Why so serious?
PLAYER
Name/Handle: Will
Contact: AIM: xiiibiades
Personal LJ: glasgow_smilin
CHARACTER
Name: The Joker
Series: Batman
Canon:The Dark Knight
Age: Unknown
History:
Infuriatingly little is known about the past of Gotham's most notorious criminal. Despite the efforts of Arkham's best psychologists and Gotham Police Department's best investigators, almost nothing has, or can be, verified about the Joker's past prior to his rise as a supercriminal. Varying and conflicting reports, ranging from childhood abuse to gang involvement to drug use, all unverifiable, have been used to explain what would cause a man to set a city on fire.
The best explanation would be: Batman.
What is known is that the Joker's grand appearance in Gotham began with a series of perfectly planned, timed, and executed bank robberies, all employed against specific mob banks. The Gotham Justice Department was too focused on taking down the mob to be distracted by what they viewed as a petty criminal. Even the mob refused to take the face-painted psychopath seriously, and they, too, paid the price.
When Batman captured the mob's Hong Kong-based accountant, ignoring international jurisdiction, the Joker, too, escalated his efforts. He promised Gotham that for each night that Batman didn't reveal his identity, a person would die. Aiming to destabilize the city, he followed through on his promise: first the police commissioner, then the judge presiding over the mob trials.
While the defenders of Gotham had put together a clever ploy in order to draw the Joker out, this only gave the supervillain a chance to display the truth: that they were far out of their league. By the time they captured the Joker, he had already taken control of half the mob, and with the GPD almost completely corrupted by the mob's influence, escape was simple. Unfortunately, the Joker's plans extended far beyond simple escape.
In a mind-warping death-trap that would force Batman to make a choice about who would live or die, the woman he loved or the only man that could actually defeat the mob, the Joker destroyed what was left of Batman's humanity and twisted apart Harvey Dent's psyche. Dent, already mentally unstable, was easy to turn against Gotham; a heart-to-heart conversation with the Joker turned Gotham's white knight into a murderous criminal.
Having taken complete control of the mob and forcing Gotham to bend to his will, the Joker continued to wreak havoc on the city, driving the population into a terrified frenzy, culminating in a ploy to force two boatfuls of people, one filled with prisoners and the other with innocent civilians, to blow themselves up. He had overlooked one thing, however: the lengths at which Batman was willing to go to bring him in.
With a machine that gave the Dark Knight near-omniscience about everything that happened in Gotham, public or private, he was able to track down the Joker and bring him to justice. A duel in an unfinished high-rise project, resulted in the Joker pinning Batman down and preparing to blow both ships up himself. Before he could, however, Batman got the better of him, kicking him over the edge of the highrise.
Laughing the entire way down, the Joker plummeted toward the ground. By the time Batman fired his grappling hook to save him from the fall, the laughing had already stopped. The Joker had disappeared into thin air.
Personality:
The Joker is a psychopathic anarchist, pure and simple. He thrives on chaos, violence, and destruction. He is most at home during riots, mass murders, bank robberies- anything that destabilizes society and reduces mankind to the slobbering, terrified animal the Joker sees in it every day.
He defined himself by his opposition to Batman. Where Batman broke all rules but one, cutting through the rule of law and acting on his own, the Joker insisted that there were no rules, that Batman was just as insane as he was and that clinging to the one rule made him weak. The Joker hasn't yet been proven wrong.
The Joker is a criminal genius, possessing a range of deadly skills so wide and deep that it would make Ragnar Benson blush. This genius is well-hidden, however, behind his mental instability and the savage methods he employs to induce terror. He has no sense of empathy or conscience whatsoever, and is completely unhindered, making him lethally unpredictable.
Third-Person Sample:
"...ow."
He winced and opened his eyes to see nothing but concrete, close-up. He got to his feet, passing a purple-gloved hand over his face, taking some of the face-paint with it. There was a small pool of blood where he had laid over the concrete. His nose was crusted with it.
The Joker rolled his upper lip up and down, then popped his jaw. This was followed by a neck-roll. My, was he sore. He wobbled, twisting about to look at his surroundings. Wasn't he just falling into the street? Hadn't he just won?
His whole face hurt. Maybe he had landed. This wasn't Gotham, though, that was for sure. And there was a bag resting by where he'd landed. Curioser and curioser.
He picked up the bag and started limping down the alley, realizing he'd busted more than his face. His right knee was killing him. As he hobbled along, he opened up the bag and started rummaging through it. Then he stopped. Despite the pain and the grogginess, there was a glint in his beady black eyes.
Pistol. Clips of ammunition. A couple grenades. Knives. War paints. A lighter. Treasure map. A... PDA. He reached past the device and kept digging. At the bottom of the bag, he found... drumroll please...
Ta-daa! ...a keyring. With plenty of keys. And a label.
With a frown, the Joker jingled the keys, looking them over. The label had only a smily face on one side, and on the other there was written, 'More where this came from'.
"Uh-huh," he voiced, dropping the keys in the bag. A mystery. Maybe some fun to be had at the end of the yellow brick road. Well, a mystery it would be, then. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he continued on his wobbly way, whistling 'If I Only Had A Brain', and poorly.
First-Person Sample Journal Post:
[The sound feed clicks on, but there's no video to accompany it. There is the sound of muttering coming from somewhere.]
"Come on, come on, come on..."
[Three pulses of static, three muffled impacts, and finally, there is video. First there is only the face: bloody, scratched, smeared with white and black paint, painful-looking scars stretching up from the corner of his lips. The lips, chapped and cracking, part in a sickening grin, revealing small and yellowed teeth. Beady eyes encircled by faded black makeup bore into the camera. The video pulls away, revealing that he is outside, standing in front of a worn brick building. He zooms it back in.]
"There we go. Good. Now... anybody home?"
Name/Handle: Will
Contact: AIM: xiiibiades
Personal LJ: glasgow_smilin
CHARACTER
Name: The Joker
Series: Batman
Canon:The Dark Knight
Age: Unknown
History:
Infuriatingly little is known about the past of Gotham's most notorious criminal. Despite the efforts of Arkham's best psychologists and Gotham Police Department's best investigators, almost nothing has, or can be, verified about the Joker's past prior to his rise as a supercriminal. Varying and conflicting reports, ranging from childhood abuse to gang involvement to drug use, all unverifiable, have been used to explain what would cause a man to set a city on fire.
The best explanation would be: Batman.
What is known is that the Joker's grand appearance in Gotham began with a series of perfectly planned, timed, and executed bank robberies, all employed against specific mob banks. The Gotham Justice Department was too focused on taking down the mob to be distracted by what they viewed as a petty criminal. Even the mob refused to take the face-painted psychopath seriously, and they, too, paid the price.
When Batman captured the mob's Hong Kong-based accountant, ignoring international jurisdiction, the Joker, too, escalated his efforts. He promised Gotham that for each night that Batman didn't reveal his identity, a person would die. Aiming to destabilize the city, he followed through on his promise: first the police commissioner, then the judge presiding over the mob trials.
While the defenders of Gotham had put together a clever ploy in order to draw the Joker out, this only gave the supervillain a chance to display the truth: that they were far out of their league. By the time they captured the Joker, he had already taken control of half the mob, and with the GPD almost completely corrupted by the mob's influence, escape was simple. Unfortunately, the Joker's plans extended far beyond simple escape.
In a mind-warping death-trap that would force Batman to make a choice about who would live or die, the woman he loved or the only man that could actually defeat the mob, the Joker destroyed what was left of Batman's humanity and twisted apart Harvey Dent's psyche. Dent, already mentally unstable, was easy to turn against Gotham; a heart-to-heart conversation with the Joker turned Gotham's white knight into a murderous criminal.
Having taken complete control of the mob and forcing Gotham to bend to his will, the Joker continued to wreak havoc on the city, driving the population into a terrified frenzy, culminating in a ploy to force two boatfuls of people, one filled with prisoners and the other with innocent civilians, to blow themselves up. He had overlooked one thing, however: the lengths at which Batman was willing to go to bring him in.
With a machine that gave the Dark Knight near-omniscience about everything that happened in Gotham, public or private, he was able to track down the Joker and bring him to justice. A duel in an unfinished high-rise project, resulted in the Joker pinning Batman down and preparing to blow both ships up himself. Before he could, however, Batman got the better of him, kicking him over the edge of the highrise.
Laughing the entire way down, the Joker plummeted toward the ground. By the time Batman fired his grappling hook to save him from the fall, the laughing had already stopped. The Joker had disappeared into thin air.
Personality:
The Joker is a psychopathic anarchist, pure and simple. He thrives on chaos, violence, and destruction. He is most at home during riots, mass murders, bank robberies- anything that destabilizes society and reduces mankind to the slobbering, terrified animal the Joker sees in it every day.
He defined himself by his opposition to Batman. Where Batman broke all rules but one, cutting through the rule of law and acting on his own, the Joker insisted that there were no rules, that Batman was just as insane as he was and that clinging to the one rule made him weak. The Joker hasn't yet been proven wrong.
The Joker is a criminal genius, possessing a range of deadly skills so wide and deep that it would make Ragnar Benson blush. This genius is well-hidden, however, behind his mental instability and the savage methods he employs to induce terror. He has no sense of empathy or conscience whatsoever, and is completely unhindered, making him lethally unpredictable.
Third-Person Sample:
"...ow."
He winced and opened his eyes to see nothing but concrete, close-up. He got to his feet, passing a purple-gloved hand over his face, taking some of the face-paint with it. There was a small pool of blood where he had laid over the concrete. His nose was crusted with it.
The Joker rolled his upper lip up and down, then popped his jaw. This was followed by a neck-roll. My, was he sore. He wobbled, twisting about to look at his surroundings. Wasn't he just falling into the street? Hadn't he just won?
His whole face hurt. Maybe he had landed. This wasn't Gotham, though, that was for sure. And there was a bag resting by where he'd landed. Curioser and curioser.
He picked up the bag and started limping down the alley, realizing he'd busted more than his face. His right knee was killing him. As he hobbled along, he opened up the bag and started rummaging through it. Then he stopped. Despite the pain and the grogginess, there was a glint in his beady black eyes.
Pistol. Clips of ammunition. A couple grenades. Knives. War paints. A lighter. Treasure map. A... PDA. He reached past the device and kept digging. At the bottom of the bag, he found... drumroll please...
Ta-daa! ...a keyring. With plenty of keys. And a label.
With a frown, the Joker jingled the keys, looking them over. The label had only a smily face on one side, and on the other there was written, 'More where this came from'.
"Uh-huh," he voiced, dropping the keys in the bag. A mystery. Maybe some fun to be had at the end of the yellow brick road. Well, a mystery it would be, then. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he continued on his wobbly way, whistling 'If I Only Had A Brain', and poorly.
First-Person Sample Journal Post:
[The sound feed clicks on, but there's no video to accompany it. There is the sound of muttering coming from somewhere.]
"Come on, come on, come on..."
[Three pulses of static, three muffled impacts, and finally, there is video. First there is only the face: bloody, scratched, smeared with white and black paint, painful-looking scars stretching up from the corner of his lips. The lips, chapped and cracking, part in a sickening grin, revealing small and yellowed teeth. Beady eyes encircled by faded black makeup bore into the camera. The video pulls away, revealing that he is outside, standing in front of a worn brick building. He zooms it back in.]
"There we go. Good. Now... anybody home?"