD for as long as he could remember, reminiscing about all of the good times that he and Bats had shared.
How this light alone was enough for people to sleep cozy in their beds at night. He gave an audible cackle that no one was around to hear.
Typically, The Joker had a henchman or two about him to do all his heavy lifting. but this a monumental moment. He had to do this himself.
The joker skipped over to the supplies he had smuggled up to the top of the roof with the help of the window washing lift he'd acquired just
moments earlier. He wide grin on his visage as he stared down at the dead man now laying inside the lift, poisoned by Joker Venom. "At least he
went out with a smile." He thought, another audible cackle emitting from his lungs. Leaning down toward the street into the lift, the villain
grabbed a pair of high grade bolt cutters, bringing them over to the flood light. This was going to be simply marvelous, he felt. With every ounce
of his strength, The Joker severed the steel that held the bat signal on the flood light in place. One by one, clipping each brace until the bat fell
free to the roof top. He made an attempt to lift it, finding that it wasn't nearly as heavy as he'd expected it to be. He had a souvenir for Harley
regardless of how this turned out. The Joker stowed back over to the lift, taking buckets of paint and escorting them back. After returning to
the flood light, he began to dismantle it carefully. Destroying it would have been too simple. This was an act of creation and expression within art,
like all of his actions, he felt. After removing the glass pane that stood between himself and the light bulb, he disconnected the power.
The Joker took pride in his day to day work. There was no where else he would rather be, nothing else he would rather do. He couldn't
imagine life without Batman. And this was sure to draw him out. The Clown began to paint the bulb a deep purple. Enough to make sure that
the paint wouldn't simply burn off, but the light could shine brilliantly through. He then rigged the underside of the flood light with a time bomb,
meticulous enough to hide it well enough to be out of sight for the time being. The clock set to detonate in twenty one hours. It had been the
same with the other bombs he had strategically placed about GCPD, and in that thought he laughed a laugh that only a maniacally crazed man
could. Rather than save the rest of the purple paint for later, he splashed it about the roof top, tossing the can aside as he picked up the next
canister. He dipped his paint brush again and painted a heavy black "J" on the glass pane he would later replace, again dispersing the remaining
paint about the roof.
This was to be the grandest display of The Joker's genius. It would soon come to pass that the only thing that stood between crime and justice
was Batman. And what could he do about all of the crime when there was too much for even him to handle? This was just a portion of the big
picture. This was simply the final stroke that queued the first note of the ensuing orchestra of chaos. The Joker flicked the flood light on after he
finished replacing the glass pane and hummed to the electrical buzz. A radiant purple light encased around a giant J appeared in the sky. It was
simply beautiful, he felt. The Joker returned to the hijacked lift, making his way down the front side of the Gotham City Police Department, his head
thrown back into a laughter the sent a chill through the night.
[That's about all I got here. I'd like to get more in here but I'd also like to get other people involved. SO fingers crossed for an invite. Thanks for
the consideration! Profile name "Ace of Knaves" is on reserve for this guy so let me know! =) ]