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APPLICATION
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Name:
Journal:
Email:
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Currently playing: [hey this won’t apply to first time appers, this is for any characters you currently have in Scelerata]
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Character: [HEY WHAT’S YOUR CHARACTER’S NAME SO WE CAN TALK TO THEM]
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History: [you can either link to a source or you can be kickass and write it all here, whatever floats your boat]
Personality: [just some insight into who they are and what makes them tick, doesn’t have to be an essay or anything]
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Canon point: [what point in their story are you picking them up from]
First person sample: [just a first person POV style journal entry, long enough that we get a feel for their voice and how their dialogue flows]
Third person sample: [prose or action spam, so long as it’s about 200 words and we see your writing and some introspection on how they mentally react to things and how that mental reaction affects their physical reactions]
[mod note: you can definitely recycle old apps to fit our format and link out to samples. It's preferred that you copy/paste your samples to our form, but not necessary.]
If you think you're ready, then copy and paste this application into a file and get to town! We do ask that you post your application in full to this post -- that is, we prefer that you do not link out for mod easy perusal.
riddle me this:
Journal: takeuchi
Email: ride.this.switch[at]gmail[dot]com
Contact:
Currently playing: your FACE. nobody yet.
Canon: Batman: Arkham City
Character: Edward Nigma / The Riddler
Character Age: 30s
History:
Edward Nashton's life started as many young geniuses' lives will, a young person trying to gain the applause and recognition of their guardian's. He wanted to become that 'Father's pride and joy,' or at least stand up as something more than a speck in his eye. Unfortunately, his impressive intelligence did not even faze his father. He was called a moron, a boorish loser. Unintelligent--which only fuelled his determination to become recognized. Somewhat desperate, in the eve of a puzzle-solving contest (in which the contestants were supposed to solve a nearly-impossible logic problem they'd never seen before) little Eddie Nashton snuck in and worked until he could solve the problem. The boy's father didn't believe him when he said he hadn't cheated, and beat him for his lie. This basic pattern continued through his adolescence, presumably.
As he grew older, Edward Nashton decided to spurn his father entirely, taking on a new identity: Edward Nigma. E. Nigma. (we all see wut u did thar.) He would become the riddle no one could solve, and show them all! This childish determination became an obsession, honing his mind into a cruelly-sharp brilliant tool, for one purpose alone: to make others recognize his intelligence and bow to his wit! Riddler combined this trait with a sadistic sense of humour, crafting puzzles-based schemes and crime sprees, gaining notoriety and wealth. Those grand puzzles and deathtraps and enigmas brought death to many, at least until Batman came onto the scene.
In between his usual crimes and being thrown into Arkham Asylum--after all, this single-minded obsessive compulsion, never a crime without riddle, never a plot without puzzle, combined with his megalomania was a rather fitting diagnosis--the masked bat soon became another puzzle for Edward to solve. Solve he did! But why not preserve the mystery for everyone else? After all, it'd be the crowning achievement on a life-long career of exposure: the Riddler exists to vilify and punish those without intelligence, his whole life is about outsmarting and being cleverer than every single being out there. Wouldn't showing off the simple solution to Gotham's greatest puzzle regarding Gotham's so-called greatest detective be just the thing for Edward's career? He has his theories, but nothing is better than seeing your nemesis humiliated, broken, and dead before you, his life unmasked and everyone looking down on him.
This singular determination drives a fatalistic obsession, the Riddler creating puzzles specifically for Batman, which is a bit creepy, honestly. His dedication knows no bounds!
As the events of Arkham Asylum come together, the asylum itself is saturated--riddled?--with puzzles, hidden trophies and queries galore! Despite this, Edward's actually liberated himself from the Asylum quite recently, smugly announcing this fact in one of his evaluation sessions. Having hidden them already, he's aware of the Joker's plot to take over the asylum and makes a quick escape amidst the chaos. Many of the puzzle locations beg the question, 'how the hell did he even get up there or over there' or 'why the hell did he think this was a good idea', but ah, that's the beauty in it!
In order to even announce the riddles' existence and voice his puzzles, he hacks into Batman's communications, mocking him the whole time. Of course, he doesn't waste his time in the meantime, organizing 'Gotham's Greatest Riddle' as Batman comes closer to solving his puzzles. Unfortunately for Eddie, the Bat unravels his riddles, and discerns the Riddler's location, sending it to the GCPD and they dispatch quick justice upon his skinny nerd hide.
This has two consequences: one, Riddler's plot is stopped yet again, and two, Edward Nigma is now ROYALLY PISSED THE HELL OFF. A normal person might know when to stop, maybe give up and start a life of, who knows, writing puzzles for their local magazine and making a quick buck while they're at it, or something like that, right?
So, guess what he does. Reasonable? Ha! He's a Batman villain. He decides, "Well, if Batman solved all of my riddles... I'm gonna make a whole shit ton more and this time it will TOTALLY WORK. Oh I guess I could take some hostages too."
TONS OF RIDDLES SPLATTERED ALL OVER ARKHAM CITY, like if you let a ferret with bowel issues run wild all over your house, and instead of 'presents' this ferret leaves riddles. Much like any other person, Batman, resigned to his task of cleaning up the mess Edward's made, slowly conquers all of these riddles-- periodically saving someone the mean green query machine has left in a SAW-esque deathtrap, only with more brain-teasers and the guy who made the damn thing making fun of you the entire time. Looking at you, people who used GAMEFAQs. Riddler is dismayed as the floor gives way beneath him (quite literally) and is put in another humiliating defeat.
After escaping, probably after wetting himself in fear of this consequence or that, the Riddler manages to secure himself an alliance with Black Mask and--get this--finds a hotel reservation.
what's the worst way to title an app post?
Edward's driven by his egotistical need to prove his intelligence, first and foremost. He's had a life of crime and is actually physically unable to leave a crime without a riddle! It's not enough for a 'whodunnit', no, they must know that it was him, and that he'd outsmarted all of them while doing so as well! It's not enough for a 'whodunnit', no, they must know that it was him, and that he'd outsmarted all of them while doing so as well!
The man's got high-energy and high motivation, all the time. He's always up to something, be it a new plot or findign a way to break that annoying guard's ankle. That fellow always interrupts his crosswords! His activity is also characterized in his speech--fast flowing and emphatic, just like a man putting on a show, which he almost always is.
Something that goes without mentioning, only not I lied because I'm mentioning it now, is his terrible fashion sense. As someone flashy and with absoluely no sense of class, Riddler bedecks himself in only the most garish shades of green and purple, with a sensible seasoning of question marks. Sensible if you were colorblind.
He's egocentric, but of course, the man's spent his entire life building and building and building himself up! The fellow's got a mouth and he'll snap off at any opportunity, mocking and derisive and somewhat (incredibly) annoying! That ego of his is one of the tell-tale signs of his inferiority complex, that and the dick-measuring contests he puts on with Batman, except by dicks I mean 'ability to solve brainteasers'. His need to prove himself, to have himself at the top and center of attention is mind-bogglingly complete and consuming! He exists to occupy and tease, he'd like to assert.
The man is sadistic, his traps mocking, humiliating, and torturing the inhabitants. Taking pleasure in their pain and their sophomoric attempts at topping him, Riddler makes up for his lack of physical strength in jeering, petty insults, and painful predicaments for those unwise enough to be caught in his traps. That said, he presents this as something normal and sane--why, if everyone were actually passably intelligent and not just morons, these brainteasers would be simple amusements to pass the time! He's no real villain, he's a fellow that just appreciates a few intelligent endeavours.
Regardless, Edward’s actually rather well-spoken and smooth when he wants to be (and isn’t frustrated), and actually kind of sociable! After all, how else would you gain information if not engaging in the usual water-cooler conversation down at ye olde Asylum? He makes and breaks alliances as readily as any of the other gallery of rogues alumni, and he knows a good deal about all of the others. He knows who’s who and what they’re up to, well enough to plant puzzles right under their noses. He has a pretty good amount of henchmen all his own--but as always, hidden inside the ranks of other’s henchmen. No one is the wiser! Except, of course, Batman, when Eddie tells him about them. ...Whoops.
He’s got a very good temper usually, unless it comes to Batman or knowing more than him. Either way, when the Riddler is angry, he makes mistakes and messes more often than he normally does! Slights and jabs at his ego don’t work well for the guy, though it does fuel his burning determination.
Damn, Batman, you’re double-timing so many people on your ‘hated rival’ lists.
answer: a really half-assed attempt at a joke
*Master Hacker - Riddler's character has had a past of being a software engineer or designer or programmer, this manifests itself in the Arkham incarnation as being all three for his own means. He hacks Batman's communications system with ease time and again, as well as programming complex devices and death traps that he uses in his puzzles and conundrums. That said, his broadcasts are characterized by st-stuttering audio and repeating-repeating-repeating video casts with lots of grain and fluctuations that we assume are stylistic choices, or perhaps a by-product of being so encrypted.
*Eidedic memory - Riddler sports a memory photographic in nature.
*Cane - I guess he has a stick he can hit people with if he wanted though.
Canon point: End of Arkham City!
First person sample: [the monitor flicks to life, a slightly-wizened visage taking up most of the screen, almost like a child with their first webcam.] Hello there, Gotham, and how are you this fine evening?
Bored? Lonely? Sad? Well, here's something for the tortured souls. After all, they say bo-bo-boredom is a sign of an unchallenged mind.
So! A challenge you cry out for, and a challenge I will provide. Who's our lucky contestant, today? Or maybe he's just today's pathetic chump... [he steps back, then revealing a man bound down to a chair, struggling against bonds and a blindfold, in a barely-furnished room. The feed gets a little jumpy, and the camera shifts, picked up and zoomed in manually] Now-now-now riddle me this, ladies and gents, what's better than 'Who Wants to Be A Millionaire', 'America's Next Top Model' and the classic, 'Fear Factor'?
[his voice gains a sinister edge, pitching low in place of it's teasing tone from earlier. the camera pans to a blinking black box on the fellow's chest] How about your old pal, the Riddler's new reality TV project, 'Who Wants to Live to See Tomorrow?' And yes, that's my final answer.
Third person sample: Edward smiled, spinning his cane in one hand easily. The action soothed him, calmed him, gave him a focus. Not that he needed one, of course, but his mind was always busily ticking away, the idle actions gave ease to that. It was such a burden, he thought, being the smartest man in the room at any party, the smartest man in the room at any function. At least he ended up hosting most of his own, so it wasn't a big deal at all.
The puzzle-master flopped back into a well-loved green chair, collapsing in on himself with a slight curve of his lips. There, before him, a map of Gotham, tacked with his newest plan, rich with numbers and a small reference to the Ulam SPiral. He supposed marking someone as his 'prime' candidate was a good enough hint, at least at first. Upping the ante would certainly bamboozle anyone, especially mathematicians if he introduced another small variable. There was a chill down his spine at the thought! Edward jumps back up again, and smiles bright, swinging his hand back and tossing his cane to it, sliding his hand back with another spin. Yes, this would do nicely, and he was sure the Bat wouldn't interfere at least until he was good and ready.
Edward'd already heard rumours of a plot on the very same night by Two-Face, which could, very easily, very predictably go one of two ways. That was something he really was endeared by to the other individuals in Gotham's gallery of rogues. If they weren't at least on par with him, he could still enjoy their simple plots as distractions until he took the main stage from them.
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