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Character Sheet
Name
Jack Napier..Or was it Heath? Troy? Nicholson? Maybe it was Mark? Who knows really.
Moniker
The Joker, Clown Prince of Crime
Age
?
Gender
Male
Skills/Talents
While not exactly the best hand-to-hand fighter, the Joker is quite apt and adaptable with any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. Surprisingly, he has some faint knowledge of chemicals and their make-up as well as being able to properly plan out and execute goals and the like (if messing them up doesn't amuse him).
Powers/Abilities
For all intents and purposes, the Joker is just a regular human like any one else. In fact due to the psychosis (that may or may not exist) he should be lower than the average person. He has more of a psychological affect on others, usually able to drive someone mad with his antics, if he doesn't kill them first that is.
Weakness/Flaw
His one true weakness is his obsession with the Batman, while it has been noted that he is easy to divert with objects of amusement. Though, it doesn't last long.
Equipment/Resources
Joker Venom: A chemical cocktail made by the clown himself. It's uses vary wildly almost as much as it's creator's whims, but it has only one effect. A slow painful death caused by uncontrollable laughing. It comes in both a gas and liquid form.
Henchpeople The most deranged and most desperate people Gotham has to offer. Only they can really keep up with Joker's lifestyle, as the more sane criminal population know what he's capable of, due to his usual tendencies to kill his own people.
Anything in the way of weapons or vehicles are usually stolen by him or for him.
Appearance
Personality
Brief Bio
The Joker, for all he knows and for all anyone knows about him, has always been The Joker. There was no beginning (at least one that is correct) and there will be no end to this agent of Chaos who had set his eyes on Gotham and it's protector. Recently however, he's been recruiting some street bums for a little surprise for his home city.
Other
Gotham: City of the Too Serious
Name
Jack Napier..Or was it Heath? Troy? Nicholson? Maybe it was Mark? Who knows really.
Moniker
The Joker, Clown Prince of Crime
Age
?
Gender
Male
Skills/Talents
While not exactly the best hand-to-hand fighter, the Joker is quite apt and adaptable with any kind of weapon he can get his hands on. Surprisingly, he has some faint knowledge of chemicals and their make-up as well as being able to properly plan out and execute goals and the like (if messing them up doesn't amuse him).
Powers/Abilities
For all intents and purposes, the Joker is just a regular human like any one else. In fact due to the psychosis (that may or may not exist) he should be lower than the average person. He has more of a psychological affect on others, usually able to drive someone mad with his antics, if he doesn't kill them first that is.
Weakness/Flaw
His one true weakness is his obsession with the Batman, while it has been noted that he is easy to divert with objects of amusement. Though, it doesn't last long.
Equipment/Resources
Joker Venom: A chemical cocktail made by the clown himself. It's uses vary wildly almost as much as it's creator's whims, but it has only one effect. A slow painful death caused by uncontrollable laughing. It comes in both a gas and liquid form.
Henchpeople The most deranged and most desperate people Gotham has to offer. Only they can really keep up with Joker's lifestyle, as the more sane criminal population know what he's capable of, due to his usual tendencies to kill his own people.
Anything in the way of weapons or vehicles are usually stolen by him or for him.
Appearance
Personality
Brief Bio
The Joker, for all he knows and for all anyone knows about him, has always been The Joker. There was no beginning (at least one that is correct) and there will be no end to this agent of Chaos who had set his eyes on Gotham and it's protector. Recently however, he's been recruiting some street bums for a little surprise for his home city.
Other
Gotham: City of the Too Serious
Liriia said
im here, waiting for mission post as well 0;
Same.
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Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
Just to throw my two cents here, both sides of whatever 'this' is are generalizing both of these very fine mediums of art. Anime and Comics may have their differing values and storytelling techniques, but both have a wide range of genres to work with. I don't think either side of'this' really appreciates how far the two differing subjects have grown. In fact, there ARE superhero anime and manga, and there is a wide variety of comic books that don't deal with just heroes and villains and their associated tropes.
All in all though, it's about if the subject inspires someone to actually get on here and write up a CS, get involved in whatever universe they make up. And most importantly, enjoy themselves.
Also just to rage about something, when your GM goes MIA on you. X_X
All in all though, it's about if the subject inspires someone to actually get on here and write up a CS, get involved in whatever universe they make up. And most importantly, enjoy themselves.
Also just to rage about something, when your GM goes MIA on you. X_X
Appearance: Standing around 5'10" and with a lithe body type, Remi isn't much to look at twice. With short brown hair and strange yellow eyes, not to mention his soft features that mask his real line of work. He is usually seen smiling or laughing, with only the occasional frown or grimace on rare events. His sense of style is basic to say the least, wearing only random t-shirts that are usually portraying other musicians' logos and lyrics and whatever jeans he managed to scrounge up that day.
Overlord on the other hand hides his face from the world, always wearing something that casts shadows over any of his features, such as a hood or hat. The only occasional
time he does show himself is to random groupies and in fights. The difference between him and Remi is minute, but to the observant can be seen quite clearly. He doesn't smile, he smirks, or if not that he is usually scowling. A look of annoyance at everything of around him
Name: Remi Niccals AKA Overlord
Age:19
Gender:Male
Group Name: Solo (As Remi) Sin-I-Star (As Overlord)
Instrument: A portable mixer/turntable.
Style: Trip-Hop
Personality ((Optional)): Remi is a polite carefree kid. Spending most of his time goofing off or trying to make some friends (and failing). He is pretty excitable and seems to have boundless energy, not a single malicious or selfish thought passing through the numbskull of his. He believes in his fight against the various monsters plauging his world, though he does have some reservations on how he has to destroy them One would be hard pressed to tell who he really was. As the stress of actually fighting got to the young man, a more darker personality splintered from him, taking the name 'Overlord'. Lecherous and chauvinistic, this other personality is not one to be reckoned with, as it seems to have a chip on it's shoulder toward everyone around it. It either wants to fight someone or make out with them. Of course it still fights the monsters, but more out of a sick delight in killing them than anything. Remi and Overlord are vaguely aware of one, but in the sense of having seen one another's works and listened to their music.
Bio ((Optional)): Remi was a nobody until a year or two ago, it can be assumed his life was pretty normal before his first appearance demoing some of his tracks. It was then that he discovered his status as an empowered musician staving off a monster attack, but also fragmenting Overlord at the same time. While he was able to make some money off of becoming a hero instead, he never really got to be much of a musician aside from the rare beats and samples he manages to save after countless fights. Overlord on the other hand worked in contrast to Remi, starting his own group, but remaining the mysterious and cagey even to them. Still, it served as a nice gimmick, helping them rise in popularity.
Other: Remi deals with the actual empowered beats and bass, but Overlord is the one who finds odd ways to put them together. They both add their lyrics to whatever they create.
Overlord on the other hand hides his face from the world, always wearing something that casts shadows over any of his features, such as a hood or hat. The only occasional
time he does show himself is to random groupies and in fights. The difference between him and Remi is minute, but to the observant can be seen quite clearly. He doesn't smile, he smirks, or if not that he is usually scowling. A look of annoyance at everything of around him
Name: Remi Niccals AKA Overlord
Age:19
Gender:Male
Group Name: Solo (As Remi) Sin-I-Star (As Overlord)
Instrument: A portable mixer/turntable.
Style: Trip-Hop
Personality ((Optional)): Remi is a polite carefree kid. Spending most of his time goofing off or trying to make some friends (and failing). He is pretty excitable and seems to have boundless energy, not a single malicious or selfish thought passing through the numbskull of his. He believes in his fight against the various monsters plauging his world, though he does have some reservations on how he has to destroy them One would be hard pressed to tell who he really was. As the stress of actually fighting got to the young man, a more darker personality splintered from him, taking the name 'Overlord'. Lecherous and chauvinistic, this other personality is not one to be reckoned with, as it seems to have a chip on it's shoulder toward everyone around it. It either wants to fight someone or make out with them. Of course it still fights the monsters, but more out of a sick delight in killing them than anything. Remi and Overlord are vaguely aware of one, but in the sense of having seen one another's works and listened to their music.
Bio ((Optional)): Remi was a nobody until a year or two ago, it can be assumed his life was pretty normal before his first appearance demoing some of his tracks. It was then that he discovered his status as an empowered musician staving off a monster attack, but also fragmenting Overlord at the same time. While he was able to make some money off of becoming a hero instead, he never really got to be much of a musician aside from the rare beats and samples he manages to save after countless fights. Overlord on the other hand worked in contrast to Remi, starting his own group, but remaining the mysterious and cagey even to them. Still, it served as a nice gimmick, helping them rise in popularity.
Other: Remi deals with the actual empowered beats and bass, but Overlord is the one who finds odd ways to put them together. They both add their lyrics to whatever they create.
Awesome, I finally got my A.I post up. Hope it's not too out of place.
'Wow, that guy really needs to get his head out of his a-'
"Agent Arizona please report to the Medical Bay."
The loudspeaker blared, ruining any chance for him to finish his disgruntled thought. It still didn't mean he wasn't going to irk him all the way there. Luckily for him it was only down two of the many hallways. Most of the people he passed seemed respectable enough to ignore him and he did the same for them. Eventually finding himself in the Medical Bay. It was too crowded for his tastes, people dressed in white suits going every which way.
It was disorientating for him among other things, even more so when he was ushered aside into one of the adjacent surgery rooms. Datapads forced into his field of vision for him to sign and give his consent, with some reluctance he did so. Dry swallowing the prescribed pills, it took some time before he felt their effects. His vision growing darker until he fell into unconsciousness.
He had a dream, or more like a singular memory play out for him. He couldn't grasp any definite details, like an abstract artist recreating everything he had known, but he could feel what it was. The cold ground underneath him, the weight of the bodies he had taken cover underneath. The taste of copper in his mouth.
Needless to say, Arizona woke up screaming, a powerful jolt of pain hitting his head that quickly put a stop to it. He looked around wildly, his eyes wide and full of fright beneath his helmet, still in those few precious moments where reality and dream still sort themselves out into their proper places. He thankfully realized he was back in his room. The tacky color scheme oddly being comforting sight for him despite his initial reaction to it.
"H-Hello." A sickly sweet voice asked, it was obviously feminine, or rather young. That much he could tell. He looked around himself and his room. It sounded close, but there was nothing there. Experimentally, he waved a hand near his faceplate, silently saying hello as well.
"You don't like to talk a lot, do you?" The voice asked, Arizona could only assume it was the A.I he had received or he was finally going through a mental breakdown. None of the voices that could potentially be in his head would never really ask that question.
"Why can't I see you?" He asked bluntly, still searching around the room for the program's avatar.
"Do you see the mirror in the corner? Walk towards it." He sighed, doing as he was told. Mostly out of a sense of curiosity than actually obeying the A.I. He wasn't surprised to find his own yellow armor staring back at him. What did get his to flinch in surprise was when it suddenly changed into an Indigo color. His head suddenly shifting to the side as if he was getting a good look at himself. The A.I's voice filtering out of his helmet through it's radio.
"Better? Because, I can change it for us too. I mean, if you want." It did so, going through a veritable rainbow of colors and patterns. Honestly, it brought a moment of terror to Arizona, but only a moment. An A.I hijacking his body for dress-up was the least irritating part of the day he had been having.
"Not exactly, no." He replied dryly, wrenching his head back from the position it had taken. Interestingly, also turning his armor back into it's original color. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and presume you're the A.I they stuck into me."
"Mhm. I'm Kappa. If that's alright with you, I'm sure you can always just replace me too." It said with an odd mix of enthusiasm and barely hidden self-loathing. Once more controlling his armor to talk. It was becoming annoying when it did that, but it's words actually tugged at what was left of Arizona's heart.
"I'm Arizona, and as long as you don't mess with my body anymore, I'll keep you around."
"Oh, okay. Well, it's nice to meet you Agent Arizona." It replied, once more using his body to speak. "Oops, I'm sorry."
"Just. Just tell me the rules you have." Arizona gritted his teeth to avoid snapping at the thing, he guessed it wasn't it's fault. He would do the same thing if he could hide his appearance, which apparently he now could from what was being told to him. The rules also seemed straight forward, it wasn't like he wanted to talk to any of his fellow peers anyways.
"That's basically it, I'm sure one of the other A.I's would tell it better though."
"No, it's okay. I got most of it. I just need to lay down for a couple more hours. Feel free to turn me invisible." Invisible naps were something no man was ever supposed to have and yet here he was about do just that. Of course, he didn't notice a brief flicker of Indigo across his armor as he laid down, nor Kappa's timid whispers as he closed his eyes to sleep.
"Agent Arizona please report to the Medical Bay."
The loudspeaker blared, ruining any chance for him to finish his disgruntled thought. It still didn't mean he wasn't going to irk him all the way there. Luckily for him it was only down two of the many hallways. Most of the people he passed seemed respectable enough to ignore him and he did the same for them. Eventually finding himself in the Medical Bay. It was too crowded for his tastes, people dressed in white suits going every which way.
It was disorientating for him among other things, even more so when he was ushered aside into one of the adjacent surgery rooms. Datapads forced into his field of vision for him to sign and give his consent, with some reluctance he did so. Dry swallowing the prescribed pills, it took some time before he felt their effects. His vision growing darker until he fell into unconsciousness.
He had a dream, or more like a singular memory play out for him. He couldn't grasp any definite details, like an abstract artist recreating everything he had known, but he could feel what it was. The cold ground underneath him, the weight of the bodies he had taken cover underneath. The taste of copper in his mouth.
Needless to say, Arizona woke up screaming, a powerful jolt of pain hitting his head that quickly put a stop to it. He looked around wildly, his eyes wide and full of fright beneath his helmet, still in those few precious moments where reality and dream still sort themselves out into their proper places. He thankfully realized he was back in his room. The tacky color scheme oddly being comforting sight for him despite his initial reaction to it.
"H-Hello." A sickly sweet voice asked, it was obviously feminine, or rather young. That much he could tell. He looked around himself and his room. It sounded close, but there was nothing there. Experimentally, he waved a hand near his faceplate, silently saying hello as well.
"You don't like to talk a lot, do you?" The voice asked, Arizona could only assume it was the A.I he had received or he was finally going through a mental breakdown. None of the voices that could potentially be in his head would never really ask that question.
"Why can't I see you?" He asked bluntly, still searching around the room for the program's avatar.
"Do you see the mirror in the corner? Walk towards it." He sighed, doing as he was told. Mostly out of a sense of curiosity than actually obeying the A.I. He wasn't surprised to find his own yellow armor staring back at him. What did get his to flinch in surprise was when it suddenly changed into an Indigo color. His head suddenly shifting to the side as if he was getting a good look at himself. The A.I's voice filtering out of his helmet through it's radio.
"Better? Because, I can change it for us too. I mean, if you want." It did so, going through a veritable rainbow of colors and patterns. Honestly, it brought a moment of terror to Arizona, but only a moment. An A.I hijacking his body for dress-up was the least irritating part of the day he had been having.
"Not exactly, no." He replied dryly, wrenching his head back from the position it had taken. Interestingly, also turning his armor back into it's original color. "I'm going to go out on a limb here and presume you're the A.I they stuck into me."
"Mhm. I'm Kappa. If that's alright with you, I'm sure you can always just replace me too." It said with an odd mix of enthusiasm and barely hidden self-loathing. Once more controlling his armor to talk. It was becoming annoying when it did that, but it's words actually tugged at what was left of Arizona's heart.
"I'm Arizona, and as long as you don't mess with my body anymore, I'll keep you around."
"Oh, okay. Well, it's nice to meet you Agent Arizona." It replied, once more using his body to speak. "Oops, I'm sorry."
"Just. Just tell me the rules you have." Arizona gritted his teeth to avoid snapping at the thing, he guessed it wasn't it's fault. He would do the same thing if he could hide his appearance, which apparently he now could from what was being told to him. The rules also seemed straight forward, it wasn't like he wanted to talk to any of his fellow peers anyways.
"That's basically it, I'm sure one of the other A.I's would tell it better though."
"No, it's okay. I got most of it. I just need to lay down for a couple more hours. Feel free to turn me invisible." Invisible naps were something no man was ever supposed to have and yet here he was about do just that. Of course, he didn't notice a brief flicker of Indigo across his armor as he laid down, nor Kappa's timid whispers as he closed his eyes to sleep.
So, just a side note: I'll probably have Arizona's surgery done by later tonight or early tomorrow.
Arizona sighed once more, a headache already forming from hearing this guy talk. He really should have just kept walking. "Well, aren't you just a a special little snowflake." He snapped as West tried to 'figure out' his problem with him. "You ever take into consideration that I just don't like people? I mean, honestly, it's a little sad that you actually care about what I think about you."
Of course, he didn't mention his stigma against those who used Sniper Rifles as well as his stance on them being cowards. He wouldn't say it to the man of course, he didn't have any right to know. Still, he might as well humor 'West', if only to end this conversation. He didn't want to have to worry about friendly fire on any of the missions either. Taking the outstretched hand and doing a quick forceful shake, before letting go.
"You can call me Arizona, I doubt you'll find much in doing so. But hey, at least you know it now."
Of course, he didn't mention his stigma against those who used Sniper Rifles as well as his stance on them being cowards. He wouldn't say it to the man of course, he didn't have any right to know. Still, he might as well humor 'West', if only to end this conversation. He didn't want to have to worry about friendly fire on any of the missions either. Taking the outstretched hand and doing a quick forceful shake, before letting go.
"You can call me Arizona, I doubt you'll find much in doing so. But hey, at least you know it now."
"It's a little too late for that." Arizona deadpanned, ignoring the other man's attempt to distance himself from a rookie, taking a more relaxed position than he originally was holding. He wasn't going anywhere it seemed. "I might as well talk to one of you anyways, better to get it out of the way than keep wandering around pretending I'm busy. "
It had to be the sniper though, he couldn't stress how much that fact irked him. It could be worse of course, he could have ran into the boisterous buffoon who charged into the last training exercise without stopping to even finish talking. Now that sent shivers of disgust down his back, so he decided to just stick with this bad situation, instead of seeing how it could have been worse.
"So, what do you want to know teammate? My combat history? How I kill people?" He asked, putting a monotonic emphasis on the word 'teammate', as if it pained him to even say the word. It didn't of course, but he was give some sort of indication that being in this man's presence was killing him slowly. Something he couldn't convey visually with his helmet still on.
It had to be the sniper though, he couldn't stress how much that fact irked him. It could be worse of course, he could have ran into the boisterous buffoon who charged into the last training exercise without stopping to even finish talking. Now that sent shivers of disgust down his back, so he decided to just stick with this bad situation, instead of seeing how it could have been worse.
"So, what do you want to know teammate? My combat history? How I kill people?" He asked, putting a monotonic emphasis on the word 'teammate', as if it pained him to even say the word. It didn't of course, but he was give some sort of indication that being in this man's presence was killing him slowly. Something he couldn't convey visually with his helmet still on.
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