Post by The Joker on Oct 5, 2008 15:13:34 GMT -5
*Note: Joker is known as a fourth-wall character. He is the only character in the DC universe to ever acknowledge the audience. Because of this, I have chosen to use first person to depict his bio and will be doing so in future RP posts.
Basic Information:
Real name: Joe Kerr….it just doesn’t get old.
Current Alias: The Joker
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere in the 40’s
Occupation: Homicidal Maniac
Marital Status: Alone, but not lonely….I have my pets.
Alignment: Playfully evil….really depends on how you look at it
Affiliation(s): I don’t play well with others, but I guess you can take notation of the few I have worked with: Injustice Gang; Injustice League; The Society; Club of Villains.
Characteristics
Height: 6’5
Weight: 195
Eyes: Tell me you love my eyes….they’re a lovely shade of green.
Hair: Green, to match my eyes.
Character Type: Only Human
Description: I have beautiful porcelain skin with a dashing smile that’s sure to stop your heart. I’m slim….I try to stay away from fatty foods (that stuff can kill ya). I often wear bright majestic colors, such as purple and green, and sometimes orange. You can catch me posing there in the picture above. Ain’t I a beauty?
Personality
Ah, what makes me the most dangerous villain of them all? It’s because I’m so damn unpredictable! Some might call be instable, but my instability lies in that I have a need for making others instable as well. On the path to destroy Batman, I will stop at nothing. If anyone gets in my path, they will be destroyed as well. I don’t have any reservations for stopping one’s life or giving another person an incentive to go mad.
I often get bored and tend to reinvent myself. Doing so makes me feel sort of artistic. By reinventing myself frequently, I find that it is harder to keep alliances that way. One day I might praise a good friend, and the next I will condemned that person. I only commit “crime” in order for people to see the bigger picture. Rarely does it ever work out that way because few understand my actions. Alas, I am a man of my own thoughts and my antics only make sense to myself.
History
To brief you on my history, would be to lie to you. I, myself, have a very vague recollection of my past. So it’s all a matter of which story that you would like to hear. Let me give some multiple choice answers.
(B) When I was just young lad, I worked my way up the criminal ladder as a two-bit gangster. I grew to become the leader of a powerful mob. Later on in my career, I adapted the “Red Hood” character to perform some of my more meager crimes. After a fateful meeting with The Dark Knight, my face was quickly disfigured. From that point on I researched my crimes in order to make it look like the work of an insane genius in order to continue with my vendetta against Batman.
(C) I took a peculiar interest with the bat early on. Becoming increasingly bored with the work I was doing I chose to crash a museum ball to attract his attention. In the process of holding it up, poor Lorna Shore was injured. Boy did that piss off the bat for some strange reason. As I was making my escape, he .hits me dead in the face with one of his batarangs, Still pretty peeved, Batman sells me out to a few mobsters whom I made upset. These happy-go-lucky mobsters took me to a chemical plant where they tortured poor little defenseless me. I bravely took them out only to fall into an empty vat. Wild gunfire punctured one tanks about me and flooded me with toxins only to give me the lovely face I have today.
(D) My loving father was an alcoholic. The drink always did get the best of him. One night, he had more to drink than usual. He dove for my mother, only she was chopping vegetables at the time and she shielded herself with the kitchen knife. He takes the knife out of her hand and cuts away at her while laughing.
“Why so serious?” He exclaims. With my mother’s lifeless body still on the floor, he lunges at me. He puts the blade in my mouth, and asks again:
“Why so serious? Let’s put a smile on that face.”
And that he does! That’s my dad, gotta love him.
(E) My former wife had a gambling problem. She goes in too deep and racks up quite a debt with some loan sharks. They make an example out of her and carve her face. We were never able to save enough money for the surgeries to fix her scars. All I ever wanted was to see her smile again. In my undying devotion to her, I stuck a razor in my mouth to show her that I didn’t care about scars. She couldn’t stand the sight of me, and left me.
How about that? Now I smile all the time. [/ul]
Powers and Abilities
Known Powers: None
Known Abilities:
Strength Level: I’m without any will to live, and have a high threshold for pain. I have an equal strength level with that of any other human man, and I exercise regularly. Though at times, I tend to have adrenaline surges and my strength surpasses my normal level.
Weaknesses:
Accessories
Equipment:I use many handy and deadly devices in my exploits.
Transportation:
Weapons:
Sample Role Play Post
Through my peripheral, I could see the nurse walking down the corridor. She was coming toward me in her pale grey scrubs. The idea of someone wearing something so drab is still so surreal to me. She had a small paper tub in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. I suppose she’s coming to give me my daily bread….ha. Of course she stops at the door and our eyes meet. She waits for it….waits for it and here they come. I have to say I’m pretty impressed with Arkham Asylum upping on their security….kudos to them.
They’re actually quite some fools. Do they really think that I can be sedated? Sure, my last run-in with the bat left me a defeated, but I always rise again. The nurse’s two goons come in ahead of her. They grab me up and keep a firm grip on me. It’s pointless, really. I’m not going to exert myself by putting up a struggle. You’d think that they didn’t trust me by the way the act toward me here.
“Dear dame, I say why so serious? Don’t let my grin fool you; it saddens me that you seem so despised of me. I mean you no harm…..yet”
As I spoke, I became stricken with laugher. My fair lady does not seem amused by any of this. She tilted her head slightly and paused. She took a deep breath and sighed.
“Sir, I really need you to cooperate. We can do this one of two ways. You can either kindly take this medication yourself or these two gentlemen can hold you down while I inject you with it. So, how do you want to do this?”
Still laughing hysterically at the time, I reply to her.
“I have to say I do love a woman who takes force. I did look into the whole S&M thing, but it never really did appeal to me. I just don’t think there is another human alive that can endure the pain that I like to give. Then again, I haven’t met everyone in the world. Is it too personal to ask what your preference is?”
Obviously, still not amused she answers back.
“Okay, it seems you want to take the more difficult route. Fellas restrain him please.”
I straighten up.
“Alright….no need for the hysterics, my love. I will cooperate.”
She brings the paper tub to my lips and tilts it toward me. She has me open wide and checks to see that I ingested the pills and then proceeds to assist me in drinking the water. She seems satisfied and turns to leave, but not without first asking me one last thing.
“Now that you are a bit saner, I would like to collect a bit of information from you. For the record, what is your real name?”
I let out a great big chuckle.
“Well darling, the name is Joseph Kerr, but you can call me Joe Kerr….hahahaha….hahahaha….haha..haaa”
She leaves me to my own frenzy and once again I can hear the silence. I go take one more peek at the windowed door. The coast is clear. I hack up the pills. They didn’t seem to agree with me. Then I venture back to the lone mattress they have set out for me. I sit and I wait. One of the guards, that were here earlier, returns.
“Okay boss, if this is gonna work out, you’re gonna have to start giving less lip. It builds suspicion that way, when you go off of the mouth like that.”
“Poor lowly minion, I DO know what I am doing. Don’t underestimate my foolery. I’m only biding my time. Haha…it’s working out perfectly if I must say so myself. Gotham will soon be in a condition that I need it to be in for my reappearance.”
“I don’t know boss, you know Batman has been cleaning up house pretty good.”
“Don’t you get it by now? That’s exactly how I want it…haha….haha. Now, where's my real remedy?”
“I got it right here. It was hell to get it. They have a pretty tight close on your old hideout. There was cops everywhere. Lucky, I got a cousin that works on the force that was able to ‘look the other way.’ You know, I ain’t too smart, but I gets the job done.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear. Now give my goods and be gone from my sight. I get stage fright, you know. I don’t need anyone breathing down my neck while I’m working.”
“Okay boss, I have to get out of here anyway. Someone might start getting suspicious.”
Of course, he had no idea why I wanted my good old ‘juice’ back. Just a touch of this stuff in the asylum’s water supply, and I could basically walk out the front door. The best part is they won’t see it coming. If only he knew he was just a mere pawn in this whole game. Well just a small price to pay for working for me. Hmm…looking around these walls I think I’m going to quite miss these four padded walls.
Look out Gotham, make way for Joe Kerr…hahaha….hahaha…hahaha.
Basic Information:
Real name: Joe Kerr….it just doesn’t get old.
Current Alias: The Joker
Gender: Male
Age: Somewhere in the 40’s
Occupation: Homicidal Maniac
Marital Status: Alone, but not lonely….I have my pets.
Alignment: Playfully evil….really depends on how you look at it
Affiliation(s): I don’t play well with others, but I guess you can take notation of the few I have worked with: Injustice Gang; Injustice League; The Society; Club of Villains.
Characteristics
Height: 6’5
Weight: 195
Eyes: Tell me you love my eyes….they’re a lovely shade of green.
Hair: Green, to match my eyes.
Character Type: Only Human
Description: I have beautiful porcelain skin with a dashing smile that’s sure to stop your heart. I’m slim….I try to stay away from fatty foods (that stuff can kill ya). I often wear bright majestic colors, such as purple and green, and sometimes orange. You can catch me posing there in the picture above. Ain’t I a beauty?
Personality
Ah, what makes me the most dangerous villain of them all? It’s because I’m so damn unpredictable! Some might call be instable, but my instability lies in that I have a need for making others instable as well. On the path to destroy Batman, I will stop at nothing. If anyone gets in my path, they will be destroyed as well. I don’t have any reservations for stopping one’s life or giving another person an incentive to go mad.
I often get bored and tend to reinvent myself. Doing so makes me feel sort of artistic. By reinventing myself frequently, I find that it is harder to keep alliances that way. One day I might praise a good friend, and the next I will condemned that person. I only commit “crime” in order for people to see the bigger picture. Rarely does it ever work out that way because few understand my actions. Alas, I am a man of my own thoughts and my antics only make sense to myself.
- Sadistic: I’ll admit it, I get my kicks out of seeing others in pain. I enjoy inflicting physical and mental damage on my victims/playthings. If only for a short while, I relish in the thought of someone’s humiliation by my own hands. I’ve gone as far as to paralyze women and make their fathers cry at their nude pictures (well, one woman, so far).
- Unpredictable: The only predictable thing about me is that you can expect something unpredictable. I do this by instilling fear and creating chaos. My main goal is to ensure that no one will be able to foresee the results of my tricks. Many times, I do not even know how things will end. Organization is meaningless and futile, and I spit on order.
- Incalculable: I go to extremes with most of my plans. The more grand and dangerous an act is, the better it is for my cause. I do things according to my own sense of twisted logic. I have no desire for money and have no problems with spending immense amounts on executing my objectives.
- Obsessive: My biggest obsession is with Batman. I ask myself day in and day out, what would I do without him? I have much respect for the man (in some sense). Him and I, me and him….we are destined to fight forever. This tends to happen when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. Besides the bat, my other dream is to implant as much anarchy into Gotham by any means necessary.
- Insane: I am quite insane. I like to think of myself as emanating a sort of super-sanity. I believe that in all reality I am sane and that all my actions are done because I am just simply bored with everyday life. I’m not really insane, I’m just too clever for my own good.
- Cruel: I view killing as a sport and because of this I’m considered not possess any kind bone in my body. Oh, how I do enjoy playing with victims as a cat toys with its meal. Yes, sometimes those who work for me will have to end their tenure by my hand. I put a whole new take on the word terminated. You can say that after I “fire” them, they are never able to work in any town again.
History
To brief you on my history, would be to lie to you. I, myself, have a very vague recollection of my past. So it’s all a matter of which story that you would like to hear. Let me give some multiple choice answers.
(B) When I was just young lad, I worked my way up the criminal ladder as a two-bit gangster. I grew to become the leader of a powerful mob. Later on in my career, I adapted the “Red Hood” character to perform some of my more meager crimes. After a fateful meeting with The Dark Knight, my face was quickly disfigured. From that point on I researched my crimes in order to make it look like the work of an insane genius in order to continue with my vendetta against Batman.
(C) I took a peculiar interest with the bat early on. Becoming increasingly bored with the work I was doing I chose to crash a museum ball to attract his attention. In the process of holding it up, poor Lorna Shore was injured. Boy did that piss off the bat for some strange reason. As I was making my escape, he .hits me dead in the face with one of his batarangs, Still pretty peeved, Batman sells me out to a few mobsters whom I made upset. These happy-go-lucky mobsters took me to a chemical plant where they tortured poor little defenseless me. I bravely took them out only to fall into an empty vat. Wild gunfire punctured one tanks about me and flooded me with toxins only to give me the lovely face I have today.
(D) My loving father was an alcoholic. The drink always did get the best of him. One night, he had more to drink than usual. He dove for my mother, only she was chopping vegetables at the time and she shielded herself with the kitchen knife. He takes the knife out of her hand and cuts away at her while laughing.
“Why so serious?” He exclaims. With my mother’s lifeless body still on the floor, he lunges at me. He puts the blade in my mouth, and asks again:
“Why so serious? Let’s put a smile on that face.”
And that he does! That’s my dad, gotta love him.
(E) My former wife had a gambling problem. She goes in too deep and racks up quite a debt with some loan sharks. They make an example out of her and carve her face. We were never able to save enough money for the surgeries to fix her scars. All I ever wanted was to see her smile again. In my undying devotion to her, I stuck a razor in my mouth to show her that I didn’t care about scars. She couldn’t stand the sight of me, and left me.
How about that? Now I smile all the time. [/ul]
Powers and Abilities
Known Powers: None
Known Abilities:
- Strategist: The world is just one big chess game for me. Each move that is delivered is unpredictable, yet perfectly deliberated. Most things I do tend to have a domino effect to them. One laid plan only leads to the demolition of something else.
- Chemist: If I must say so myself, I make one heck of a Joker Venom. I am able to concoct many variations of this poison.
- Tainted Blood: One of the most unique things about me is that my very own blood is actually very poisonous. It’s a wonder how I can even still be alive, well not really. It’s because of this, that I have immunity to the many toxins that I use to infect my victims.
- Brawler: For a man of my considerable size, I have to say I can sure knock a guy a out! Or girl, I don’t have a preference for socking it to someone. Although, I’m not any Superman or even Batman for that matter, I make up in agility where I lack in strength. I’m a dirty fighter and tend to bite sometimes. You better get your shots after fighting with me!
- Practical: Sometimes I have to use whatever is available in order for my plans to succeed. I can turn almost any situation around in my favor. I always do plenty of research for my prospects. So if things happen to be going terribly wrong, I can easily toy with the emotions with the parties involved. You have to hit ‘em where it hurts!
- Pain Resistance:: The exposure to my many magnificent chemicals have heightened my resistance to pain.
- Joker Venom Immunity: Well DUH! I’m immune to my own venom.
- Cheating Death: I can’t really explain it, but I happen to escape the hands of the Grim Reaper many times. I have had everything imaginable done to me from being shot to being electrocuted and I still manage to get back on my feet somehow. It’s something that amazes even me.
- Inventor: I do love all my lovely gadgets. No one else seems to love my comedic weapons quite as much as I do.
- Sleight Of Hand: I’m quick with my hands. I can pull out concealed weapons with the quickness and steal someone’s wallet all in the same instance. I even have time to do a few ‘magic tricks.’ Also note that some of my magic tricks have even caused me to escape. What? Are these handcuffs on me? Look again. Now they're on you.
- Disguise: I love to play dress up and go incognito in order to throw off my foes.
- Intimidation: No one seems to like a crazy killer clown that can seep through even their most intimate dreams.
- Resourceful: There are times when I run into large sums of money. I sometiimes come across some rare items that others might pay a pretty penny for. I need lots of money for a lot of the things I have planned...
Strength Level: I’m without any will to live, and have a high threshold for pain. I have an equal strength level with that of any other human man, and I exercise regularly. Though at times, I tend to have adrenaline surges and my strength surpasses my normal level.
Weaknesses:
- Batman:: Oh, my dear Batman. I must state again where would I be without him? I basically cannot function without my dear friend. During his retirement, I was comatose. I don’t have a need to live if I can’t portray the antagonist of his life story. Many times it is my obsession that fails me and causes my plans to be botched.
- Penetrable Skin: Alas, I am only human. Though I can take a few shots, I am vulnerable to bullets.
- Everybody’s a critic: When you’re such an infamous guy as me, you might make a few fans…..but you make a few enemies along the way. I have made a few other villains upset in the past, I can only think that they will try and repay me for my debts.
- The joke’s on me: Sometimes I get so caught up with the punch line that I miss out on some very important things. I might have lost a few battles when my laughter got the best of me.
Accessories
Equipment:I use many handy and deadly devices in my exploits.
Transportation:
- Jetpack:I use this every now and then when I have to make a quick getaway from the bat. I just strap it on and propel myself right out of any “sticky” situations.
- Jokermobile:Every now and then, I like to make appearances with my tricked out roadster. Hey, it gets me places.
Weapons:
- Joy Buzzer:I tweaked a normal joy buzzer and gave it extra oomph. It gives the recipient a lethal dose of electricity. Some find it very ‘shocking.’
- Razor-sharp Playing Cards:With a simple flick of the wrist, it can slice through skin easily. Pick a card, any card.
- Acid Flower:Sometimes it sprays Joker venom….other times it sprays water. Then there are times when it sprays nothing at all. Care to take a whiff?
- Got’cha Gun:My trusty gun shoots a flag that simply says “BANG!” Tricky….tricky…tricky. Just to mess with you, I’ll pull the trigger and….oops you’re impaled with the flag. Let’s play Russian roulette.
Sample Role Play Post
Through my peripheral, I could see the nurse walking down the corridor. She was coming toward me in her pale grey scrubs. The idea of someone wearing something so drab is still so surreal to me. She had a small paper tub in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. I suppose she’s coming to give me my daily bread….ha. Of course she stops at the door and our eyes meet. She waits for it….waits for it and here they come. I have to say I’m pretty impressed with Arkham Asylum upping on their security….kudos to them.
They’re actually quite some fools. Do they really think that I can be sedated? Sure, my last run-in with the bat left me a defeated, but I always rise again. The nurse’s two goons come in ahead of her. They grab me up and keep a firm grip on me. It’s pointless, really. I’m not going to exert myself by putting up a struggle. You’d think that they didn’t trust me by the way the act toward me here.
“Dear dame, I say why so serious? Don’t let my grin fool you; it saddens me that you seem so despised of me. I mean you no harm…..yet”
As I spoke, I became stricken with laugher. My fair lady does not seem amused by any of this. She tilted her head slightly and paused. She took a deep breath and sighed.
“Sir, I really need you to cooperate. We can do this one of two ways. You can either kindly take this medication yourself or these two gentlemen can hold you down while I inject you with it. So, how do you want to do this?”
Still laughing hysterically at the time, I reply to her.
“I have to say I do love a woman who takes force. I did look into the whole S&M thing, but it never really did appeal to me. I just don’t think there is another human alive that can endure the pain that I like to give. Then again, I haven’t met everyone in the world. Is it too personal to ask what your preference is?”
Obviously, still not amused she answers back.
“Okay, it seems you want to take the more difficult route. Fellas restrain him please.”
I straighten up.
“Alright….no need for the hysterics, my love. I will cooperate.”
She brings the paper tub to my lips and tilts it toward me. She has me open wide and checks to see that I ingested the pills and then proceeds to assist me in drinking the water. She seems satisfied and turns to leave, but not without first asking me one last thing.
“Now that you are a bit saner, I would like to collect a bit of information from you. For the record, what is your real name?”
I let out a great big chuckle.
“Well darling, the name is Joseph Kerr, but you can call me Joe Kerr….hahahaha….hahahaha….haha..haaa”
She leaves me to my own frenzy and once again I can hear the silence. I go take one more peek at the windowed door. The coast is clear. I hack up the pills. They didn’t seem to agree with me. Then I venture back to the lone mattress they have set out for me. I sit and I wait. One of the guards, that were here earlier, returns.
“Okay boss, if this is gonna work out, you’re gonna have to start giving less lip. It builds suspicion that way, when you go off of the mouth like that.”
“Poor lowly minion, I DO know what I am doing. Don’t underestimate my foolery. I’m only biding my time. Haha…it’s working out perfectly if I must say so myself. Gotham will soon be in a condition that I need it to be in for my reappearance.”
“I don’t know boss, you know Batman has been cleaning up house pretty good.”
“Don’t you get it by now? That’s exactly how I want it…haha….haha. Now, where's my real remedy?”
“I got it right here. It was hell to get it. They have a pretty tight close on your old hideout. There was cops everywhere. Lucky, I got a cousin that works on the force that was able to ‘look the other way.’ You know, I ain’t too smart, but I gets the job done.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear. Now give my goods and be gone from my sight. I get stage fright, you know. I don’t need anyone breathing down my neck while I’m working.”
“Okay boss, I have to get out of here anyway. Someone might start getting suspicious.”
Of course, he had no idea why I wanted my good old ‘juice’ back. Just a touch of this stuff in the asylum’s water supply, and I could basically walk out the front door. The best part is they won’t see it coming. If only he knew he was just a mere pawn in this whole game. Well just a small price to pay for working for me. Hmm…looking around these walls I think I’m going to quite miss these four padded walls.
Look out Gotham, make way for Joe Kerr…hahaha….hahaha…hahaha.
Code Word: Anti - Life Equation
