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The Joker	Posted: Jul 27 2008, 11:54 AM
Group: The Joker Posts: 47 Member No.: 2 Joined: 15-December 07	&& now entering... __NAPIER , jack.} [IMG]PUT IMAGE CODE HERE FOR YOUR CELEB[/IMG] "I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with it if I caught one." && all about you +introduction name� Sammeh age� 21 gender� Female contact info� {pm, email, etc} RP Experience� Long time how did you find us?� Pfft. && we all want to be a star +basics character name� Jack Napier nickname(s)� The Joker age� Unknown, possibly early 30's gender� Male occupational status� Criminal orientation� Straight martial status� Unknown && thou art so lovely and fair +appearance hair color� black, with streaks of green eye color� brown height� 5'11 weight� 160 noticeable markings� twin scars on either side of his face, twisting it into an eternal smile. Wears clown make-up that has sunk into his scars, leaving them permantly infected celebrity claim� Heath Ledger [/size] && beauty on the inside, beauty on the out +personality likes� + Gasoline + TNT + Chaos + Murder + Seeing fear + Gunpowder + A good joke + hunting Batman + dislikes� - The Mob - Batman (when he's not playing the game) - The Mayor - Gotham citizens - Plans - waiting - The Mayor strength� + good with a knife + able to easily put fear into the hearts of Gotham + skilled in creating methods to kill people, such as gas the Joker uses to kill his victims, as well as cruel ways of torturing people. weaknesses� - Impatient - prone to insane rants - hardly pays the future events a glance - violent - vengeful fears� personality description� The Joker can probably be summed up as simply amused by both his own insanity and the insanity of the world around him. He is very smart, yet doesn't take time to plan things out as much as he should. Always willing to see a good joke, he finds amusement in the most sickest of jokes, usually involving someones life. He also lives in a state where he doesn't care if he lives or dies; he often puts himself in situations where he could easily be killed, just to bring that amusement in himself. Having this half-suicidal nature makes him the ultament criminal in Gotham. He admittingly has nothing to lose. && the past is hard to forget +history mother� father� Unknown siblings� Unknown other� Possible wife, name unknown brief history� Not much is known about the Joker's history; he has been known to tell the story of how he got the scars so many different ways, he himself is unsure of how he truely got them. This also goes for his childhood and his early adulthood. His stories about his life vary from having an abusive childhood with a murderous and vengeful father, to a perfect childhood until his 'wife' got caught up with the sharks and got mauled. He claims that he self-inflicted the wounds in that story. What is known is that he is a very sadistic man, willing to do anything to anyone to create chaos. He obsesses over Batman to almost a perversion, both revelling in the fact of the Dark Knight, and hating him at the same time. The Joker refuses to kill Batman, but to make his life so horrible that he'd witness the crumble of the Dark Knight and Gotham itself. && in your own words +roleplay roleplay sample� "I heard he had a wife once." "Dude, for real? Who the hell would be married to him? He's psycho!" 'And a kid, too. Heard he murdered his entire family and his wife, then cut his face all up. True story." "And who the hell did you hear this from? Frankie? Frankie don't know his asshole from his mouth. 'Sides, Frankie's more scared of the Bat than the Boss. I'd be more scared of the Boss." He watched silently, listening to the boys with the masks around their necks as they loaded up the van. He tilted his head as he listened to the conversations of the two boys, fingers fliddling with the switchblade. They spoke of a wife, a child and a family, and he could barely remember that time. Of course, he wasn't even sure if he had made it up, or if it really had happened. Had he had a wife and child? He couldn't remember, nor did he really care. However, what he did care about was the little kids mouthing off. "He wears make-up, dude! War paint! And he's fuckin' psycho, I'm sure there'd be some way to just make him go batshit crazy and--and then, hey, dude, money's ours!" "You know," The Joker said, stepping from around the corner, watching as the two boys jerked around to face him. "Talking about people when they're not in the room," he lifted up the knife, motioning it side to side as if it was a finger, and he was giving them the universal sign for no. "that's not good. In fact, it's very, very rude." He tilted his head, looking over at the van. "Are we ready?" "Y-Yes, sir." "Good." The Joker pulled out a gun from his coat, shooting the younger boy in the head. His horrified companion jolted back from the spray of blood and brainmatter. The Joker felt a smile hitch at his lips as he saw the boy try to move back, but he rushed him, grabbing at the young teenager's hoody. He pulled him up to standing. "Now," he said slowly, licking at his scarred, red lips, "I want you to listen to me. When you get up onto the roof, I want you to do exactly as I told you...but I want you to shoot the telephone guy. Right in the back, BAM. Shoot him. Just think, that's more money for you! I want you to shoot him and then I want you to go back down into the bank and complete your second task." OR "The Bat man...the Bat man is...missing!?" It bubbled instantly to the surface, spilling from his lips. This...this was the best thing he'd ever heard! If he believed in some sort of heaven, this would be it. Gotham City without it's Dark Knight? There would be pure chaos! Pure, wonderful, beautiful chaos! Grabbing the man by the face, he felt his tongue dart out, licking at his scarred, red lips as he smiled widely. "You--you've got to tell me--" It was almost too much to take, and he found himself cut off with laughter. "You've got to tell me how the BAT MAN...suddenly goes MISSING!" His voice rose with laughter, and for a moment, he released the man, twisting and turning in delight. "Oh, oh this is wonderful! This--" he rushed the man, grabbing him by his face, holding his chin in his grip. "You don't know how happy this makes me, you telling me this news. But...but what to do, what to do?! We've been apart for months now, he and I. What will we say to each other?" The Joker asked, almost seriously to the shaking man he held in his grasp. "There's so many plans to make, I can't keep up with them all! I'm not a plan guy--Oh, shh shh shhh," Joker said, running his hand quickly across the side of the man's face. "You're going to help me. You're going to help me get the Bat Man here. I've left my card attached to dozens of people in Arkham and not once have I seen that winged creature swooping around the darkness. You--you're going to change that for me. The Bat Man, see, the Bat Man can't resist! He'll swoop in and save you because the Bat Man...the Bat Man can't stop chasing the cars! He can't resist to save you helpless little peons--" he slapped the forehead of the man. "Yes, yes you, you're a peon," he told the man almost as if talking to a child. "He can't resist it, you see? It's PERFECT! The Bat Man will fly in...and the whole of Gotham will scramble to tear him apart." Just thinking about it, the million ways that it could happen, it made him giddy. He bounced slightly, giggling at the thought. "Oh, oh it's wonderful." he seethed happily, and moved, flashing the knife in front of the man's eyes, before he frowned, feeling something wet under his shoes. Arching an eyebrow, the Joker looked down at the growing puddle underneath the man, and the stench of urine filled the air. He looked back up at the man, his head tilted slightly. "That, however...is not wonderful. It's gross." he told the man seriously, and moved, shoving the knife into the man's mouth, watching as it split the man's face from ear to ear. He dropped the man with a frown, frustrated at the man's lack of enthusiasm and bodily function control. He watched as he twitched on the ground, and he brought a leg back, kicking at the man. "What do I have to do to get decent victims around here?!" did you read the rules?�</div>

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