Post by YolkaEd on Jul 5, 2012 11:44:30 GMT -5
Name(s):
Nicknames:
Joker, Jack Napier, Mr. White
Age:
Late 30s
Species:
Human
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Evil
Residence:
Gotham City
Occupation:
Criminal
Abilities:
The Joker commits crimes with comedic weapons such as a deck of bladed playing cards, an acid-squirting flower, cyanide-stuffed pies, exploding cigars filled with nitroglycerin, harpoon guns that utilize razor-sharp BANG!-flags, and a lethally electric joy buzzer. His most prominent weapon is his Joker venom; a deadly poison that infects his victims with a ghoulish rictus grin as they die while laughing uncontrollably. The venom comes in many forms, from gas to darts to liquid poison, and is his primary weapon of choice. He is also, due to regular abuse of his own chemicals, immune to every known venom and toxin on the planet.
The Joker is highly intelligent and quite skilled in the fields of chemistry and engineering, as well an expert with explosives; capable of hijacking broadcasts of both the television and radio varieties. In unarmed combat, his proficiency varies depending on the situation; though his decent agility and wide array of weapons do make him an unpredictable force. In addition, he has an uncanny ability to cheat death even in the most implausible of scenarios; whether this is due to dumb luck or a different factor is unknown.
Weaknesses:
Physically, the Joker isn't all there; when he has to actually fight properly, he's only about as strong as a regular human, and can't take hits to save his life, making him resort to dirtier tactics to give himself an edge in combat. In addition, his mental state makes him very erratic, making way for quite extreme mood swings that makes him a pain to work with.
Personality:
Given his apparent insanity, one might deduce that the Joker has no true personality of his own; on any given day, he could either be a harmless clown or a vicious killer, depending on whatever would benefit him the most. A few constants is that, seemingly, the Joker doesn't fear anything, and treats life much like a game. In fact, his major motivation in life would possibly be just to have fun and terrorize the innocents around him; some times plotting a coup that could result in the deaths of hundreds, or sometimes just pulling what could be considered a prank, all for kicks.
Likes:
Fun, murder, chaos, fighting Batman, a good joke
Dislikes:
Being beaten, boredom, someone plotting to kill Batman before him, people not getting a joke
Appearance:
Bio:
As should be known, the Joker-! Hey, what the hell are you-?!
*struggling sounds*
...
...
Well! Finally got my own application, did I? 'bout time! I was starting to get bored of that dreary expository style of writing. There's just no punch to it! So here I am to add a bit of a kick to things... oh, you were asking about who I am? I'm flattered, really, but, uh... SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM ALREADY?! All right, all right, fine. Here's my card (from the bottom of the deck of course) and the lowdown...
I am the Monster Clown hiding under your bed!
Of course, a true fan would want all the gory details fleshed out, yes? So then. There's me, and there's the Bat, two peas in a pod. I'm the better-looking pea, of course, but that's beside the point. Billy Finger and Bobby Kane, inspired by- What? This isn't a history lesson? They just want my plot relevance? Bah, kids these days can be so impatient... fine, I'll skip ahead a bit. Buncha no-good readers not appreciating the Silver Age...
Right, so you all might recall an obscure little book called The Killing Joke written by some nobody called Alan Moore. If you haven't... GET OVER THERE AND READ IT, AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF A FAN OF MINE UNTIL YOU'VE MEMORIZED EVERY WORD!!!
...
Done? Good. Less than a year afterward, DC made the historical decision of killing off Robin — 'bout time, too. But just a little heads-up, it was Jason Todd, not Dick Grayson. Who was Jason Todd? Who cares? All you need to know is that every reader hated his guts, enough that they voted to have him die. But with an outfit like that, can you really blame them? Heck, at least thirteen of those votes came from yours truly!
Anyhoo, the poll was set up, the calls were made, and I gave poor li'l Jason a spanking he'll never forget. Rest in pieces. Then I got shot. And got trapped on an exploding helicopter. And vanished for all of a few months. And I still made it back in time for the holidays. From there on, my life's been just one giant rollercoaster ride (occasionally of the Hawaiian variety, but usually not). 'specially since I killed Jimmy Gordon's wife during that earthquake.
Hold on, where're you going? D'ya think we're done with my life? Not even close! I've poisoned all the fish on the eastern and western seaboard and tried to patent them! I've become God and brought the whole universe to its knees! I've killed Siskel and Ebert, fer cripes sake! Do you think I'd show up here just for a paltry history lesson?!
Oh, you did, huh? Figures.
Well, in any case, that conversation was certainly uplifting, wouldn't you say? Look at how widely you're grinning. Ooh, and check it out! Your complexion is clearing right up. And that hair...! So rich a shade of green that only your undertaker'll know for sure. And that laugh! Isn't it beautiful? Not too shabby a rhythm for a white guy!
Ohhhh, don't give me that look. You were the one that took that card from me! Sheesh, how dumb can ya get? Straighten up. It's not the end of the world. Only yours. Annnd... there you go, now you see the joke. The very biggest and bestest smile of them all.
GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
Anything else?
...yeah, don't worry, I'm fine, but... we might have a bit of trouble later down the line. ^^;
"Eh, I can handle 'im!"
Nicknames:
Joker, Jack Napier, Mr. White
Age:
Late 30s
Species:
Human
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Evil
Residence:
Gotham City
Occupation:
Criminal
Abilities:
The Joker commits crimes with comedic weapons such as a deck of bladed playing cards, an acid-squirting flower, cyanide-stuffed pies, exploding cigars filled with nitroglycerin, harpoon guns that utilize razor-sharp BANG!-flags, and a lethally electric joy buzzer. His most prominent weapon is his Joker venom; a deadly poison that infects his victims with a ghoulish rictus grin as they die while laughing uncontrollably. The venom comes in many forms, from gas to darts to liquid poison, and is his primary weapon of choice. He is also, due to regular abuse of his own chemicals, immune to every known venom and toxin on the planet.
The Joker is highly intelligent and quite skilled in the fields of chemistry and engineering, as well an expert with explosives; capable of hijacking broadcasts of both the television and radio varieties. In unarmed combat, his proficiency varies depending on the situation; though his decent agility and wide array of weapons do make him an unpredictable force. In addition, he has an uncanny ability to cheat death even in the most implausible of scenarios; whether this is due to dumb luck or a different factor is unknown.
Weaknesses:
Physically, the Joker isn't all there; when he has to actually fight properly, he's only about as strong as a regular human, and can't take hits to save his life, making him resort to dirtier tactics to give himself an edge in combat. In addition, his mental state makes him very erratic, making way for quite extreme mood swings that makes him a pain to work with.
Personality:
Given his apparent insanity, one might deduce that the Joker has no true personality of his own; on any given day, he could either be a harmless clown or a vicious killer, depending on whatever would benefit him the most. A few constants is that, seemingly, the Joker doesn't fear anything, and treats life much like a game. In fact, his major motivation in life would possibly be just to have fun and terrorize the innocents around him; some times plotting a coup that could result in the deaths of hundreds, or sometimes just pulling what could be considered a prank, all for kicks.
Likes:
Fun, murder, chaos, fighting Batman, a good joke
Dislikes:
Being beaten, boredom, someone plotting to kill Batman before him, people not getting a joke
Appearance:
Bio:
As should be known, the Joker-! Hey, what the hell are you-?!
*struggling sounds*
...
...
Well! Finally got my own application, did I? 'bout time! I was starting to get bored of that dreary expository style of writing. There's just no punch to it! So here I am to add a bit of a kick to things... oh, you were asking about who I am? I'm flattered, really, but, uh... SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM ALREADY?! All right, all right, fine. Here's my card (from the bottom of the deck of course) and the lowdown...
I am the Monster Clown hiding under your bed!
Of course, a true fan would want all the gory details fleshed out, yes? So then. There's me, and there's the Bat, two peas in a pod. I'm the better-looking pea, of course, but that's beside the point. Billy Finger and Bobby Kane, inspired by- What? This isn't a history lesson? They just want my plot relevance? Bah, kids these days can be so impatient... fine, I'll skip ahead a bit. Buncha no-good readers not appreciating the Silver Age...
Right, so you all might recall an obscure little book called The Killing Joke written by some nobody called Alan Moore. If you haven't... GET OVER THERE AND READ IT, AND DON'T CALL YOURSELF A FAN OF MINE UNTIL YOU'VE MEMORIZED EVERY WORD!!!
...
Done? Good. Less than a year afterward, DC made the historical decision of killing off Robin — 'bout time, too. But just a little heads-up, it was Jason Todd, not Dick Grayson. Who was Jason Todd? Who cares? All you need to know is that every reader hated his guts, enough that they voted to have him die. But with an outfit like that, can you really blame them? Heck, at least thirteen of those votes came from yours truly!
Anyhoo, the poll was set up, the calls were made, and I gave poor li'l Jason a spanking he'll never forget. Rest in pieces. Then I got shot. And got trapped on an exploding helicopter. And vanished for all of a few months. And I still made it back in time for the holidays. From there on, my life's been just one giant rollercoaster ride (occasionally of the Hawaiian variety, but usually not). 'specially since I killed Jimmy Gordon's wife during that earthquake.
Hold on, where're you going? D'ya think we're done with my life? Not even close! I've poisoned all the fish on the eastern and western seaboard and tried to patent them! I've become God and brought the whole universe to its knees! I've killed Siskel and Ebert, fer cripes sake! Do you think I'd show up here just for a paltry history lesson?!
Oh, you did, huh? Figures.
Well, in any case, that conversation was certainly uplifting, wouldn't you say? Look at how widely you're grinning. Ooh, and check it out! Your complexion is clearing right up. And that hair...! So rich a shade of green that only your undertaker'll know for sure. And that laugh! Isn't it beautiful? Not too shabby a rhythm for a white guy!
Ohhhh, don't give me that look. You were the one that took that card from me! Sheesh, how dumb can ya get? Straighten up. It's not the end of the world. Only yours. Annnd... there you go, now you see the joke. The very biggest and bestest smile of them all.
GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
Anything else?
...yeah, don't worry, I'm fine, but... we might have a bit of trouble later down the line. ^^;
"Eh, I can handle 'im!"
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