Post by Phobia on Apr 18, 2012 13:49:50 GMT -5
Character General Info
Name: It really has no name as it was simply willed into existence by it’s master, Aristedes before it was taken over by Apocalypse. But if It has to choose a name, it likes Jester.
Gender: It has no real gender, but prefers to appear male unless it is pranking someone.
Age: seven months? A million years? When you originate from chaos a world of physical chaos, such petty things as time kind of looses all meaning.
Age looks around the start of the twenties unless it decides otherwise.
Hair: Its hair is blood red, the hair reaches it’s shoulders in length and is tangled and unkempt.
Eyes: It’s eyes are in reality doors, and behind those doors you can see the power that drives it. Its eyes are two pits filled with blue light and flame, pure chaos raging inside It.
Appearance: It’s body is tall, 6.33 feet though this isn’t necessary a constant, It’s weight changing at will as well. It is thin, It’s waist a bit too thin for a normal human as It’s torso widens with muscles. It’s hair is shoulder-length, blood red, tangled and unkempt and It’s skin a sickening pale white. All these traits may change though. The only constant of It’s features are actually It’s eyes which will remain the same no matter what.
First of all, like It’s features, Jester’s appearance can change as It see fit, so this description will be of how he usually appears when not taunting/mocking/Ridiculing or the like. It is dressed much like a court jester; it’s dark purple shoes pointy with a rim and buckle of gold. It’s pants are puffy and checkered with two hues of purple. It’s jacket posses golden buttons and ends in four golden spikes around It’s waist. It’s collar is yellow and so is half the checkers on the left side of It’s Jester-like hat, the other half of the checkers as well as the other half of the hat is the same dark purple as the rest of It’s jacket.
The split hat ends in two brass bells that will only be heard if It wishes so. It is in possession of two huge shoulder blades of dark iron, spikes pointing in a 360 degree around It’s shoulders. Strips of leather is tied around the upper parts of It’s arms, the lower parts puffing like It’s pants before ending in a pair of braces and leather gauntlets.
The only markings and such Jester got is blood red markings around It’s mouth as well as two crosses below it’s eyes.
Personality: It, or Jester to some people, is a vicious, sarcastic, sadistic prankster. It loves to toy with It’s prey, to mock them and tease, to ridicule and taunt. It holds no loyalty towards any mortal man or god as It is a being of chaos. As such a being, It only obeys one being, it’s master who defeated shaper and “father” Aristedes, Apocalypse himself. It will only obey him, and him alone, finding endless, malicious fun in the torment of others. It has no fear, or respect, only instinct. It is a wild card; chaos embodied as before mentioned, It is therefore as likely to murder and gore your family, friends and house pet with a rusty spoon as to hand you an ice cream and ask for a smoke.
Despite It’s generally random and nasty behavior, It may actually plan what to do in the future. Sadly, most plans are thwarted by it’s own impulses and needs. It is a simple being in the way that it allows It’s own needs, urges and lusts to rule It. It will still follow it’s Master’s commands, but more as a guideline than an actual order. Surely, Apocalypse's will shall be done, but there will be detours and such, all in the name of entertainment, It’s entertainment that is.
It is also fascinated by strength, mostly because with great strength and power, much can be done in this world. So It will always seek out those with power when not on a mission from It’s master, and test them in different ways, maybe even attempt to persuade them to join it’s master. After all, when master is happy, It is happy, and It will go to any length to make sure it’s master is happy or content.
Family: It was willed into existence by it’s father and former master, Aristedes.
Background: One day Aristedes, the self-proclaimed personification of Chaos, for whatever reason he had, reached into Abyss and pulled out chaos, not a large amount, merely a fragment or less, and started to shape it. How long he shaped and created is anyone’s guess, since time didn't really apply to him. When done, Aristedes was greeted by a sick giggle as It, or Jester as It would soon name itself, stood up, It’s weapons seemingly materializing out of nothing as It awaited It’s Masters command. Not long after It was created, It’s Master ordered it to go out and search, search for useful subjects for his cause. Jester went out and searched all over America, like a shadow and a whisper, It was everywhere and nowhere to be found.
A year or so later, Jester returned with a small church of followers for It’s master, pleasing him by It’s success. Aristedes, now confident in his creations ability, gave It a much, much more difficult task. Jester was ordered to follow Master Aristedes sister, Order, keeping tap of her and her actions. It did as told and left in search of Order, finding her in It’s masters wake, undoing his work. This infuriated and yet fascinated Jester, since It had never dreamed of one as powerful as It’s master. It was tempted to reveal itself to her, but decided against it as it saw what she did to all chaos around her. So as if It was her own shadow, It followed behind, keeping tap of her actions and whereabouts.
Jester succeed in It’s task, simply because It is only a fragment of the chaos that exist in this world and thus, too minor for Order to notice It. Which in It’s opinion is quite lucky as It don’t feel like dying just yet. Jester kept up It’s trailing of It’s masters sister, noting everything and continuously reporting back to It’s master for many years, noticing how Order slowly grew more and more taxed, it was so faint that only chaos Himself, or in this case, a fragment of him, could pick it up. But either way, she was slowly growing tired, and what happened the day she was too tired to continue, that was really anyone’s guess. One day, six years or so later, Aristedes called Jester back apparently having other plans with It. It gladly obeyed, as It was to return to the states once more, to America, a near raw nexus of powerful individuals.
In newer times, it's former master was slain by the being known as Apocalypse, thus inheriting Jesters leash from It's former master. Feeling no different about It's new master, Jester was more than willing to serve, joining the Brotherhood.
With It’s own words “I’m going to have SO much fun here!”
Character Info
Code Name: Hellequin
Powers:
Jester’s powers does in many ways resemble It’s former master's, even though in a much weaker version, and with slight twists.
Reality Warping: This power can only be used on Jester and his surroundings as well as the clothes of those around him, and only to change appearance of those things affected, but never a sentient, living being other than himself. Jester is thus capable of changing his own appearance as well as conjuring things out of thin air around him. Jester is, due to some random, chaotic power, unable to attack in any other form than his original, thus, even though he is annoying and can have oh so much fun when having changed his appearance, he will have to return to his original if It intents to harm anyone.
This power comes from his origins as a fragment of Chaos, the very substance that was used to make all things. To warp reality It taps into the structure of reality and alters the layout even though things will return to normal after a couple hours or before that if It decides so. The reason it can change itself, is because It is actually a hybrid, a mixture of Chaos and the fragments of a soul once trapped inside the Abyss. The limitation to It’s powers are easily explained. Jester is nothing near as powerful at it’s master was, simple as that.
-Energy Absorption: Jester can absorb most forms of energy, though It cannot manipulate this energy. Instead it is partially sent into Chaos to feed the Abyss, partially to power Itself. It draws constantly on the energy around It in small amounts to continuously feed Itself and the Abyss. If deprived, It logically loses power and weakens, though slowly, and will eventually go into a dormant state.
-Matter Manipulation: Jester can manipulate matter of most forms as earlier described, this is always used on Itself or it’s surroundings. Through this, It attains immortality as It never ages, always renewing Itself.
Strengths:
-Linguistics: Jester is capable of speaking nearly any language It hears, though it will have to study for a couple hours to perfect the language in question.
-Armed combat: Being created as a henchman and assassin of It’s master's, Jester have learned incredibly much about combat with blades, it’s own two favorite weapons a pair of silver daggers with an eye as well as runes etched into them. The blades being a part of It will never leave It’s side, and cannot be stolen as it takes no more than a thought to return them.
-Charisma: Jester is also capable of showing great charisma, easily drawing people to It’s masters cause. It’s tongue is like sliver, capable of slithering inside nearly anyone who hears it’s soul.
-Madness: Jester is mad, chaotic and insane. It’s mind is a hellhole for any telepath foolish enough to attempt to ether it, and will most likely cause more harm to the telepath than any attempted mental attack will to It
Weaknesses:
Faced with an energy absorber, Jester could get into quite an amount of trouble. If deprived of energy for too long, It will go into a dormant state. A power mimic could also pose problems.
Creation-based powers can turn out to be an annoyance and a cause of hatred. It associates most creation with Order, and so when faced with a creation-based power It will assume it is a face of Order. When faced with such, Jester will turn particularly nasty, but also be more prone to anger, and can thus be manipulated or taunted into mistakes.
Jester is easily bored if his opponent isn't interesting, and can quickly loose focus of what he was doing, making him seek entertainment elsewhere.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add: Jester, being mad as a hatter, is capable of showing awareness of the fourth wall from time to time, though this is rare and will pass quickly once it emerges.
Sample RP:
“WHO ARE YOU?” Jason screamed as he ran. Everything had been going smoothly, Jason and his friends had entered the church of this Cult leader, seemingly mighty popular. They had figured that a cult leader’s church would contain at least something of value. Now, all five of Jason’s buddies lay dead on the church floor, a mad, wicked cackle echoing through the great halls. Suddenly, the murderer appeared, smiling, his eyes ablaze with a strange bluish glow. Suddenly the strange jester was gone, a man dressed in a cape with a mask and hood with feline ears on top, a picture of a cat on his chest standing in his place. His face was still pale with the same red markings around the lips and blazing eyes, whiskers now donning his face. “I’m Catman..” He answered in a serious tone before slamming his fist into Jason’s chest, sending the young man flying.
Jason coughed and groaned from the floor after landing and sliding a couple feet as a female nurse walked towards him. Strangely, the nurse’s skin was pale white, the eyes still ablaze and the red markings and crosses still in place. “Naaw..Poor little darling, are you hurt? Seems I’ll have to give you your shot. Please lay still, it will only hurt for a moment.” And with that, the nurse pulled forth a 6 feet long, huge syringe from seemingly nowhere as she walked closer. Jason screamed as he stumbled to his feet, running from the hellish nurse. As he ran, A man dressed in a smoking stepped forth, Jason nearly slamming into him. Jason then noticed the blazing eyes and white skin, screaming again as the man said, “I see you met my sister, I’ll warn you right now, she really know how to play with a man's tool.” He then turned, showing the hole, which had seemingly been drilled directly through his skull. Jason screamed in terror as he ran from the man and the nurse, both laughing manically.
Jason steered towards the exit as fast as he could run, if he got out, he might have a chance to escape this nightmare. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the demonic jester standing before him, smiling. “Well boy... doesn’t seem like you got much backbone at all…. are you a man, or mouse?” As the Jester spoke the word mouse, a purple cloud engulfed him, when it lifted; Jason was facing a 5 feet tall mouse. Jason slowly backed away, terrified beyond belief. The mouse chuckled, it’s blue, blazing eyes fixating on Jason, as it’s red lips curled into a cartoonish grin. “Well..if you’re the mouse, I may as well be the cat.” It exclaimed before transforming before his eyes, growing bigger and bigger, Jason soon faced a 12 feet tall Bengal tiger, growling at him.
Jason slowly backed, mumbling gibberish as he cried, too scared for his brain to function. In the blink of an eye, the tiger was gone and the Jester behind him, his blade resting against Jason’s throat.
“Play times over. Roast in pieces” and with a quick motion, the Jester ended Jason’s life. It then turned It’s blazing eyes towards It’s master as he appeared from the shadows. It bowed, giggling as a wide grin appeared on It’s masters face. Such entertainment the dark Jester of chaos provided him.
Name: It really has no name as it was simply willed into existence by it’s master, Aristedes before it was taken over by Apocalypse. But if It has to choose a name, it likes Jester.
Gender: It has no real gender, but prefers to appear male unless it is pranking someone.
Age: seven months? A million years? When you originate from chaos a world of physical chaos, such petty things as time kind of looses all meaning.
Age looks around the start of the twenties unless it decides otherwise.
Hair: Its hair is blood red, the hair reaches it’s shoulders in length and is tangled and unkempt.
Eyes: It’s eyes are in reality doors, and behind those doors you can see the power that drives it. Its eyes are two pits filled with blue light and flame, pure chaos raging inside It.
Appearance: It’s body is tall, 6.33 feet though this isn’t necessary a constant, It’s weight changing at will as well. It is thin, It’s waist a bit too thin for a normal human as It’s torso widens with muscles. It’s hair is shoulder-length, blood red, tangled and unkempt and It’s skin a sickening pale white. All these traits may change though. The only constant of It’s features are actually It’s eyes which will remain the same no matter what.
First of all, like It’s features, Jester’s appearance can change as It see fit, so this description will be of how he usually appears when not taunting/mocking/Ridiculing or the like. It is dressed much like a court jester; it’s dark purple shoes pointy with a rim and buckle of gold. It’s pants are puffy and checkered with two hues of purple. It’s jacket posses golden buttons and ends in four golden spikes around It’s waist. It’s collar is yellow and so is half the checkers on the left side of It’s Jester-like hat, the other half of the checkers as well as the other half of the hat is the same dark purple as the rest of It’s jacket.
The split hat ends in two brass bells that will only be heard if It wishes so. It is in possession of two huge shoulder blades of dark iron, spikes pointing in a 360 degree around It’s shoulders. Strips of leather is tied around the upper parts of It’s arms, the lower parts puffing like It’s pants before ending in a pair of braces and leather gauntlets.
The only markings and such Jester got is blood red markings around It’s mouth as well as two crosses below it’s eyes.
Personality: It, or Jester to some people, is a vicious, sarcastic, sadistic prankster. It loves to toy with It’s prey, to mock them and tease, to ridicule and taunt. It holds no loyalty towards any mortal man or god as It is a being of chaos. As such a being, It only obeys one being, it’s master who defeated shaper and “father” Aristedes, Apocalypse himself. It will only obey him, and him alone, finding endless, malicious fun in the torment of others. It has no fear, or respect, only instinct. It is a wild card; chaos embodied as before mentioned, It is therefore as likely to murder and gore your family, friends and house pet with a rusty spoon as to hand you an ice cream and ask for a smoke.
Despite It’s generally random and nasty behavior, It may actually plan what to do in the future. Sadly, most plans are thwarted by it’s own impulses and needs. It is a simple being in the way that it allows It’s own needs, urges and lusts to rule It. It will still follow it’s Master’s commands, but more as a guideline than an actual order. Surely, Apocalypse's will shall be done, but there will be detours and such, all in the name of entertainment, It’s entertainment that is.
It is also fascinated by strength, mostly because with great strength and power, much can be done in this world. So It will always seek out those with power when not on a mission from It’s master, and test them in different ways, maybe even attempt to persuade them to join it’s master. After all, when master is happy, It is happy, and It will go to any length to make sure it’s master is happy or content.
Family: It was willed into existence by it’s father and former master, Aristedes.
Background: One day Aristedes, the self-proclaimed personification of Chaos, for whatever reason he had, reached into Abyss and pulled out chaos, not a large amount, merely a fragment or less, and started to shape it. How long he shaped and created is anyone’s guess, since time didn't really apply to him. When done, Aristedes was greeted by a sick giggle as It, or Jester as It would soon name itself, stood up, It’s weapons seemingly materializing out of nothing as It awaited It’s Masters command. Not long after It was created, It’s Master ordered it to go out and search, search for useful subjects for his cause. Jester went out and searched all over America, like a shadow and a whisper, It was everywhere and nowhere to be found.
A year or so later, Jester returned with a small church of followers for It’s master, pleasing him by It’s success. Aristedes, now confident in his creations ability, gave It a much, much more difficult task. Jester was ordered to follow Master Aristedes sister, Order, keeping tap of her and her actions. It did as told and left in search of Order, finding her in It’s masters wake, undoing his work. This infuriated and yet fascinated Jester, since It had never dreamed of one as powerful as It’s master. It was tempted to reveal itself to her, but decided against it as it saw what she did to all chaos around her. So as if It was her own shadow, It followed behind, keeping tap of her actions and whereabouts.
Jester succeed in It’s task, simply because It is only a fragment of the chaos that exist in this world and thus, too minor for Order to notice It. Which in It’s opinion is quite lucky as It don’t feel like dying just yet. Jester kept up It’s trailing of It’s masters sister, noting everything and continuously reporting back to It’s master for many years, noticing how Order slowly grew more and more taxed, it was so faint that only chaos Himself, or in this case, a fragment of him, could pick it up. But either way, she was slowly growing tired, and what happened the day she was too tired to continue, that was really anyone’s guess. One day, six years or so later, Aristedes called Jester back apparently having other plans with It. It gladly obeyed, as It was to return to the states once more, to America, a near raw nexus of powerful individuals.
In newer times, it's former master was slain by the being known as Apocalypse, thus inheriting Jesters leash from It's former master. Feeling no different about It's new master, Jester was more than willing to serve, joining the Brotherhood.
With It’s own words “I’m going to have SO much fun here!”
Character Info
Code Name: Hellequin
Powers:
Jester’s powers does in many ways resemble It’s former master's, even though in a much weaker version, and with slight twists.
Reality Warping: This power can only be used on Jester and his surroundings as well as the clothes of those around him, and only to change appearance of those things affected, but never a sentient, living being other than himself. Jester is thus capable of changing his own appearance as well as conjuring things out of thin air around him. Jester is, due to some random, chaotic power, unable to attack in any other form than his original, thus, even though he is annoying and can have oh so much fun when having changed his appearance, he will have to return to his original if It intents to harm anyone.
This power comes from his origins as a fragment of Chaos, the very substance that was used to make all things. To warp reality It taps into the structure of reality and alters the layout even though things will return to normal after a couple hours or before that if It decides so. The reason it can change itself, is because It is actually a hybrid, a mixture of Chaos and the fragments of a soul once trapped inside the Abyss. The limitation to It’s powers are easily explained. Jester is nothing near as powerful at it’s master was, simple as that.
-Energy Absorption: Jester can absorb most forms of energy, though It cannot manipulate this energy. Instead it is partially sent into Chaos to feed the Abyss, partially to power Itself. It draws constantly on the energy around It in small amounts to continuously feed Itself and the Abyss. If deprived, It logically loses power and weakens, though slowly, and will eventually go into a dormant state.
-Matter Manipulation: Jester can manipulate matter of most forms as earlier described, this is always used on Itself or it’s surroundings. Through this, It attains immortality as It never ages, always renewing Itself.
Strengths:
-Linguistics: Jester is capable of speaking nearly any language It hears, though it will have to study for a couple hours to perfect the language in question.
-Armed combat: Being created as a henchman and assassin of It’s master's, Jester have learned incredibly much about combat with blades, it’s own two favorite weapons a pair of silver daggers with an eye as well as runes etched into them. The blades being a part of It will never leave It’s side, and cannot be stolen as it takes no more than a thought to return them.
-Charisma: Jester is also capable of showing great charisma, easily drawing people to It’s masters cause. It’s tongue is like sliver, capable of slithering inside nearly anyone who hears it’s soul.
-Madness: Jester is mad, chaotic and insane. It’s mind is a hellhole for any telepath foolish enough to attempt to ether it, and will most likely cause more harm to the telepath than any attempted mental attack will to It
Weaknesses:
Faced with an energy absorber, Jester could get into quite an amount of trouble. If deprived of energy for too long, It will go into a dormant state. A power mimic could also pose problems.
Creation-based powers can turn out to be an annoyance and a cause of hatred. It associates most creation with Order, and so when faced with a creation-based power It will assume it is a face of Order. When faced with such, Jester will turn particularly nasty, but also be more prone to anger, and can thus be manipulated or taunted into mistakes.
Jester is easily bored if his opponent isn't interesting, and can quickly loose focus of what he was doing, making him seek entertainment elsewhere.
Affiliation: The Brotherhood
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add: Jester, being mad as a hatter, is capable of showing awareness of the fourth wall from time to time, though this is rare and will pass quickly once it emerges.
Sample RP:
“WHO ARE YOU?” Jason screamed as he ran. Everything had been going smoothly, Jason and his friends had entered the church of this Cult leader, seemingly mighty popular. They had figured that a cult leader’s church would contain at least something of value. Now, all five of Jason’s buddies lay dead on the church floor, a mad, wicked cackle echoing through the great halls. Suddenly, the murderer appeared, smiling, his eyes ablaze with a strange bluish glow. Suddenly the strange jester was gone, a man dressed in a cape with a mask and hood with feline ears on top, a picture of a cat on his chest standing in his place. His face was still pale with the same red markings around the lips and blazing eyes, whiskers now donning his face. “I’m Catman..” He answered in a serious tone before slamming his fist into Jason’s chest, sending the young man flying.
Jason coughed and groaned from the floor after landing and sliding a couple feet as a female nurse walked towards him. Strangely, the nurse’s skin was pale white, the eyes still ablaze and the red markings and crosses still in place. “Naaw..Poor little darling, are you hurt? Seems I’ll have to give you your shot. Please lay still, it will only hurt for a moment.” And with that, the nurse pulled forth a 6 feet long, huge syringe from seemingly nowhere as she walked closer. Jason screamed as he stumbled to his feet, running from the hellish nurse. As he ran, A man dressed in a smoking stepped forth, Jason nearly slamming into him. Jason then noticed the blazing eyes and white skin, screaming again as the man said, “I see you met my sister, I’ll warn you right now, she really know how to play with a man's tool.” He then turned, showing the hole, which had seemingly been drilled directly through his skull. Jason screamed in terror as he ran from the man and the nurse, both laughing manically.
Jason steered towards the exit as fast as he could run, if he got out, he might have a chance to escape this nightmare. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the demonic jester standing before him, smiling. “Well boy... doesn’t seem like you got much backbone at all…. are you a man, or mouse?” As the Jester spoke the word mouse, a purple cloud engulfed him, when it lifted; Jason was facing a 5 feet tall mouse. Jason slowly backed away, terrified beyond belief. The mouse chuckled, it’s blue, blazing eyes fixating on Jason, as it’s red lips curled into a cartoonish grin. “Well..if you’re the mouse, I may as well be the cat.” It exclaimed before transforming before his eyes, growing bigger and bigger, Jason soon faced a 12 feet tall Bengal tiger, growling at him.
Jason slowly backed, mumbling gibberish as he cried, too scared for his brain to function. In the blink of an eye, the tiger was gone and the Jester behind him, his blade resting against Jason’s throat.
“Play times over. Roast in pieces” and with a quick motion, the Jester ended Jason’s life. It then turned It’s blazing eyes towards It’s master as he appeared from the shadows. It bowed, giggling as a wide grin appeared on It’s masters face. Such entertainment the dark Jester of chaos provided him.
