Post by The Joker on Sept 4, 2013 20:45:15 GMT
THE JOKER
Real Name: Unknown
Age: Approximately late 30's/early 40's
Gender: Male
Rank: Rogue
Affiliations: Himself
Canon/OC: Canon
Other Characters: None
Personality: To sum him up, the Joker is a psychopathic, mass murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy. He is the 'wild card in the deck'. He has no connections, no DNA or evidence in police files, and no records of family. This makes him unpredictable and all the more dangerous. He cares nothing for the lives of other people. Sometimes, it also looks like he doesn't care for his own safety either. There have been several times when he’s shown a lack of self-preservation, putting his life at risk in order to bring his criminal activities to their climax. When being injured he just laughs. His desire is to create a world without rules, dominated by chaos with a philosophy of anarchy. He sees himself as a better class of criminal unlike the Mob bosses and common others. To him, they just want money and to make a profit. He doesn't care for money unless he needs it for his own operations. All he wants to do is whatever he can to bring about ruin and insanity.
Powers: None
Abilities: Joker is just a normal human, with no special powers or abilities. But he's insane, and has done enough to earn him the title of super-criminal. Due to his lack of care for his or other's well-being, he can fearlessly carry out whatever acts of violence he wants. He will take the most extreme risks, going to the edge and over it if he had to. This is one of the things that make him such a powerful enemy of the Batman: he is not affected by the Dark Knight's ability to frighten thugs through his theatrics. Although this might make him seem mindless and crazed, he is an intelligent, cold and calculating criminal genius who can always stay one step ahead of everyone.
Equipment: Any object of some description can almost definitely be turned into a weapon by Joker. From knives to guns, explosives, dynamite and rockets...he will use whatever he can to cause madness and mayhem, delighting in the chaos. One he particularly enjoys using is his venom, which results in his victims laughing to death with a disturbing fixed smile upon their faces. But you can be sure that if he doesn't have that, he will use whatever he can to make sure you die laughing.
Weaknesses: Although his insanity and schemes scare the living daylights out of most people, he is still a normal human, and can bruise or break just as easily as any other. He can also sometimes be overconfident, believing his plans to be water-tight when in fact he has overlooked a tiny yet crucial detail that can lead to his downfall.
History: When a man quit his job as a chemical engineer to become a stand-up comedian in order to support his pregnant wife, it didn't really go so well for him. He didn't get his dream, and was at his wit's end. So what can he do but accept an offer of money from two criminals who ask for his help in breaking into the chemical plant he used to work in? His wife wouldn't have to know where the money came from, and he could look after her and their kid properly. But then the wife was killed in an accident, and so he tried to back out of the job, but of course the criminals wouldn't let him. So they went to the chemical plant, putting the man in the costume of the Red Hood, but they didn't expect to find any policemen on late patrol. They ran while they were fired upon, just as the mysterious Batman emerged on the scene. The two criminals escaped, but the man fell off the roof while confronted by the Bat and into a pool of chemical waste. He emerged with a changed appearance: white skin, ruby red lips and green hair. So what can he do but be driven insane?
Of course, the Joker doesn't know that that was how he came to be. He tends not to dwell on that strategy. Instead he enjoys being the greatest criminal in Gotham City, causing chaos and death wherever he goes. His first appearance to the citizens of Gotham began with him killing people with his Venom and stealing a news van. Using the van, he broadcast a message to the people, telling them who he was going to kill that night. Though the police did what they could, he succeeded each night, except for when Bruce Wayne was targeted by the Clown and lived. On that same night Joker tried to poison Gotham's water supply, but Batman arrived and stopped him.
So began the endless dance between the Dark Knight and the Clown Prince Of Crime. During their years-long battle the Joker has committed countless crimes and caused many deaths, all the while laughing at Batman. One of his most famous crimes was shooting the daughter of Police Commissioner Gordon, Barbara AKA Batgirl in the spine. She lost use of her legs while Joker kidnapped her father and tried to drive him insane at an abandoned amusement park by showing him pictures of his daughter. He wanted to prove that all it took was one bad day to drive anyone as insane as him. But Batman arrived once again before he could succeed, and after a chase and refusing an offer of rehabilitation, Joker was taken away to Arkham Asylum. Not that that mattered. He escaped from the prison easily enough.
He was also responsible for the death of Jason Todd, the second Robin. Jason's birth mother was being blackmailed by the Clown, and she betrayed her son in order to keep the thefts of medical supplies a secret. Joker beat up Robin with a crow bar, then him and his mother in a warehouse which exploded just before Batman arrived. Since then the Bat has become more obsessed with Joker and more determined to bring him down.
What could be viewed as Joker's greatest success, however, is Harleen Quinzel. While he was in Arkham she wanted to find out if he really was insane, and so became his psychiatrist. He was able to charm her and gain her sympathy with stories of an abusive father and absent mother. Of course, he no one knows if they were true. Not even he does. It led to Harleen falling in love with Joker, breaking him out of the Asylum and becoming his sidekick, Harley Quinn. Since then they have been committing crimes together, and now, though he doesn't realise it, Joker has emerged on this look-a-like planet Earth, still intending to pull more comedic crimes and face down Batman once again.
RP Sample: A figure stepped out from a dark, random alleyway on to a dark, random street of Gotham City. They held a bloody knife in their right hand, and in the other, a cloth that had been thoroughly soaked with blood it had been used to wipe off said knife. The figure, however, didn't seem to notice, as they just started wiping the knife again. Either that or they didn't care. Just like the way they didn't care about the homeless man lying in the alley they had just stepped out of, with several new wounds cut into the sides of his face. Why would they? It's not as if a lost soul doing nothing for anyone would have a huge impact on the way society functions. But then, the Joker supposed part of that reason could be due to the fact society's functioning was already broken. Ah well. Either way, he didn't give a damn. He hadn't been caring at all the whole night, if his body count was anything to go by. At his last count, the man in the alley was his...twelfth victim? Something like that. For some reason there was part of his mind telling him it was the fifteenth. Oh well. That was another thing Joker didn't care about. Tonight, the only thing he really cared about was relieving himself of his boredom.
Not even Harley was on his mind. She knew he was out, and he knew she was back at Amusement Mile. At least, she was when he had left. Maybe she'd decided to go out on her own like he had. But he didn't care. She would always come back. So for tonight, he'd let his harlequin do whatever she pleased. Just like him. He had been bored so decided to go out on his own, told Harley as much, and had just been having fun. Which of course, for Joker, meant killing practically everyone he found. And though he was having fun, it still felt like something was missing...on that train of thought, he appeared to finally notice just how dirty and bloody his cloth was, and looked down at it disapprovingly. With a half-hearted sigh, the Clown tossed the rag over his shoulder and back into the alley. It looked like he'd have to get his hands dirty now. But that was just what he wanted. Random killings were all well and good, and fun, but he wanted more. He wanted some attention. Because what was the point in going to all this effort if there was no one there to give him constructive criticism?
He hadn't seen any heroes so far. But then, not many people did. The do-gooders and the capes were always lurking in the shadows, following people like him about, ready to spoil their fun. Joker could be being watched right now. Add that to the list of things he didn't care about. With a laugh to himself, he started walking down the dark, random street of Gotham City. There wasn't much in this part. He was heading for one of the busier areas. Maybe then his theatrics would capture an audience.
Five minutes and a few stabs in a random passer-by's stomach later, Joker found himself looking at a restaurant on a street corner. The bright golden arches shone above its roof, while people inside the halls fit for a king dined on the divine meal the wonderful service had provided. Ha. McDonald's. To him, it was anything but that. Especially their clown mascot. Ronald, right? What a joke. And Joker always knew one of those when he saw it. Still, it was full of people having a late-night dinner. Why shouldn't ol' Uncle J grace them with a visit? Reaching into his pocket and placing his knife back in it, he took out his trusty semi-automatic handgun. His gloved finger fit snugly into the trigger, and with a grin, he entered the fast food establishment.
Someone screamed as soon as he entered. That lasted for about one and two-thirds of a second before Joker riddled their face with bullets. The blood splashed on to the food at that table, making what he thought was a very nice compliment to the ketchup. Following that he shot one of the workers behind a till, just to hammer his point home. The Joker was in. If you wanted the slightest chance of getting out alive, then you shut up and listened to him. They seemed to get the message, as the screaming died down when his second victim fell.
"Evening, folks!" he greeted in his weirdly psychotic tone of greeting. His free left hand straightened the lapel of his coat as he stepped in, walking between the tables of customers. Without warning he snatched a man's cheeseburger out of his hands, took a bite, and spat it back out. "Blech! How do you people eat this trash? You need someone with class to show you real food. A guy like me." And then he had an idea. He didn't know if it had already formed at the back of his head, or if it just sprung up as he said that last remark. Dropping the burger on the ground, he leaned down so his face was leering into the man who he had taken the burger from. "How often would you come here, hm? Or a takeaway? Or anything other than a proper restaurant? Can't afford it? Too lazy? That's people in a nutshell." He suddenly grabbed the man's hair and smashed his head into the table. With that done, he turned away to continue surveying the tables. He didn't care that the man might be knocked out, or bleeding from his head, or suffering from any kind of injury. So far, he didn't have anything to care about tonight. Which made it all the more fun, considering he just had a fresh stock of pigs to play around with.
Wasn't life just great?
