Post by Joker on Oct 24, 2010 0:58:26 GMT -5
Joker
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am.
Just one bad day. You had a bad day once. Am I right?
FULL NAME:
Jack Napier
NICKNAME(S):
Joker
AGE:
21
ALIGNMENT:
Evil
JOB:
Criminal
DISTRICT:
The Bass is where his base of operations resides but he often goes in disguise to the Percussion District.
APARTMENT NUMBER:
N/A
I know I am. I can tell.
APPEARANCE:
Because of the chemical explosion in the Miasma Treatment Laboratory, Joker’s skin is white as a ghost’s, his hair is forest green in color, and his lips have the appearance of being painted bright red. His mouth is also always smiling, rarely is there any other type of emotion showing on his face. Joker’s clothes are a mix of purples and greens. His dress coat and pants are purple while the vest beneath is light green and underneath those are a purple dress shirt and a green necktie. He either has many versions of the same outfit or wears the same one over and over because he has never been seen in any other clothes when not in disguise.
PERSONALITY:
The Joker's insanity appears to be a strange mixture of violently aggressive psychosis, nihilism, and fixated narcissism. He has absolutely no regard for anyone's life, and treats the pain and suffering of others as personal sport. While frequent attempts have been made to pin down or classify Joker's “insanity”, none of them have been successful. And every attempt to cure him has proven completely fruitless, as Joker resists separation from his madness.
Depending on the joke, his plans can range from small-scale to city-wide. On one occasion, the Joker may try to con his way into a local comedy club trophy by using mind control chips on the competition’s judges. Another time, he may steal a nuclear warhead and try to successfully set it off in the residence of the mayor. His mood is the same way. He can be raving and laughing one second, and the next his voice is cold and harsh while delivering a vile threat. The unpredictability of this mad man may be the main cause of why Joker strikes such fear into the hearts of the people of Symphony.
BIOGRAPHY:
Jack Napier was born in Symphony and grew up as a normal happy child. He lived in the Tenor district, which used to be the highly dignified scientific district of Symphony. He spent his days with his mother, living a generally happy life while his father worked in Symphony Laboratories. His younger days were fraught with play and home education, for his mother and father thought that no school was good enough for their son. Jack had heard of one academy within the city that was supposed to be excellent but his father quickly crushed any hope he had of ever attending Sanctuary Academy.
Around the age of ten, his father thought it would be good for Jack to get a close up view of the other districts. He had only been around the Tenor district and all he had ever seen were adults. Not exactly the most thrilling place for a young boy to be. So, with his hand in his mother’s, they went to the outer wall as his mother explained to him the history of Symphony. As he sat in the grass she began to tell him a story of how the wall was built and after about five seconds, became bored. History had never been his cup of tea. Jack then heard voices and noticed some children crawling into some sort of tunnel. He had never seen any other children around where he lived considering most of the scientists didn’t have spouses, his parents being the rare exception. What also intrigued him was that these children were all wearing uniforms from Sanctuary Academy. So, while his other was enraptured in her explanations, Jack snuck off and followed the children.
He crept through the tunnel until he suddenly felt something drop onto him and hold him down. It was the largest of the four children who had entered while the others surrounded him. They yelled at Jack, asking why he had followed them. The boy had no answer and simply said the first thing that had popped into his mind, which was that he wanted to join their group. More than a bit suspicious, they decided that if he passed a test to prove his power, they’d let him join. So they continued through the tunnel until they reached the end that lead outside the city. This was apparently their Secret Spot. It was just a normal rainwater tunnel except it had a large cubed grate that surrounded the outside of the mouth of the tunnel and delved into the miasma. The leader said that they had a toy that had fallen over there and that if Jack could hold his breath long enough to grab it and come back, he was in the group. Every ounce of logic in his body screamed for him not to do something so stupid but he ignored it. As soon as he was about to enter into the miasma, a firm hand grabbed him and pulled him back. To his horror, he saw that his mother had heard the shouts coming from the tunnel and, noticing Jack was gone, had investigated. She turned her back to the grate and began scolding her son and the other children about how dangerous it was and how they shouldn’t have even been there. A sudden grating of tearing metal resounded through the hollowed area and a clawed hand clasped around the leg of Jack’s mother. He grabbed her and tried to hold her as the monstrous hand dragged her back but simply ended up being dragged slowly along with her. Before they entered the cloud of miasma, Jack’s mother pulled his hand away from her dress and looked into his eyes. He knew what she was going to do before she did it. She kissed him lightly on the forehead, told Jack that she loved him and shoved him away. As he fell back, she picked up speed dramatically and was taken into the purple mist as Jack could do nothing but watch.
Later that night, Jack’s father found a police car outside his home and entered to see officers surrounding Jack who was curled into the fetal position on the couch and shaking. The service for his mother was held two weeks later and Jack simply resided at home for the next few months, not really doing anything. His father would not even glance at him, most likely blaming him for what had happened to his mother. And why shouldn’t he…? It was all his fault… One day, his father woke Jack early and told him that he would be accompanying him to the laboratory. He needed an education still and decided that this would be it. As the years went on, Jack began to learn more and more of what his father did and how it helped the people of the city, most involving the defense of the city against the monsters and the miasma. When Jack reached the age of eighteen, he was officially hired in the Miasma Treatment Laboratory. His father, for the first time in many years, told his son that he was proud of him. This further fueled his desire to discover a way to eliminate the miasma, along with his righting the death of his mother.
After months of hard work and tests, they seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough. The father had decided to visit his son at the workplace and Jack could not be happier. He explained to his father that they were trying a mixture of non-volatile chemicals they had created with the gas to see if something would neutralize it. As the two spoke, one of Jack’s partners was testing a chemical when a violent explosion tore through the room. Shattered glass and bodies flew everywhere as took a bath in the chemicals that hit him. His head then smashed into a table, causing him to black out.
Jack awoke to blaring alarms and smoke filled air. Coughing, he tried to stand but felt a burning sensation in his skin and decided it better to find his father. Calling out to the man, he crawled forward, cutting himself on glass as he tried to see through the thick wall of smoke. As the man placed his hand down once more, he felt it touch some sort of liquid. Unsure if it was some sort of chemical, he quickly snatched it back and examined the texture. It felt viscous… Almost like… Jack quickly felt around and felt the body of someone. He pulled the person and his mind suddenly snapped. It was his father, but also someone totally foreign. For the mouth that had once been smiling warmly had been contorted into a horrendous and twisted grin, the man’s lips cherry red. Jack’s shoulders began to shake but what escaped from his lips was not the sound of sorrow but one of joy…. Laughter. But this laughter did not seem happy at all. It was a cold, dark, malicious laughter that reverberated off the walls with the sound of sirens.
As Jack stood, ignoring the pain in his skin, he noticed his reflection in the mirror. His skin had become white as newly fallen snow. His hair and eyes, once a chocolate brown, had both become light green in color. His lips were now a permanent bloody red color, matching the one of his father. An evil grin was also on his face, but this was one that was intentional as he laughed even louder and more maniacally, smashing the mirror to bits before leaving the laboratory.
The man who had once been Jack Napier wandered into the streets of the Bass District, giggling madly. He blamed the city for what had happened in the laboratory. They had wanted to get rid of the miasma, to annihilate it. But had they never thought of adapting instead? Using the monsters, instead of destroying them? Of course not… He would educate the people of Symphony… Teach them to enjoy the life had… Teach them to smile... The man stopped in front of a mansion and drew near it. He opened the door and slid in silently, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and slitting the butler’s throat with relative ease. He then moved into the dining room where the mansion’s owners sat for their meal. They stood and backed away quickly, horrified by his appearance. The man killed each of them one after the other, carving smiles onto their faces. He moved down to the basement and took a look around the larger room. This would be his new home… He had thrown away the shell of his old life and was beginning a new, much freer one. He decided to toss his name as well, deciding that Jack Napier had died in the explosion. He chose a name that matched his new appearance… The appearance of a clown… A Joker…
You had a bad day and everything changed.
SKILL(S):
Impressive acrobatic skill and strength, has a high resistance to pain, and higher than average intelligence.
POWER(S):
None
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
They’re Coming to Take Me Away - Napoleon XIV
WEAPON(S):
Card-shaped blades, guns (Real and trick), lethal joy buzzers, chattering teeth bombs, chattering teeth grappling hook, X ray glasses, and a wide variety of miasma laughing gases that span from deadly to harmless. The Joker has a flower attached to his suit that can shoot out anything from laughing gas to simple acid.
Why else would you dress up like a flying rat…?
FACE CLAIM:
[i]Batman[/i] - [b]The Joker[/b] - Joker
OoC NAME:
Hebi or Joker
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
Why from “My Sanctuary Academy” of course. ^_^
PASSWORDS:
Blocked
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The citizens of Symphony kept going about their daily business, walking through the streets like ants in an ant farm. Oblivious to the eyes that were watching every move they made. They went around trudging through the same paths they had walked through since they were born. Always fearing what may happen if they stray from their little schedules. Well they would learn exactly what would happen… Joker stood atop a building in the Percussion District, gazing at the citizens below, his purple gloved hands fingered through his green hair as he began to laugh to himself. With surprising nimbleness, the man leapt onto a flagpole and climbed down from gargoyle to gargoyle, almost using them as stairs until he reached the rooftop of a smaller grocery store top. He then saw what he had been waiting for. An armored vehicle was travelling down the road at the exact moment he had expected. He loved it when a plan came together. He then took out multiple remote controlled walking teeth. These may have looked like the novelty item but had a few minor changes. It could be that they were made of a durable metal or that the inside of two were rigged with dynamite while the third held the quick spreading Joker gas. Oh well.
Joker tossed the concussive toys off the side of the building and with a bounce, began their journey into the middle of the street. The Joker seemed to bounce with anticipation, giggling merrily as they drew closer and closer. Right before the vehicle passed over the teeth, he pressed the trigger causing all three to explode and flipping the car. Shrieks filled the air as people scattered, running from the fire, noise and green smoke that began spreading through the area. Laughing maniacally, Joker leapt down to street level and strolled up to the door through the gas and opened it. Inside, the two guards were laughing loudly, their faces contorted in horrendous glee. Joker slipped the keys from the passenger’s waist and laughed at their faces.
“My! I never knew of a bank so happy to give a customer a deposit before! I must recommend you to my friends. Well… I would if I had any! Hahahahaha!”
He then moved to the back of the armored truck through the cloud of happy gas and opened the back of it, examining the contents. Sacks of bills lay scattered around the truck and Joker rubbed his hand together. Once again, he loved it when a plan came together well. To be honest, he did not really even need the money. He had robbed countless other armored vehicles in the other districts so why had he robbed this one? Well… What else was there to do on a Monday? Sirens rung through the air as the police drew nearer. Joker clucked his tongue as he heard the screech of brakes outside the cloud of gas. He pulled out a handgun and began to smile while walking toward the shouts of the police.
“Oh dear… I seem to be surrounded on all sides! WhatEVER shall I do. Ehehehehe…. I think I’m beginning to learn to love Mondays.”
