Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on May 29, 2014 6:04:11 GMT
Joker
Take Control...
TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR CITY
Full Name: Unknown
Nicknames: Joker, Mr. J
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Location: Gotham
Origin: DC
Play-By: Heath Ledger
Height: 6'0"
Hair: Green
Eyes: Brown
Typical Clothing/Uniform:
A man of classic cuts in not so classic colors, the Joker sports a royal purple trench coat made of velvet over his purple suit with white pinstripes on the pants. His vest and tie are green, the suit a silvery purple with hexagons patterned with different sizes of dots. All his clothes look worn, tattered around the trim and cuffs. It’s clear it’s old, though not overly worn as though it had been set aside for some time and only just returned. And of course, the signature of his look – the Joker face paint. White skin, crooked red lips over his mouth scars, black pit eyes, and a pink blot on each cheek.
A man of classic cuts in not so classic colors, the Joker sports a royal purple trench coat made of velvet over his purple suit with white pinstripes on the pants. His vest and tie are green, the suit a silvery purple with hexagons patterned with different sizes of dots. All his clothes look worn, tattered around the trim and cuffs. It’s clear it’s old, though not overly worn as though it had been set aside for some time and only just returned. And of course, the signature of his look – the Joker face paint. White skin, crooked red lips over his mouth scars, black pit eyes, and a pink blot on each cheek.
Powers/Abilities
While the Joker is human, his psychotic antics have resulted in several adaptations. His meddling with toxins he has an immunity to most poisons. He seems to have a weakened sense of pain – and indeed seems to enjoy what he feels which makes it a poor device with which to try and control him. Though not strong physically, Joker has an horrifying ability in that he sees the weaknesses of others. His insanity and total lack of morals allows him to exploit these weaknesses unflinchingly, as well as making him apparently immune to mental manipulation.
While the Joker is human, his psychotic antics have resulted in several adaptations. His meddling with toxins he has an immunity to most poisons. He seems to have a weakened sense of pain – and indeed seems to enjoy what he feels which makes it a poor device with which to try and control him. Though not strong physically, Joker has an horrifying ability in that he sees the weaknesses of others. His insanity and total lack of morals allows him to exploit these weaknesses unflinchingly, as well as making him apparently immune to mental manipulation.
Team Affiliation:
Joker
Joker
Personality:
To describe the personality of the Joker, it’s probably best to imagine someone who’s been chomping on power cords and taking holidays in nuclear power plants most of their lives. A class of crazy on his own, Joker makes chaos for the sake of chaos – best summed up in, “Some men just want to watch the world burn.” Delighting in dragging down others to his level, and proving that any man can be driven insane, Joker is unstable, frequently homicidal and to boot fully capable of hunting down the very core of a person and ripping it out to dangle in their faces.
Family:
Unknown
Unknown
Marital status:
Certainly Harley appears convinced their a pair, but whether he agrees depends on his moods
Certainly Harley appears convinced their a pair, but whether he agrees depends on his moods
History:
There’s no real way of known who Joker was before he stepped onto the Gotham stage to demolish hospitals, burn large stacks of cash, and drag the city’s hero kicking and screaming and coin flipping into villain-dom. Mostly what makes it difficult is the fact that he keeps making up stories – circulating around his iconic scars curling up from the corners of his lips into a permanent grin.
As for after Bats left him hanging, Joker was carried off to Arkham Asylum, cackling as he was processed, stripped of his costume, and thrown into a dark cell. Since then, he’s gone on several break out escapades, livening up the streets of Gotham whenever things seemed to blissful. His crowning achievement of course – most recent, at least – would be the crippling of one Barbara Gordon.
Since said incident, Joker has be languishing on an Arkham bed taking a little break to appreciate his work and dream of his next foray into the dark. Perhaps it was time to pluck the little Robin’s feathers?
There’s no real way of known who Joker was before he stepped onto the Gotham stage to demolish hospitals, burn large stacks of cash, and drag the city’s hero kicking and screaming and coin flipping into villain-dom. Mostly what makes it difficult is the fact that he keeps making up stories – circulating around his iconic scars curling up from the corners of his lips into a permanent grin.
As for after Bats left him hanging, Joker was carried off to Arkham Asylum, cackling as he was processed, stripped of his costume, and thrown into a dark cell. Since then, he’s gone on several break out escapades, livening up the streets of Gotham whenever things seemed to blissful. His crowning achievement of course – most recent, at least – would be the crippling of one Barbara Gordon.
Since said incident, Joker has be languishing on an Arkham bed taking a little break to appreciate his work and dream of his next foray into the dark. Perhaps it was time to pluck the little Robin’s feathers?
Sample Post:
They were so easily perturbed. Unprofessional, really, to gawk. From his past few months his hair had grown a bit longer, the dark roots meeting up with the tangle of green. His eyes followed the workers faces, standing in the doorway staring.
He sat on his cot against the wall, hands folded neatly on the lap of his grey pants. These clothes they made the inmates wear – like scrubs, but the shade of brain grey matter. He’d know.
With his shoulders slightly hunched, his bared window above behind him, it was difficult to see the face devoid of makeup. The pucker of mended flesh about the corners of his mouth twitched as his tongue flicked out over his lips.
“How did he get the pen?”
“One of the doctors must have dropped it.”
And then he began to giggle. Once he’d started, the noise spread through him till it was full on cackling, and he fell back against the wall with glee, sliding against the wall to lay on his bed, clutching his sides. The asylum workers stared at the walls, littered with scribbly writing of “Ha” from floor to roof, and in some places onto the roof. Every wall was covered, and amongst the laughter were little pictures. Batman dangling from a noose, several dead robins, faces half burned off, bats with wings torn off.
But looming above his bed, roughly the size of a man, a single drawing of Batman’s head. It was fully colored in with the black ballpoint. It must have taken hours. But most disturbing of all was Batman’s lips pulled up in a ragged smile increased by Joker paint and showing a full set of jagged teeth, closed over the bodies of a little bat and two small birds.
They were so easily perturbed. Unprofessional, really, to gawk. From his past few months his hair had grown a bit longer, the dark roots meeting up with the tangle of green. His eyes followed the workers faces, standing in the doorway staring.
He sat on his cot against the wall, hands folded neatly on the lap of his grey pants. These clothes they made the inmates wear – like scrubs, but the shade of brain grey matter. He’d know.
With his shoulders slightly hunched, his bared window above behind him, it was difficult to see the face devoid of makeup. The pucker of mended flesh about the corners of his mouth twitched as his tongue flicked out over his lips.
“How did he get the pen?”
“One of the doctors must have dropped it.”
And then he began to giggle. Once he’d started, the noise spread through him till it was full on cackling, and he fell back against the wall with glee, sliding against the wall to lay on his bed, clutching his sides. The asylum workers stared at the walls, littered with scribbly writing of “Ha” from floor to roof, and in some places onto the roof. Every wall was covered, and amongst the laughter were little pictures. Batman dangling from a noose, several dead robins, faces half burned off, bats with wings torn off.
But looming above his bed, roughly the size of a man, a single drawing of Batman’s head. It was fully colored in with the black ballpoint. It must have taken hours. But most disturbing of all was Batman’s lips pulled up in a ragged smile increased by Joker paint and showing a full set of jagged teeth, closed over the bodies of a little bat and two small birds.
