[/font][/size][/color]




Full Name: Jack Napier
Code Name: The Joker
Age: Older then you, younger then your mother
Date of Birth: April 1st, see what I did there?
Sexual Orientation: A-sexual
Species: Human, though some would argue monster
Alliance: Villain
Citizenship: DC Universe
Canon or Original?: DC Canon





Hair: Long, stringy, and a bad dye job, dirty green is the color.
Eyes: Dark brown,
Height: 6'1
Weight: 183 lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Glasgow scars on his cheeks.

Appearance:

When you see him, you know. The man is tall, and definitely more toned then what most would think at first glance, not that it matters as he is never seen in anything other then either the jumpsuits worn in Arkham or his iconic purple suit. And iconic it is, royal purple fabric, coat tails, and a patterned green vest, it would be fashionable if the colors weren't so blaring and he wasn't utterly insane to boot.

But even that isn't the frosting on the cake. No the haphazard clown make up job that highlights the glasgow scars that carve along his cheeks and the stringy badly dyed green hair are what nightmares are really made of. The smile has been ingrained in the psyche of every citizen of Gotham City, an omen of mayhem and destruction. His eyes though, a deep dark and decidedly soulless abyss, looking into them is like looking the devil in the face. There is no conscious, there is no feeling, simply dread in those cold dead eyes.

Face Claim:
Heath Ledger





Likes:

• Violence
  
• Jokes
  
• Crime
  
• Gotham
  
• Gags
  
• Dynamite
  
• Gunpowder
  
• Strange patterns
  
• Chaos
  
• Harley
  
• Explosions
  
• Pain
  
• The colors purple and green
  
• Clowns and carnivals
  
• The Batman

Dislikes:

• Order
  
• Boredom
  
• Police
  
• Being called a freak
  
• People who can't take a joke
  
• Plans
  
• Memories
  
• His Father
  
• Arkham
  
• Incompetence
  
• Harley {most of the time}
  
• Not being in control
  
• Those guys from ICP

Personality:

A look into The Jokers psyche is an all out free falling decent into madness, and yet his mental stability is something that has fascinated the staff of Arkham Asylum for years. In fact trying to look into the mind of the clown is something that has driven others insane as well, like he's reached up and dragged them down into the dark, mad abyss with him.

At times the Joker can be a rather odd and almost harmless trickster, intent on wreaking some chaos for the sake of being able to say that he did it, and then to be able to just sit back and laugh about it. The mad, distinctive laugh that causes men to squirm. On the other hand though he is a complete murderous sociopath, the clown has no sense of guilt, no small conscious that tells him what he's doing is wrong. There's no inner mechanism that tells him to stop, Joker lacks feeling, and his emotional range is easily less then what would be considered normal, and that isn't taking into account that he feels no fear.

To put simply, the clown prince of crime is a sadomasochist with a dark warped sense of humor and an almost incessant need to create chaos. He loves the feeling of pain almost as much as he loves to inflict it on other people, takes pride and enjoyment in completely rearranging other people's worlds, turning them upside down and inside out. No one can really say why and when it comes to speculations all of them seem to fall short.

His insanity runs so deep that it has lead some to believe that The Joker has some sort of 'super-sanity.' That the man is in fact the sanest of all because he seems to have the ability to change and reconstruct his personality by the day. Some would like to think that this is why he doesn't posses a conscious, but no one actually knows for sure, after all he tells the doctors at Arkham what they want to hear most of the time. A more cunning man the clown one would be hard pressed to find as he always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else.

Powers:
None

Abilities:

• Skilled in unarmed combat, mainly due to hidden weapons
  
• Incredibly agile

Weapons

• Knives - an assortment of different sizes and serrated blades
  
• Joker Venom/Smilex bombs - the bombs leave permanent disfigured smiles on corpses that have laughed themselves to death thanks to the Joker Venom they release
  
• Electric Joy Buzzer - Worn on his hand like a regular joy buzzer, this one discharges a lethal electric charge.

Strengths:

• High tolerance for pain
  
• Skilled chemist
  
• Immune to known venoms and poisons
  
• Completely fearless

Weaknesses:

• His grand gestures sometimes overreach
  
• His fixation on breaking the Batman
  
• Inability to leave things alone

History:

The Joker's history is so enigmatic that even he doesn't remember, having lied about it for so long. One thing that has remained a constant in his stories though is that his father was a belligerent drunk who used to beat on the poor boy for fun. According to the Joker his father would also beat on his mother, which caused her to run away and never come back. Another part of the story that seems to be a constant, most of the time that is, is that his father is to thank for the scars on his face.

Some like to speculate that the Jokers first murder was actually his father, after having finally gotten tired of enduring the beatings his father would give him, with is also when most believe his already fractured sanity finally shattered, causing him to be the man he is today. Others sometimes say that he was once a regular sort of guy, a stand up comedian in fact who failed miserably and made a deal with some criminals to help support himself and a pregnant wife. When he found out that she had died in a freak accident he botched their plans and that had something to do with how he got the way he is now.

There are some even wilder ideas, maybe he was once a circus kid, part of a freak show. Maybe his disfigurement came from a stray batarang tossed by the Batman when he was foiling some sort of crime. The clown will say it was one thing one day, and another life another day, as if his back story is even lost to him. It doesn't matter, all that anyone has to know is that the Joker is indeed a psychotic man, how it happened isn't important, it’s how does one stop him that's the key.

Batman may have thought he won when he apprehended Joker after the bombings of Gotham General, but Arkham is easier to break out of then anyone would like to admit. And the motions they go through with each other is more like a dance now, the eternal struggle of good versus bad. But Joker believes he may have found his ace in the hole, the crystal that dropped out of seemingly nowhere. Though he didn't care to listen to the voice, the potential was enough to get him to play ball, wanting to see just were it would take him. Dimensions colliding into one? That is fun on a scale he would have never guessed, but what now? Joker feels the need to outdo himself, and the crystal is the key, if he can just get it away from the other idiots.

Writing Sample:

Boring, boring, boring this place was becoming so very boring for the clown right now. He hated when that happened simply because he hated being bored, where was the fun in it? There wasn't. None none none at all, and there did in lie the problem. Everything here was about repetition, everything in the asylum happened at the same time every day and for the same reason, never anything out of the ordinary, never anything to break the monotony that engulfed the place. If you weren't insane when you came, they made sure with repetition that you were insane when you finally left the bleak stone walls.

At least that's how all of it played in the Jokers mind. Which some would say wasn't exactly right, but it was his belief that the repetitive boringness of the place was what also turned most of the doctors here just as insane as some of the people they serviced and the ones that didn't snap broke down and quit. Why just look at the Scarecrow man for example, it was the Joker's professional opinion that he had never really been right in the head. Crazy crazy Crane. A thought that caused the clown to let out an obnoxiously loud laugh, one that bounced off the cold stone walls and brought a chill down the spine of any person unlucky enough to hear it.

He was still laughing at the things that came and went in his mind when the large, muscular security workers slipped all the locks on the outside of the solitary cell door he had been confined to open. Swigging the heavy door in question open they stood there trying their best to look menacing with their tazers and what nots in hand, glaring down at him the best they could and only causing him to laugh again,"Well hello there boys, to what do I, ahh, owe the pleasure?" The clown asked in a mockingly pleasant sort of voice as he continued to laugh at them. They didn't answer though, but he could tell they wanted so very badly too, if the twitch in the one guards jaw was any sign.

Someone had probably warned them about him, told them to just not listen or he'd get right under their skins, which was as true as anything could be and caused another round of psychotic sounding laughter. He couldn't help himself, and even if he could he wasn't going to bother to stop anyways, not when he saw how the sound of his laughter caused them to cringe back slightly. The reaction made him laugh even harder, almost falling back onto the sorry excuse of a cot that he sat on. Apparently they got over it though and stomped forward, roughly grabbing his straight-jacket restrained arm and unceremoniously pulling him from his bed and out the door.

Joker was actually a bit surprised they hadn't shoved him into that contraption that they normally wheeled him about in. The one that made him feel like Hannibal Lecter a bit. But he guessed they just wanted this to be over with as soon as possible, which was fine with him, especially when he realized where they were taking him. Today was apparently shrink day for him, oh what joy that was, he just loved having that fat balding condescending bastard of a psychiatrist try to evaluate him. Last time they had met though he had scared the ever loving shit out of the man just by telling him a few stories about what he planned on doing to him when he got out. Who knew that the idea of choking a man to death with his own intestines could get someone so worked up? It was worth the week of solitary.

As they literally dragged him to the shrink's room Joker kept up a stream of mindless conversation, chatting about the weather and the color that blood turned after it dried on his hands, he could tell it was getting under their skin. They became a little less rough with him when they opened the door to the room and he licked his lips, grinning at one of them in a way that would make a persons skin crawl, like he was mentally skinning them alive with his soulless eyes. The way the man squirmed and tried to keep from making eye contact made him laugh in the sickest way.

It wasn't until he was finally in the room and caught sight of his new psychiatrist, that actually shut him up for all of two second while they strapped and handcuffed him into a chair, "Well heeeelllllo beautiful," Joker said with a dangerous grin on his face, the scars on his unpainted cheeks making it look it went on forever, "Sooo, ahh, how's it going sweetcheeks?" He couldn't help but ask, even if most would say he was an animal, there was still a man somewhere deep inside and he could appreciate a pretty face. Especially a pretty face that he was already tearing into in his mind. He would scar her the way he did everyone that came across him, it wasn't always physical, Joker was good at leaving a lasting impression.

Your name/alias: Devi B.
Timezone: Eastern US


Template created by chainedANGEL of CAUTION! 2.0. Please leave the credits intact and do not rip and claim as your own.