Post by Joe Kerr on Mar 19, 2009 4:06:04 GMT
Approved!
Full Name: John Doe
Alias: Joker, The
Age: Mid 20's - Early 30's
Gender: Male
Occupation: N/A
Affiliations: Various Crime rings and Mafia bosses
Personality: The Joker is, in the most simplest of terms, the embodiment of Chaos. Anything and everything that is the Dark Side of Humanity resides within the Joker, making him a sort of Unstoppable Force, rather than just a man. He will do anything and everything in his power to get what he wants, even if what he wants is seemingly meaningless (IE: Proving someone wrong).
Joker is a Sadist. He takes joy out of other people's pain and suffering, and simply enjoys what he does best - killing things and blowing stuff up. It is this, along with his unpredictable nature, that allows him to gain a sick sort of respect among even the upper classes of Gotham, allowing him to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Nothing is out of bounds to the Joker, even killing children (Which he doesn't do very often. There really is no challenge in it). But what he wants isn't something simple. Or perhaps, it's the most simplest thing of all; He simply wants to have fun, and to prove that everything is just one big cosmic joke. Everyone is out for themselves, and will do anything to protect themselves.
It is for this reason, perhaps, that he feels somewhat attracted to The Batman. He craves for the attention of the Bat, claiming that life without the Caped Crusader would just be too boring to continue. Some have speculated that it is a homoerotic attraction between the two, but the Joker explains it as simple as Yin and Yang. Neither of the two can exist without the other, and they are truly destined to oppose each other for the rest of their lives, and probably even after they are dead and gone.
One thing that should be noted, however, is that while the Joker is a psychotic killer, who gets his kicks out of killing elderly couples and sleeping on top of their bleeding corpses, he is not legally insane by most legal definitions. True, he exhibits many symptoms of a damaged psyche, but the Joker recognizes the consequences, acknowledges them, and accepts them as what may or may not happen, something that most legislatures require a defendant to exhibit in order to be classified legally sane. However, it is due to the sheer fact that, in a prison, the Joker is much more dangerous that he is, instead, confined to Arkham Asylum, where security is, ironically, tighter than the local prison following the mass break out.
Unique Traits/Skills: If one were asked to list the Joker's redeeming qualities, they would first laugh at the one making such a seemingly ludicrous request, and then spend a lot of time trying to get past the Madness. Once past the "Nutty as a Squirrel" mentality of the Joker, one would find a man many would admire. For instance, he is very charismatic. He can make a person believe anything he tells them by sprinkling an ounce of truth on a pound of lies, making him an excellent politician as well as an adequate businessman.
The Joker will also stop at nothing to get his way, even resorting to kill his own cronies should the opportunity allow and require. It is this that helps the intimidating figure of the Joker seem that much more intimidating. As he stands at a fairly tall 6'-6'2", he is taller than most men. He does not look strong, but, as looks can be deceiving, is actually quite strong for his physique. But the most intimidating feature of the Joker, beyond even his make-up (Which that alone sends a sensation of awe, wonder, and fear into any who look at him) is his laugh. When the Joker bears his yellow, decaying teeth and laughs, it sends chills through the spines of all who hear it. It is the laugh of a madman, bent on destroying everything society stands for.
Appearance:
Celebrity name: Heath Ledger (Obviously)
History: Not much is known about the Joker's history. In fact, no one knows about it. Some doubt that Joker doesn't know, either, given the various stories he's given in the past. What is known, however, is that he didn't show up in Gotham until after the Break Out from Arkham, leaving many to believe that he was once held there. Or, rather, he didn't show up as the Joker until after the Break out.
After the Breakout, however, The Joker began to gain notice. Few took him seriously, one of them being the Batman himself, allowing Joker to get away with many of his activities at first. Even among the criminal underworld, Joker was an unknown, being the small-time criminal that no one really payed attention to (Despite his theatrics). He robbed a few banks, but nothing of real notoriety. It wasn't until he began to target the Mob that he actually began to gain some sort of respect.
Once he targeted Mob-Owned banks, he angered a lot of people in high (Or low, depending on how one looks at it) places. In his "Debut Appearance", Joker killed all of his henchmen, taking the entire vault of a Mob Bank for himself. This got the attention of the Police, but once again, not the Batman, who was focused more on taking down the Mob, instead of the biggest villain he would ever face. On Batman's 'orders', the police made Joker the secondary priority, forcing Joker to play his own hand.
Rather than wait to let the Mob take out the Batman (Or vice versa), Joker decided to play hardball, and went to the heads of each branch of Organized Crime during their summit. There, he proposed that they give him half of all of their earnings, in exchange for killing the Bat. The meeting, however, didn't go as planned, forcing Joker to take matters further into his own hands, and take out one of the Mob Bosses. This act allowed Joker to not only rise in the "Ranks" of Gotham's underworld, but allowed him access to said Mob Boss's financial sources.
As a domino effect, all of the new opportunities given to Joker gave him even more, including the chance to own the city and bring down Harvey Dent and the Batman. What transpired was a long and winding road of explosions, videos, laughing, murder, mayhem, deceit, and anything that could possibly make a blockbuster movie, should anyone be insane enough to try and fit it all into a single film. In the end, however, Joker was able to corrupt Dent, send the Batman on the run to keep Dent "Clean" in the papers, and ultimately win the battle.
He was sent to Arkham Asylum after his incarceration, following a speedy trial. There, he was truly in his element, where he was questioned by multiple Psychiatrists, who probed him for information regarding his family, his childhood, anything that might clue them in to why he was the way he was. He told them various stories, including one in which his dog mauled him while he was driving a race car, for many months until his people got in contact with their people, and he was given a clean bill of health and released. None of the DAs around dared to prosecute the Joker, however, given that his people also sent them a few friendly letters, stating what would happen should they follow up on any charges against him.
Sample Post:
It was Dark. Of course, it was always dark, it seemed, these days. He liked the dark; it meant that the chances of running into his old buddy were greater. Of course, in Arkham, those chances were reduced to the proverbial "Slim to None".
It was only 6 o'clock, he knew, but "lights out" was lights out in Arkham. He sat on his slightly padded bed, his arms strapped to his back in the jacket. It was, ironically, quite comfortable in a way, what with how relaxed it seemed to make him. Though, given that he never really liked to sit still, the fact that being restrained calmed him somewhat was a mystery even unto himself.
But the lights came on in his room. They were bright at first, especially considering the fact that it was an hour past "Lights Out". He squinted his eyes at first, but looked to the door as it squealed open. Two armed guards came in, and he stood up, as he always did. So routine. He was a good little doggie.
"C'mon," one of the Guards grunted, shoving him forward into the hallway. He knew where to go, but they insisted on showing him the way each time. Such good soldiers, he thought sarcastically, smirking as he did so.
The walk ended abruptly, as he realized that he was at the room he was supposed to be at. Had he really walked as far as he did without realizing it? No matter. The guards opened the door, and he walked in, as he always did. He put on a friendly smile for the doctor who sat at one side of a table, sitting across from the man.
"Good evening, John. Sorry to bother you so late," The Doctor said, watching the patient sit. A slight layer of sweat was shining on the man's forehead. He could tell that the doctor was afraid.
"Oh, no trouble at all," he replied. Truly, he didn't mind leaving his room. It was boring there. And even though this was still somewhat routine, it was at least something. "How can I help, Doctor?"
"The people who're in charge of making sure you're well want me to do one more test today. Is that alright?"
"Well," he ran a hand through is brown hair. "That depends, doesn't it? If you want to give me electroshock, I'm all for it, but Rorschach tests, I'm not exactly crazy for."
His arms fell to his sides as the guards undid his restraints. He stretched his arms out, feeling and hearing the joints pop from being constrained for so long. He moved his neck around, feeling the vertebrae there pop as well. In basic terms, he was stiff as hell, and it felt damn good to stretch.
"Well, unfortunately," The doctor cleared his throat. "It's just that. Quick, simple, the kind of thing that I want to do this late for the sake of time."
John nodded, accepting what he had to for the sake of his own sanity. Heh.
The Doctor held up a card. The ink blot was an odd one, what with two protruding sides, and a seemingly random jumble of shapes in the center. He knew exactly what he saw without the Doctor asking him. He didn't even wait for the question when he answered.
"A Bat." he said, grinning from ear to ear. The Doctor nodded, and held up another card. This one was more streamlined, with a slender cylindrical blot running horizontally above three single blots in the form of a triangle. John saw grenades laying on a table underneath a shotgun.
"A Flying Saucer!"
The door burst open. Two men ran in. One had in his hands a bag, the other a shotgun. Three incredibly loud blasts from the shotgun later, and the room was painted a bright red. The Doctor and the two guards lay dead at his feet. He never stood during the encounter, he just watched everything happen with a sly smile on his face.
The white plastic bag was set on the table in front of him. Inside it was everything he needed.
"Would you mind waiting outside?" He asked politely to the two thugs beside him. They nodded, of course, and he waited for the door to shut. They stood outside, like the good little dogs that they were, while their Alpha Male took his time preparing for the Hunt ahead.
The Straight Jacket fell into a pool of blood along with the orange pants of the inmate. His gray, bland shoes were replaced soon after with the black and white dress shoes he so loved. And when he left, two more bangs were heard before the doors to Arkham closed behind him. With each step he took, a print was left in blood. The stone road leading up to Arkham's main entrance got a taste of blood as a large pool of it ran out from under the heavy steel doors, and over the steps.
Outside, he saw a car waiting for him with a man leaning against it.
Hello, Gotham! Joker's Back in Town!