Post by Edward Nygma on Mar 18, 2009 14:16:30 GMT
Approved!
Full Name: Edward Nashton
Alias: Edward Nygma, The Riddler
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Owner of the 'Mystery' nightclub, informant, hacker, go-between
Affiliations: Various among the criminal society
Personality: Nygma is clever with words, and can often insult somebody without them realising. Though he despises stupid people, he see's everybody as stupid; which leads him to generally loathe society. He believes other people simply exist to fulfil his needs, whatever those needs are.
Although he isn't threatening by appearance, he knows how to mince words til peoples blood runs cold. He takes satisfaction from being able to render people silent through his quick, deep thinking, and never passes up a chance to show off his intelligence. Simple people bore him; he'd much rather waste time pondering the 'hows' and 'whys' of life than endure a conversation with no merit to his brain.
Unique Traits/Skills: As a fighter, Nygma isn't skilled in martial arts. He depends upon his small stature and quick thinking to see him through; or his henchmen, who are usually much more suited to the task.
Should he choose to kill, Nygma prefers to get blood on his own hands. He carries a crude cane, fashioned from pieces of sharpened steel bound together to form a hook-like question mark.
His most unique trait is his seeming inability to commit a crime without leaving a clue. Such is his delusion that he is superior to all, that he leaves taunting riddles after (and sometimes before) a crime, so he can laugh at the stupidity of those who fail to stop him.
Appearance: Edward tends to dress as a normal business man unless conducting himself as The Riddler.
As The Riddler, Nygma takes inspiration from the clientele of his industrial nightclub. His red-black hair is straightened, and his face disguised through aviation goggles and make-up; chalk-white foundation with dark green (almost black) on his lips. His trenchcoat, green in colour, is adorned with crudely stitched question marks, and his bare stomach has been tattooed with a ring of question marks.
Edward Nygma
((Will get a photo manip sorted, to better match the character))
Celebrity name: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
History:
Edward is a genius, and he knows it. While he's often content to remain in the background, he does enjoy occasionally pitting people against one another and attempting to work out the outcome before the end.
Formerly a computer software programmer for Wayne Enterprises, Edward was fired after being linked to various strains of potent viruses affecting the company's systems. Though he could never be explicitly named as the perpetrator, the incident was enough to ensure Edward Nashton would never work with computers again.
Enraged at his own failure, Edward changed his surname to Nygma, and began seeking new enterprises. It became quickly apparent that, despite the recent surfacing of the vigilante 'Batman', the criminals still held all the power in Gotham City. The incident in The Narrows alone was enough to repopulate the waning numbers of active criminals and mobsters in the city; but the true calling came when The Joker, a perpetrator of chaos, made his mark upon the city.
With no Harvey Dent or Rachel Dawes to incarcerate Gotham's criminals, and the public scandal surrounding The Batman, Edward approached various figures from the criminal underworld; prominent among them was the remnant of the Falcone crime family.
Though they were reluctant to entrust their money to an unassuming computer hacker, they took a gamble and established a front for his activities; a brand new night club in Gotham's East Side, called 'Mystery'.
Nygma became known as The Riddler, shortly after he hacked five of Gotham's banks and reimbursed the Falcone crime family for the money they'd put into him; the only trace of the hack was a riddle he'd left behind.
Though The Riddler appears to be a simple young man earning his money by providing for criminals, he is not without his own agenda. What that agenda is, he tells nobody. But when Gotham's defenders underestimate the Riddler's strength, they'll need to take into account that he has one muscle that matters; his brain.
Sample Post:
Edward had to admire the fine cuisine of his own club. During the early hours, some of the city's finest chefs slaved over food for the upstanding citizens that wanted to branch out before their next business meeting, or simply didn't have enough time to cook their own food. Or were too lazy to do so. Either way, 'Mystery' had become a nice little earner in it's own right, despite the intentions behind it's construction. And even though the club hosted some of the most bizarre clients during the nights, it was reputed as the best restaraunt in Gotham from dawn til dusk.
"Are you listening to me?" Thorne asked. He hadn't even touched his salmon encroute. Edward simply sighed.
"My simple friend, I don't need to listen to you" he replied, examining the small chunk of chicken on his fork.
"What do you mean?" Thorne asked, taking a sip of wine; the first indication he'd taken that he'd been provided with free refreshments.
"The answer is in the question. You wish to know where the Batman is, but you haven't begun to study the glaringly obvious" Edward said, matter-of-factly. "What came first, the chicken or the egg?"
"Huh?"
"It's a simple enough question, yet one nobody knows the answer too, though many will deliberate. You ask where the Batman is? He's everywhere" Edward muttered, and slipped the food into his mouth.
"I don't have time for this, Nygma. Either you know, or you don't" Thorne snarled. Edward wasn't worried about being overheard; here in his private booth, the glass was soundproofed.
"Precisely my point" Edward replied after swallowing and patting his mouth with his napkin. "I could say I know, and inevitably you'd have to choose to either believe me or not. But even if I do know, it matters very little. You have neither the means nor the ambition to stop him".
Thorne stood, and downed the rest of his wine. He seemed to be preparing to leave.
"No, please, sit" Edward said, and something about the commanding inflection in his voice made Thorne pause for thought.
"You got answers?"
"Perhaps. But first, answer me something; what came first, the criminal or the Batman?"
Thorne looked at him incredulously.
"The criminal, obviously" he said, pushing his untouched plate to one side.
"Really? But isn't the Batman a product of criminality? Isn't he, by extension, a by-product of this city's dark deeds, therefore inexplicably linking him to you, and making him a part of this from the start?"
Thorne was perplexed. He didn't answer.
"I digress. If you want the Batman, there's going to be a raid tonight in the Narrows. A big drug hand-off, which will undoubtedly turn ugly once Gordon turns up" Edward said, finishing his own wine. "And Gordon will turn up, I've already given the information to him through anonymous sources".
Thorne didn't look too pleased with the answer. Evidently, the hand-off had been organised by him.
"How do you know the Batman will be there?" he asked through gritted teeth. Edward rolled his eyes, and lit a cigar.
"The Batman is a cancer. He will appear everywhere you don't want him to. And don't be fooled by this so-called 'man hunt', you and I both know that Gordon placed a lot of faith in his Dark Knight" Nygma muttered, looking at Thorne as though the man was missing something plainly obvious. "The costumed freak cares about the old man. He'll be there".
Thorne nodded in feigned understanding. Edward refrained from pointing out how painfully stupid the man was; his was a lesser mind, like all in this cursed city.
"Now, all you have to do is determine how exactly you're going to kill him" Edward muttered through a cloud of cigar smoke. Thorne paled; he hadn't thought of that.