Post by The Joker on May 28, 2011 9:38:23 GMT -5
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Name: Unknown.
Alias: The Joker.
Age: Late twenties.
Species: Human.
Gender: Male.
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair: Medium length. Dark green with brunette roots.
Eyes: Green.
Build: Slim.
Skin: Peach.
Class (Ranking): Villain.
Original or Canon: Canon.
Theme songs:
-“Why So Serious?”
- "Tiptoe"
Rumored to have had a wife and daughter, however, both also rumored to be deceased.
Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown.
Crush: None.
Love: None.
Rival: None.
Enemy: None.
Quite more than often – the Joker is only seen in his trademark wear; dirty worn thick deep purple suit of velvet fabric, slacks to match the suits characteristics – along with the gloves, brown faded leather wingtip shoes, handsome green slick vest to sport through the heavy coat, and a light blue plaid dress shirt buried beneath it all.
His face, which others seemingly find the main attraction, is covered by a thick white cake of make up. On both sides of his face, a hideous scar stretches – nearly reaching ear to ear. The scar itself is empathized with a dark red coloring, which, was more than likely painted on to express enthusiasm for the deformed facial features. The eyes are blackened circles, resembling that of a raccoon’s eyes. His all but dirty green hair is matted and curly – leading many to speculate that it has not been washed. Ever.
He is a serial killer and a super-villain, a dangerous madman who dresses like a clown and commits violent crimes. His insanity appears to be a strange mixture of violently aggressive psychopathy, nihilism, and fixated narcissism. He has no regard for human life, and treats the pain and suffering of others as personal sport. His crimes require no motivation other than his sadistic desire to show people the meaninglessness of life through pain and death, and the narcissism to see the world remade in his own image. He is constantly adapting his personality and his psychosis to respond to the world around him, sometimes a harmless trickster and at others a brutal mass-murderer.
Since he does not recognize the rights of others and sees their self-serving behaviors as permissible, he may appear to be charming yet is covertly hostile and domineering, seeing his victim as merely an instrument to be used.
Powers/Abilities
Weaknesses/Physical Flaws/Psychological Flaws:
NOTHING at this point is known about the Joker. This Joker character is a fresh face. He is aware of Batman’s existence but the two have yet to officially meet. This section of the profile will be updated regularly as stories develop.
And the proof he desired came almost right away. Someone had answered his questioning of suicide; someone alright, the Devil, or what Joker assumed to be the Devil. He wasn’t exactly sporting a pointy pitchfork but he couldn’t think of just anyone else who could simply break the lock into his tortured mind and transform his consciousness into a reality. And that was just what happened. His surroundings became an empty black nothingness and the only visible thing other than himself was the evil oozing creature that stood before him. Was he still alive? He had to be, he certainly didn’t recall jumping out of any windows or drinking that sweet spider poison and weed killer he planned on mixing later for a next precious victim to thirst upon. He was alive and having a meet and greet with THE Devil. . . well, that was a first. Why him – out of all the serial killers roaming the dark shadows of Earth, why this particular one. The Devil must’ve been fascinated by clowns or maybe he was recruiting a personal batch of circus entertainment to keep the demons in Hell amused. Then there was always that possibility that the Devil simply liked the Joker’s craft and admired his work. Now that was flattering, to say the least.
He began walking around the Joker like he was having a time studying him and enjoying it at the same time. He had to admit, it took him a bit of focus to pay attention to what the Devil was actually saying to him, given that he was still experiencing delighted shock from the current ‘turn of events’; turn of reality. A wicked throne soon appeared within his sight like someone had just performed a magic trick and he got left behind and didn’t catch on to how they did it. And the Devil sat his bottom on the resting place and continued talking. He wasn’t sure what to make of all this other than the fact that the Devil obviously had an interest in him, but then the Devil mentioned something to what he thought sounded like an offer of sorts or at least that’s the idea that he got. Sell his soul to the Devil – no matter how cliché that might’ve came off to someone – the Joker had no soul to sell. He had long already abused his right to fall from anything graceful or have something to lose. The Joker was at the muddy bottom where he belonged, he couldn’t possibly imagine sinking into the mud any further. But this was the Devil we’re talking about, if anyone could take the soulless Joker down any more into a cold non-human state of being it’d be him.
”Nice recliner,” even in Hell, Joker’s sarcastic humor couldn’t help itself. The Devil himself shouldn’t have expected anything less, the guy did resemble a clown, so a joke here or there or an attempt at something laughable wasn’t surprising in the least. ”So,” the Joker nonchalantly approached, looking over the Devil as the Devil had recently done with him. ”The boogeyman in the flesh, the serpent, everyone’s bad conscious, the man – “ The Clown got a bit dramatic, almost sliding on his feet up to the Devil’s throne and slapping his purple gloved hands down on the arm rest, ” – the myth, the legend, the big.. red..” his torn painted red lips inched closer into the Devil’s ear, or what he at least thought resembled an ear, ”... joke,” whether the Devil took that offensively or not, the Joker didn’t seem to mind, roughly displaying such when he lured in further and Bugs Bunny-like smooched the Devil’s cheek and squealed out an awkward burst of enthusiasm that could only be interpreted as odd laughter.
This version of the Joker shares no back stories or histories with any other character in the DC universe or the EW universe for that matter. A restart; more or less.
The Basics
Name: Unknown.
Alias: The Joker.
Age: Late twenties.
Species: Human.
Gender: Male.
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair: Medium length. Dark green with brunette roots.
Eyes: Green.
Build: Slim.
Skin: Peach.
Class (Ranking): Villain.
Original or Canon: Canon.
Theme songs:
-“Why So Serious?”
- "Tiptoe"
Lineage & Relations:
Rumored to have had a wife and daughter, however, both also rumored to be deceased.
Lineage:
Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Siblings: Unknown.
Relations:
Crush: None.
Love: None.
Rival: None.
Enemy: None.
Appearance:
Quite more than often – the Joker is only seen in his trademark wear; dirty worn thick deep purple suit of velvet fabric, slacks to match the suits characteristics – along with the gloves, brown faded leather wingtip shoes, handsome green slick vest to sport through the heavy coat, and a light blue plaid dress shirt buried beneath it all.
His face, which others seemingly find the main attraction, is covered by a thick white cake of make up. On both sides of his face, a hideous scar stretches – nearly reaching ear to ear. The scar itself is empathized with a dark red coloring, which, was more than likely painted on to express enthusiasm for the deformed facial features. The eyes are blackened circles, resembling that of a raccoon’s eyes. His all but dirty green hair is matted and curly – leading many to speculate that it has not been washed. Ever.
Personality:
He is a serial killer and a super-villain, a dangerous madman who dresses like a clown and commits violent crimes. His insanity appears to be a strange mixture of violently aggressive psychopathy, nihilism, and fixated narcissism. He has no regard for human life, and treats the pain and suffering of others as personal sport. His crimes require no motivation other than his sadistic desire to show people the meaninglessness of life through pain and death, and the narcissism to see the world remade in his own image. He is constantly adapting his personality and his psychosis to respond to the world around him, sometimes a harmless trickster and at others a brutal mass-murderer.
Since he does not recognize the rights of others and sees their self-serving behaviors as permissible, he may appear to be charming yet is covertly hostile and domineering, seeing his victim as merely an instrument to be used.
Abilities & Weaknesses:
Powers/Abilities
- Pathological Lying: Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for him to be truthful on a consistent basis. He can be extremely convincing and is even able to pass lie detector tests.
- Pain Resistance: He is masochistic in nature, and thus enjoys any pain received, making it an ineffective way of dealing with him.
- Entrepreneurial Versatility: Changes his image as needed to avoid prosecution. Changes life story readily.
- Shallow Emotions: When he shows what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since he is not genuine, neither are his promises.
- Strength: He only possess the strength level of an average human male who engages in regular moderate exercise, though he has at times due to adrenaline surges surpassed his normal levels.
- High IQ: He is highly intelligent and skilled in the fields of chemistry and engineering, an expert with explosives as well.
- Fearless: Due to his mental state - he is immune to fear as he does not understand the concept and sees everything as a joke.
Weaknesses/Physical Flaws/Psychological Flaws:
- Poor Behavioral Controls/Impulsive Nature: Believes that he is all-powerful, all-knowing, entitled to every wish, no sense of personal boundaries, no concern for the impact on others or the consequences that may come with them.
- Irresponsibility: Oblivious or indifferent to the devastation he causes. Does not accept blame, but blames others, even for acts he obviously committed. He lives life on the edge. Verbal outbursts and personal self-inflicting physical punishments are normal. Promiscuity and gambling are also common.
- Lack of Commitment: He actually enjoys relationships with other people. More so, that he’ll appear to be charming at times, and make relationships, but to him, these are relationships in name only. They are ended whenever necessary or when it suits him, and the relationships are without depth or meaning - including marriages. He seems to have an innate ability to find the weakness in people, and is eagerly ready to use these weaknesses to his own ends through deceit, manipulation, or intimidation, and gain pleasure from doing so.
- Mortal: He can be killed by infection, diseases, viruses, injuries, and anything else life-threatening to man.
History:
NOTHING at this point is known about the Joker. This Joker character is a fresh face. He is aware of Batman’s existence but the two have yet to officially meet. This section of the profile will be updated regularly as stories develop.
RP Sample:
And the proof he desired came almost right away. Someone had answered his questioning of suicide; someone alright, the Devil, or what Joker assumed to be the Devil. He wasn’t exactly sporting a pointy pitchfork but he couldn’t think of just anyone else who could simply break the lock into his tortured mind and transform his consciousness into a reality. And that was just what happened. His surroundings became an empty black nothingness and the only visible thing other than himself was the evil oozing creature that stood before him. Was he still alive? He had to be, he certainly didn’t recall jumping out of any windows or drinking that sweet spider poison and weed killer he planned on mixing later for a next precious victim to thirst upon. He was alive and having a meet and greet with THE Devil. . . well, that was a first. Why him – out of all the serial killers roaming the dark shadows of Earth, why this particular one. The Devil must’ve been fascinated by clowns or maybe he was recruiting a personal batch of circus entertainment to keep the demons in Hell amused. Then there was always that possibility that the Devil simply liked the Joker’s craft and admired his work. Now that was flattering, to say the least.
He began walking around the Joker like he was having a time studying him and enjoying it at the same time. He had to admit, it took him a bit of focus to pay attention to what the Devil was actually saying to him, given that he was still experiencing delighted shock from the current ‘turn of events’; turn of reality. A wicked throne soon appeared within his sight like someone had just performed a magic trick and he got left behind and didn’t catch on to how they did it. And the Devil sat his bottom on the resting place and continued talking. He wasn’t sure what to make of all this other than the fact that the Devil obviously had an interest in him, but then the Devil mentioned something to what he thought sounded like an offer of sorts or at least that’s the idea that he got. Sell his soul to the Devil – no matter how cliché that might’ve came off to someone – the Joker had no soul to sell. He had long already abused his right to fall from anything graceful or have something to lose. The Joker was at the muddy bottom where he belonged, he couldn’t possibly imagine sinking into the mud any further. But this was the Devil we’re talking about, if anyone could take the soulless Joker down any more into a cold non-human state of being it’d be him.
”Nice recliner,” even in Hell, Joker’s sarcastic humor couldn’t help itself. The Devil himself shouldn’t have expected anything less, the guy did resemble a clown, so a joke here or there or an attempt at something laughable wasn’t surprising in the least. ”So,” the Joker nonchalantly approached, looking over the Devil as the Devil had recently done with him. ”The boogeyman in the flesh, the serpent, everyone’s bad conscious, the man – “ The Clown got a bit dramatic, almost sliding on his feet up to the Devil’s throne and slapping his purple gloved hands down on the arm rest, ” – the myth, the legend, the big.. red..” his torn painted red lips inched closer into the Devil’s ear, or what he at least thought resembled an ear, ”... joke,” whether the Devil took that offensively or not, the Joker didn’t seem to mind, roughly displaying such when he lured in further and Bugs Bunny-like smooched the Devil’s cheek and squealed out an awkward burst of enthusiasm that could only be interpreted as odd laughter.
Creator/Player Comments:
This version of the Joker shares no back stories or histories with any other character in the DC universe or the EW universe for that matter. A restart; more or less.
