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PLAYER:
Name: Jen
Personal Journal: penguins_queen
Contact Info:aim- whispersno
CHARACTER:
Name: Joker
Source: The Dark Knight
History:
The Joker isn't even too sure of his past. He remembers having a wife and then he remembers her dying. That's about it. So with his very creative imagination, he makes up things to fill in the holes of his past. The truth is that he did indeed have a wife, who was pregnant. She was murdered by a corrupted cop whom had previously forced him,Joker-who was called Jake at the time, into committing crimes for money. The rest is history. It should be noted his parents were not the best parents. Of course, the Joker doesn't really remember all that or doesn't want to. After all, if you're going to have a past, why have only one when you can have multiple choices?
What he does remember, quite vividly, is his adventures in Gotham as the Joker. When Bruce Wayne was still training with Ra's al Ghul, the Joker was still Jack. Somewhere in between then and Bruce Wayne's return to Gotham, the Joker was born. He also got his scar somewhere in between then. How? Just ask.
While the Joker did find the Batman interesting, his initial reason for robbing the bank was simply to cause chaos and spark the mob's attention. After offering to the mob a dead Batman for half of their money, he was refused and threatened. Well, that just didn't sit well with him. So he killed Gambol and took control of his men. Then Batman came into the picture and got Lau to testify again the mob. That's no fun. So he killed one of the 'fake Batmen' to use as an example, people will die every day, unless Batman revealed his identity. Harvey Dent did the unexpected and announced himself as the Batman, to lure the Joker out. It worked. Batman and Gordon managed to captured the Joker when he was attempting to stop the van carrying Dent. It seems like the end.
The Joker had other plans, however. There were more corrupted cops in the police force than the police knew about. It 'just so happened' Rachel Dawes and Harvey Dent got in the car with said corrupted officers. They were tied up in a room full of explosive. Batman goes to interrogate the Joker for their whereabouts, quite brutally. Though the Joker was busy laughing at Batman's antics, he gave him the locations. Not only were Dent and Dawes far apart enough that Batman would be unable to save both, he also mixed the locations up. So Batman saved Dent instead of Dawes, who died in the explosion.
Back with the Joker who ,while getting comfortable in his handcuffs, decided he should go soon. He provoked the guard to attack him and managed to gain the upper hand. With the guard held as hostage, he threatened the other officers to give him “his phone call”. When he got it, he triggered the bomb, literally inside one of the inmates, and escaped with Lau. Later, he burned his half of the money he stole and Lau, killing him. He also killed Chenchen and took his men too, seeing a trend here? At this point, he realized Batman was way too much fun to kill, the mob had nothing against him. So he decided that Batman didn't have to remove his mask after all. Unluckily, Coleman Reese had figured out Batman's identity and was planning to reveal it. Well, no.
To counteract Reese, the Joker gave the public a choice, either Reese dies or a hospital goes kaboom. As the police goes to evacuate the hospital, the Joker stuck in as a nurse to confront Dent. Being the clever man he is, he managed to convinced a deranged Dent that it was Batman's and Gordon's and everybody's fault, except for his, that Rachel died. He released Dent and blew up the empty hospital. It was time for his final act.
Basically having control of all the major mobs in Gotham, he threatened the public once again. Anybody left in the city would be subject to his rule. Authorities began evacuating people in two separate ferries, one for convicts and the other for the citizens. Just as planned because the Joker rigged both ferries with bombs. Once again, it was a game of choice. One of the ferries will have to blow the other one, or he will blow them both up by midnight. However, he didn't foresee something. The people of Gotham, even the convicts, were not as corrupted as him is. By midnight, neither of them activated the bombs. Just as he was able to finish the job himself, Batman came to save the day. He saved the Joker from falling off, despite what he's done, and left him for the SWAT team to stop Dent. However, it is shown that the Joker escaped in the final scene, either due to his corrupted cops or by himself.
Personality:
Like in some card games, the Joker is the wild card or at least wild. He's unpredictable, most of the time doing things on a whim. However,he does 'plan' despite what he says. It's just never a straight forward plan. He could plant bombs in a hospital one day, but he doesn't know exactly when he wants to initiate them. On the other hand, he's rather intelligent and manipulative, able to see through other people's plan easily. Knowing what to do or say to bait the other person or produce his desire reaction. These traits make him extremely dangerous.
The Joker is crazy, but he doesn't quite think so. He knows his actions may seem crazy to the mass public and he's fine with that, but he's not too keen on other people calling him crazy. When someone does point him out to be a freak, his usual playful sort of tone changes into something a little more serious. He's also a sadomasochist. He has no problem harming innocent people or even his own henchmen for his plan and seems to enjoy that very much. He also doesn't seem to have a problem with being in pain himself and actually started to laugh hysterically the few times he got injured. His sadism is made more obvious as he prefers using knives over guns, more personal, less quick, and more pain.
If the Joker had a middle name or maybe even a different name, it would be chaos. That's one of the things that drives the Joker to do what he does. To see the order of Gotham has unraveled. Why? Because it's entertaining! To see good normal people turn into what they scorn. “Oh, I'll next sink down to his level.” To see good normal people turn into something.. more like him. To see Batman attempt to stop him. It all just too much fun!
Biggest Fear: Not getting the recognition he deserves, becoming mundane, dull.
Powers: None... he's just insane. With that in mind, it's a lot harder to mindraep someone when their mind is already to messed up.
SAMPLES:
Third Person: The Joker has been wandering the forest for a good hour and he was getting rather bored. The forest was surrounded by thick mist with no sign of life, but the trees seemed to move in an eerie way anyways. He walked around kicking the rotting leaves on the ground, laughing at nothing in particular. He could care less. In fact, he couldn't be more at home, unless he was at Gotham. Actually, Gotham wasn't all that different at night. Just add a few more buildings here and there and this could be his very own Gotham!
Except the forest would be missing Batman and that's what makes Gotham truly interesting. Oh, what the heck? Throw in a few mobsters, Dent and that crazy psychologist too! Now that's home! He stopped and looked at what he just stumbled upon. A large abandon cabin. He shrugged, even though no one can see him; he supposes that could be ‘home’ for now. With a little jump in his step, he kicked the door down.
He strolled right in and headed straight towards the kitchen, without bothering to spare a glance at anything else. After all, that kitchen is generally the most dangerous room in a household, with all those lovely, lovely knives. It's odd how people will eat in a possible war zone, yet they’ll jump out of their skin if they see a gun. Quickly rummaging through all the drawers, he managed to find four knives but, to his disappointment, all were rather dull and rusty. He took the smallest one and stabbed the cabinet's hard wooden surface. It bended in a sloppy u-shaped and he threw it in the sink without a second thought. The knives may have limited use, but not zero use so; he pocketed all but the bent knife. Not at all happy with his findings, he grunted and opened the refrigerator. Empty beer cans and fungi. Useless. He slammed the door close so hard that a few pieces of what looks to be the ceiling fell. Obviously whoever lived here wasn't planning on living very long. Or maybe, his hand twitched, something scared the previous owner away. He grinned and suddenly cheered up, now that would be interesting.
Then, something caught the Joker's eyes, 'Hoover' scratched upon the cabinet surface. Maybe he's the forest version of the "big, scary Batman" or a desperate man attempting to prevent being forgotten. But what difference does it make? It all meant that there's someone out there, someone he'd like to meet, someone he'd like to play with. Taking his penknife, he scratched a line through 'Hoover' and craved 'Joker' underneath. There's no better way to introduce yourself and mark your territory like a name on a kitchen cabinet. Now bored with the kitchen, he returned to the common area and head up the stairs. Maybe there's something a little more personal in the bedrooms. He didn't want to be rude and takes someone’s house without knowing anything about them! Kicking the first door he saw, he found it undisturbed. Well, he can change that.
Boring. Boring. Oh, that could be- boring. He almost lost complete interest in the house, until he reached the master's bedroom. After going through the same process as he did with the kitchen and other bedrooms, he found a shot gun and ammunition case. Now why would someone need a gun in such a dead forest? Unless there was something out there... this could be fun, he couldn't be happier if Batman himself showed up. The opportunity for chaos. The familiar jolt of excitement fueled his body. He laughed to the empty house.
"Oh,' Hoover'. I almost lost hope there." He walked out of the room grinning from ear to ear and headed toward the stairs.
There was a soft rustling of leaves and then creaking. A visitor! Hiding his knife, but making sure it was not more than a quick motion away he slowly made his way down the stairs.
"Welcome, welcome!” He walked down with his arms open wide.”You know, you really should knock before entering someone’s house, but I'll let it slide if you give me some information. Oh, nothing big, rather small in fact."
”And don't mind the mess in the house, I'm just doing some spring.. “ He flashed his yellow-stained teeth like a million dollar smile.”cleaning.”
First Person: AGVNEAGJMEA.123ER4
Oops. Clumsy me. Technology isn't really my strong point. I prefer real interactions. It's easier to get things done that way.
If you know what I mean.
I'm your friendly neighborhood clown. Maybe someone would be so kind to tell me where I am? I'll even show you a magic trick if you do.
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