<a class="postlink" href="https://secure.static.tumblr.com/415d7c58888992c14164b5cba7f60ef0/dg8wzef/2LJnxki4y/tumblr_static_bwy7kic5b688kg4o8000w40oc_640_v2.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: -Unknown-<br/>Alias: "Joe King" "Joe Kerr" "Jack Napier"<br/>Nicknames: Jay, Mistah Jay, Puddin', "freak" by enemies<br/>Age: 76<br/>Age Appearance: 32<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Gender Role: Masculine<br/>Race: Metahuman<br/>Ethnicity: Caucasian<br/>Education Level: Graduate Degree<br/>Height: 6'4"<br/>Weight: 200lbs<br/>Hair Color: mossy green<br/>Eye Color: jade green<br/>Zodiac: Leo<br/>Alignment: Chaotic Evil<br/>Personality Type: ENTP-"The Devils Advocate"<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b105/JAD51287/tdkblog/gifs/joker-rpgfll_jd-12.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Mental Health: schizoaffective disorder-Some of his symptoms are: belief that an ordinary event has special and personal meaning, delusion, thought disorder, racing thoughts, euphoria, limited range of emotions, loss of interest or pleasure in activities, or mood swings, impulsivity, self-harm, or sudden increases in energy, appetite changes or restlessness, false belief of superiority. He also has anti-social personality disorder which is what the DSM-5 now diagnosis sociopathic people with.<br/><br/>Physical Health: occasional bronchitis and cold<br/><br/>Quirks: tongues his scars on the inside of his face, fidgets with his hair, has a slight limp, never stands up straight, sleeps with "knives" the bear, is a closet cuddler, only smokes clove cigarettes<br/>Strengths: ingenuity, curiosity, wisdom, bravery, perseverance, awe(often in dark things), seducer, leadership, theatrical<br/>Weaknesses: abusive, arrogant, callous, cruel, deranged, erratic, hard to deal with, temperamental<br/>Abilities: semi-immortal, toxin immunity<br/>Smells Like: leather, gun power, gasoline on the wind, and sandalwood; body odor is gunpowder and gasoline with a sweet chemical scent<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/dark-knight-interrogation-scene-61.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>First Post:<br/><br/>The sound of gravel crunching beneath his feet and his breath rushing in his ears as he sprinted across the yard at Arkham was like a loud mantra. Searchlights sweeping the property in big whooshing strokes as the alarm blared in a droning rise and fall. Joker didn't slow down, though, he had his eyes on the fence that Johnny told him would be ready for him. For the past week, Joker had his eyes on that fence, making sure it was the right one. Counting the corners and memorizing the area around it for his great escape. A magic act of vanishing. It was all a convenient mishap that the searchlights never swept across where he was running. And maybe Johnny was just that smart...maybe he knew the reach and layout of the searchlights and that they couldn't go this far. Still, though, as he ran his heart pumped violently with adrenaline. He sincerely hoped that they were there on time. And as he neared the fence he angled his shoulder at it and braced for an impact. Not slowing down at all he tucked his head and dove into the fence. The metal gave away and then closed up again with a muffled clinking noise, but not without taking a strip of the gray Arkham jumpsuit with it and cutting his shoulder. The edge of the island cut off abruptly in this spot and he had been warned about it, but having passed through the cut fence at the speed he did the narrow edge was not enough time to stop himself and he went down the narrow bank head over heels twice before righting himself and sliding down.<br/>"I told you to brace for a fall," Johnny said from the shore, tossing his cigarette to the ground.<br/>"That was just physics," Joker growled in reply, not stopping. Instead, he waded into the cold Atlantic water and headed for the small motorboat.<br/>"Never seen such a graceful physics lesson before, boss." Johnny joked though he kept his laugh inside. With an agitated glare, Joker clenched his jaw and halfway turned around, then climbed into the boat. There was one man on the boat, wearing a winter face mask to shield against the biting November wind.<br/>"Who's this?" Joker asked, shedding the gray Arkham jumpsuit and pulling on a pair of black pants and then a solid blue button up over his undershirt.<br/>"The guy with a boat," Johnny replied, handing Joker his dark purple coat.<br/>"The guy with a boat," Joker echoed with a dark tone to his voice as he put his coat on and checked his pockets. Happy to find his knives in his pockets again he picked one and flicked it open. "The guy with the boat..." He repeated, stepping up to him. "I have a new job for you, boatman." He growled, ripping off the fabric mask and yanking his hair back.<br/>"No, p-please! I was just trying to help!" The man stammered, eyes wide with fear. "I'm...I'm a huge fan...please, Joker!"<br/>"You should have known..." Joker began, resting his face against the side of his fan's head as he stroked the blade across the other side of his face. "...that when you start a job with the Maniax you get promoted quickly." He held out the Arkham jumpsuit. "Put this on." He demanded, "PUT IT ON!" He growled with more conviction when the man didn't take the clothing. Then, from the inner breast pocket, Joker took out his pack of clove-scented cigarettes and put one in his mouth. And, almost like a trained monkey, Johnny struck a match and held it to the cigarette. Joker smoked a few hits of his cigarette before handing it off for Johnny to hold. "What's your name."<br/>"What?" The boatman asked, shivering in the cold wet jumpsuit.<br/>"Your name, what is it?" Joker asked, his whole demeanor seeming to be friendly and conversational.<br/>"G-Gre-eg." The boatman answered in a shiver, eyeing the knife that Joker pulled from his pocket again.<br/>"Well, Greg...it was nice meeting you," Joker said, tonguing the scars on the inside of his cheek as he stepped up. "I don't meet many fans." He nodded in contrast to the shaking head of Greg. "You should consider it an honor, Greg..." His voice was like gravel, eyes dead as he stabbed Greg in the stomach. "Wearing my jumpsuit, my number..." He continued, stabbing Greg a few more times before pushing him over the boat and into the cold Atlantic water. "Well," Joker chimed, wiping his hair out of his face and tonguing the scar on the inside of his bottom lip before taking his cigarette back. "That was fun." He took a seat at the wheel and shifted gears before throttling away from the island and towards the China Docks. It felt weird, being without makeup, so after a few short minutes Joker leaned down and picked up the fabric winter face mask and put it on. Speeding up the boat he couldn't wait to get to the car that was waiting for him because he knew that Harley would have his makeup.