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[SillyMcGilly]

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[battybatman]

-Talia al Ghul [available]

[SillyMcGilly]

May 18, 2017 16:30:33 GMT -6 battybatman said:

-Talia al Ghul [available]

Hey Batty, in order to apply for a character you must either copy the profile written for them and add a sample post at the bottom, or in the case of Talia who has no profile yet, write a profile for her yourself. You can copy the easy-to-write applications template from this page, put in her info, and then after you write a short sample post, post the app here once again for me to look over. Thanks!

[battybatman]

Name: Talia al Ghul

Alter Ego: Fellow

Moral Compass: Good

Character Type: Fanmade

Birthplace: "That" cloud in the distance

Personality: Kind of a quieter one preferring to leave the action to others.

Appearance: Image

Bio:

Sample Post:

Player Information:

posting to save time - will finish bio soon!

[SillyMcGilly]

Jun 7, 2017 20:19:47 GMT -6 battybatman said:

Name: Talia al Ghul

Alter Ego: Fellow

Moral Compass: Good

Character Type: Fanmade

Birthplace: "That" cloud in the distance

Personality: Kind of a quieter one preferring to leave the action to others.

Appearance: Image

Bio:

Sample Post:

Player Information:

posting to save time - will finish bio soon!

Okay. Be sure to repost when you're done.

Just a couple things I need to mention is that Talia is considered kindof an in-between character in normal fiction. She is good, but, more along the antihero route. So I'd probably write "chaotic good" or "antihero" in as the moral compass. However, if you intend to go a more honorable route with her character, that is perfectly fine with me!

More importantly though, this character would be considered a "canon" character since she exists in the official DC universe. Fanmades are the title reserved for those characters which are custom or completely new. Basically they are a character the player has come up with themself, or a character that is so modified from a preexisting character that they are almost entirely new.

So, just make that quick correction(s), write a good bio and sample post and add an image to that image link area, and you're good to go! ;D^ I'll look it over after that. Like I said, just repost this app after you've completed it please so I can be notified when it's a complete profile. Thanks!

[Julian Day]

Name: Julian Gregory Day

Alter Ego: Calendar Man

Moral Compass: Naughty

Character Type: Canon

Birthplace: Gotham City

Personality:

Day suffers from schizotypal personality disorder, with ideas of reference focusing around the calendar. According to Arkham, he believes the major dates of Gregorian calendar mark times when he is personally and uniquely freed from societal norms. On these dates, he exhibits mildly sociopathic, frequently criminal behavior. He often wears costumes to correlate with the date of the designated crime.

His crimes always have a relationship to the date that they are committed. The theme may be related to what day of the week it is or to a holiday or to a special anniversary on that date; he will plan his crime around that day. He relies on intellect and cunning rather than brute strength in direct conflict, but he can handle himself in a fight.

Appearance: Image

Bio:

As a youth, Julian Day's father promised he would be home for the holidays. Taking a bus to wait for him at the station, Day waited from Christmas Eve to New Year's Day. When the police took Julian in, he was almost dead from exposure. Saved on New Year’s Day, he began to associate literal meanings with each day.

It wasn’t long after that both of his parents, the absent father and apathetic mother, met grisly ends on Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, respectively.

With a number of scholarships from a variety of groups and organizations focused on providing aid to underprivileged students, Julian was sent away to school. Highly intelligent, but dangerously unstable, Day became withdrawn and developed severe mood swings. He returned to Gotham in his mid-twenties, trading college for crime.

Through the years, Day’s malfeasance has evolved. Sometimes playful, sometimes malevolent, his machinations can - quite literally - change with the seasons; the two constants in his villainy are an obsession with the Gregorian calendar and the symbolism of events and holidays. He’s posed as entertainers and educators, engineered weapons ranging from blades to bombs, and fought vigilantes and villains while working towards his goal, whatever it may be...

His most famous (read: infamous) deeds fell during the so-called “Long Halloween,” where he was the prime suspect in the “Holiday Murders,” though he had been in Arkham for the entirety of the gang war. Though Day often pointed out that he had been in Arkham for nearly two years prior to that first pumpkin appearing in Johnny Viti’s bathroom, his involvement is still suspected, still whispered, in certain circles. Some said he was the true killer, pinning the crimes on Alberto Falcone to avoid backlash from the crime families, and others maintained he was a consultant or an informant, feeding information to the police - and Batman.

The years to follow and the “Hangman Murders” served to push him further outside the circle of Gotham’s criminal elite, the rogues and their ilk.


Sample Post:

“Well, Julian?” The doctor shifted her notepad on her lap and peered over her bifocals at the thick, pale man on the opposite side of the glass. “I suppose I hardly need to tell you what day it is?”

Julian Day, the criminal known as Calendar Man, sat in shadow in the far side of his cell, his fingers steepled under his nose. This was Dr. Spade’s ninth attempt to speak with him, to offer counseling, in as many weeks. Every Tuesday since May 16. Nine in the morning. She was never early and never late. Nine o’clock on the nose. He could appreciate that. Very well... “Did you vote this morning?”

Dr. Spade stiffened in surprise. Day had offered her nothing more than arched eyebrows or disdainful sneers as responses in the previous eight (attempted) sessions. “In truth, I did not.”

“Hm. Primary elections are rarely granted the attention they deserve.” He lifted his head, the dim light in the hallway reflecting off his shaved scalp. “Naturally, I cannot vote while serving my sentence. Sad that so many neglect their civil duties until it’s time to choose a new president every four years.”

“It is sad.” Spade nodded in agreement. “Maybe I’ll run out on lunch.”

“Do you know why we vote on Tuesdays?”

“No, I can’t say that I do.” She tapped her pen against her palm.

“In the 19th-century, farmers often needed a full day to travel to the county seat to vote. Tuesday was established as election day because it didn't interfere with the Sabbath or with market day, which was on Wednesday in many towns.” He brought his hands away from his face and set them on his knees. He exhaled a sharp sigh as he lifted himself up, off his cot. “Congress passed a federal law in 1845 designating the first Tuesday subsequent to the first Monday in November as Election Day. The same rule is applied to primary elections, though the months will vary by state and purpose.”

“I see.” Dr. Spade scribbled a few lines of notes. “Save the primary election, does today have any special significance to you?”

“Every day has special significance to me.” He pointed to the calendar hung on the wall to his right. Prior to Arkham coming under heavy fire from groups such as the ACLU, AFSC, FIDH, and, most recently, Amnesty International, he hadn’t been allowed to have proper toilet paper in his cell, much less a calendar. Recent changes allowed certain amenities to low-risk patients, such as Day. “Today, though?” He cleared his throat and continued. “Today is a Tuesday. Today is August 8, 2017. Today is International Cat Day and National Dollar Day.” He took a step towards the glass. “Today is the 32nd Tuesday and 220th day of the year. Today is the 49th day of Summer – and there are 45 days left ‘til Fall. There are 145 days left in the year.”

“Tempus fugit,” she muttered, writing additional notes.

“Pardon?” Day took a second step towards her.

Spade cleared her throat. “Tempus fugit. It means-”

“I know what it means.” Another step forward. “Why did you say it?”

“Well...” She glanced back from Julian to her notes and back to Julian. “The year’s already half over, more than half over. It seems as though you blink and another hour, another day, another week, or another month has passed.”

“Precisely.” Day tilted his head. “And you mean to tell me that today has no special significance to you?”

“Point taken.”

“Mm.” He nodded. “There’s also your anniversary.”

“Excuse me?” Spade’s hand faltered and she dropped her pen. Her face flushed as she gave a nervous smile and leaned down to retrieve it. When she looked up, Calendar Man was standing directly on the other side of the glass, not three feet away. All color left her face.

“Your anniversary,” Julian repeated, his voice soft. “Up until today, you’ve kept your dress to traditional business attire underneath your lovely, little white coat. Yes, you like your skirts a touch high – and you certainly have the legs for it – but you always accompany it with a professional top and tights. Your heels are always a touch flashy, but always closed-toe.”

Spade tried to respond, but simply gasped, her mouth moving like that of a fish fresh out of the water.

“Today, however... No tights? Open-toe pumps? Meeee-ow.” Day grinned and took a step back. “I wasn’t going to comment on the neckline, but you just gave me a glimpse of what I had already suspected.” He winked before turning and walking back to his bed.

“I... I don’t understa-”

“You said you’d vote on lunch, not after your shift.” He continued without turning back to face her. “I was born in Gotham, Dr. Spade. You may be new to the city, but, surely, you know it’s next-to-impossible to get anywhere in thirty minutes, much less make it round-trip inside an hour. The only reason to immediately rule out the evening would be the fact that you have plans.” He held his left hand aloft and twitched his ring finger. “Considering your tan line, you’re either recently divorced or you remove your wedding ring while you’re on the clock.” He glanced back, over his shoulder. “I’m guessing the latter.”

She stood and said nothing. The color returned to her face, her cheeks ruddy.

“Let’s not forget the gold bracelet on your other hand. That’s new. You left the string on the band when you – or your significant other – tore off the price tag.” His grin turned into a mocking frown. “I hope that’s not real ivory. You’ll need to be careful where you flash that around.”

She instinctively covered her wrist.

“Traditional and modern anniversary gifts for…” He rubbed his nose in thought as he sat down. “Thirteen? No… Fourteen years.”

Spade threw her notepad to the floor and half-walked, half-ran down the hall, away from Day.

“Congratulations!” he called out after her.




Player Information: [e-mail]

[SillyMcGilly]

Julian Day

Bravo! Very excellent profile, and amazingly well thought out and executed sample post. Approved. Be sure to make a Role Call list!

If you would like, you can use this sample post as your first post at Arkham Asylum in The Looney Bin. Or you can make an all new post either there or somewhere else. (Crimetown is the recommended alternative).

Have fun! And good on ya for nabbing such an obscure character! 

-Admin


P.S. Control of characters such as citizens and goons of whatever bad guy you are playing are perfectly acceptable in this game, so as long as you are not playing the same characters as someone else. So your sample works in our game as a regular post.

[CmdrTrailblazer]

Name: Pamela Lillian Isley

Alter Ego: Poison Ivy

Moral Compass: Bad

Character Type: Canon

Birthplace: Seattle, USA

Personality: Manipulative, Arrogant, Protective, Obsessive

Appearance: Image

Bio: Pamela Lillian Isley was a former botanist and chemist for a cosmetics company. However, she became involved with plant and wildlife protective groups, and in time, became a full-blown eco-terrorist. Then came the accident. Whatever happened left Pamela with the ability to control the growth of plants and secrete a pheromone that allows her to render anyone, particularly men, to her suggestion. She also is immune to any and all toxins. In addition to her 'powers', Dr Isley can use her knowledge of chemistry to create series and toxins. Pamela coined herself 'Poison Ivy', and has been leading a one person crusade to 'free' all plant life, no matter who stands in her way.

Sample Post: Getting past the guards was easy. Just a a look at the well-built attractive redhead was enough to get them distracted. Her kiss was almost unnecessary.

Either way, Poison Ivy was inside the bank. She didn't like the fact that she had to use money in the first place. Money was a tool of the greed, ecologically destructive CEOs and their cronies. But sometimes you have to do something you don't agree with to succeed. This was simply one of those things.

Now for the vault door...

Ivy looked at the large steel door and gave it a moment of thought. She stretched out her arms, and willed the vines wrapped around her to stretch out. The vines wrapped around the door until it was completely covered in green.

Grunting with effort, Ivy slowly pulled the door open. No alarms went off. She paused. Silent alarm!

Quickly, Ivy strode into the vault. She cursed to herself. There was no cash here! 

"What did you expect, the Federal Reserve?"

Ivy turned to the sound of the voice. "Batman."

"Little did you know," he said in reply, "but they clear out their cash every third Saturday."

Ivy scoffed. "Then it looks like I got to try elsewhere."

"No Ivy," the Bat said, "It's back to Arkham for you."

"I'm never going back! I have a purpose here!" she shouted at him. Before he could respond, Poison Ivy pulled a vial from her form-fitting suit and threw it at Batman's feet. "It's a good thing I came prepared."

The vial shattered, and a mist flowed up and to his face. He coughed once and lunged at Ivy. She responded by delivering a kick to is abdomen. He rolled away and chopped at her. She jumped back, which was unnecessary as his hand completely missed.

"Looks like the toxin is taking effect," Ivy said with a smirk. "Soon, you'll be completely fine. Until then, your senses will be dulled. I didn't have time to make up something fancy for you. I won't make the same mistake twice."

With that, she blew him a kiss and left the Bat.

[SillyMcGilly]

Sept 17, 2017 19:36:01 GMT -6 CmdrTrailblazer said:

Name: Pamela Lillian Isley

Alter Ego: Poison Ivy

Lookin good! Gonna call it approved. Be sure to remove the sample post before posting the profile in its own thread here.

As a side note just for clarification, Batman is currently missing in the game. As a sample, this post works fine since the characterizations are all solid. However, you will need to write a new first post. (And obviously, you cannot play another character in your posts without applying for them or getting permission from a mod or admin.)

You can start her out pretty much anywhere as long as it works in congruency with the plot going on currently for this introduction. 

Best of luck, and have fun!
-Admin

(bat)

[Blue Rose]

Name:   Wendell Lewis

Alter Ego:   The Sewer King

Moral Compass: Bad

Character Type: Canon 

Birthplace:   Unrevealed. Possibly Gotham City.

Personality:   Loud, easily distressed or angered, doesn't really like children, is fond of his pet sewer alligators and pretties he orders children to steal for him, etc. 

Appearance: eternalashlotte.webs.com/Screenshot%202017-12-18%20at%2011.49.20%20AM.png

Bio:    Wendell Lewis grew up poor and was shunned by society before he found himself in Gotham City's sewer. He came across sewer alligators and trained them to attack enemies. Alligators were also ''pretties'' to him and he cared about them. Not willing to return to the surface where others mistreated him, Wendell gathered orphans and used them to steal items, food, etc. for him after he dubbed himself the Sewer King. ''Bring pretties for your king!''

The Sewer King also taught various lessons near the children. ''Rule number one. NO TALKING! Children should be seen and not heard.'' Anyone talking was locked in a room filled with light for a few hours. The light harmed the children due to them being in the sewer for a long time.

One boy got out of the room and was found by Batman before he was in the latter's home. He and Batman went to the boy's friends in the sewer. Batman was disgusted due to seeing the sickly looking children. 

The Sewer King appeared with his two pet alligators and used them to attack Batman. He gasped and was visibly distressed after Batman harmed the alligators by prying their jaws open. He ran from Batman before the latter fell through a sewer hole. 

The Sewer King said Batman caused him distress and harmed his pretties. He tried to get him to release a pipe by using his boot heel to step on his fingers. He lost his balance and fell in the water. His alligators dove after him.

Batman assumed the Sewer King was killed, but the latter reached the shore and mentioned the alligators were his pretties. The Sewer King scratched one alligator's snout and left. 

A little while later, Batman followed the Sewer King and knocked him to the ground. Batman dragged the Sewer King out of a train's way. He was tempted to deal with the Sewer King himself for what he did to the children. He allowed the cops to arrest the Sewer King and take him to prison.

The Sewer King was eventually released from prison. He decided to search for other villains to help him get even with Batman. What he didn't know was that Batman was gone.




Sample Post:    There were various reasons why the Sewer King scowled by his throne. ''What are my children going to do to offend me this time? Are they going to talk during lessons? Children should be seen and never heard. Perhaps the little monsters will bring ordinary things instead of pretties from the surface for their king. Ohhh. Yes! Yes!'' he muttered.

The Sewer King continued to scowl as a few children appeared and approached him. ''Did you bring any pretties for your king?'' he asked them. He watched as they exchanged glances. ''I sent you to take from others. Ohhh. Yes! Yes!''

The Sewer King watched as one girl revealed three pennies on her palms. He trembled for a moment. ''Those pennies aren't pretties!'' he said. He turned to a boy after the latter removed one empty wallet out of his pants pocket. 

After trembling again, the Sewer King pointed at the children. He used his finger to jab the air with every word. ''Y,Y,Y,YOU ARE DISTRESSING ME!'' The Sewer King glanced at all children and their wide eyes. ''OBTAIN ACTUAL PRETTIES FOR YOUR KING!'' he shrieked. He watched as the children ran.

The Sewer King ceased trembling. He heard footsteps by his throne and looked to one side. He saw two alligators as they approached him. The Sewer King smiled before he scratched their snouts.

''My other pretties. You never cause me distress.''   

Player Information:  [e-mail]


OOC - Sorry about the image link. I wasn't exactly sure how to post it. I tried to follow the original template, but it didn't work.

[SillyMcGilly]

Feb 5, 2018 14:11:23 GMT -6 Blue Rose said:

Name:   Wendell Lewis

Alter Ego:   The Sewer King

Moral Compass: Bad

Character Type: Canon 

Birthplace:   Unrevealed. Possibly Gotham City.

Personality:   Loud, easily distressed or angered, doesn't really like children, is fond of his pet sewer alligators and pretties he orders children to steal for him, etc. 

Appearance: eternalashlotte.webs.com/Screenshot%202017-12-18%20at%2011.49.20%20AM.png

Bio:    Wendell Lewis grew up poor and was shunned by society before he found himself in Gotham City's sewer. He came across sewer alligators and trained them to attack enemies. Alligators were also ''pretties'' to him and he cared about them. Not willing to return to the surface where others mistreated him, Wendell gathered orphans and used them to steal items, food, etc. for him after he dubbed himself the Sewer King. ''Bring pretties for your king!''

The Sewer King also taught various lessons near the children. ''Rule number one. NO TALKING! Children should be seen and not heard.'' Anyone talking was locked in a room filled with light for a few hours. The light harmed the children due to them being in the sewer for a long time.

One boy got out of the room and was found by Batman before he was in the latter's home. He and Batman went to the boy's friends in the sewer. Batman was disgusted due to seeing the sickly looking children. 

The Sewer King appeared with his two pet alligators and used them to attack Batman. He gasped and was visibly distressed after Batman harmed the alligators by prying their jaws open. He ran from Batman before the latter fell through a sewer hole. 

The Sewer King said Batman caused him distress and harmed his pretties. He tried to get him to release a pipe by using his boot heel to step on his fingers. He lost his balance and fell in the water. His alligators dove after him.

Batman assumed the Sewer King was killed, but the latter reached the shore and mentioned the alligators were his pretties. The Sewer King scratched one alligator's snout and left. 

A little while later, Batman followed the Sewer King and knocked him to the ground. Batman dragged the Sewer King out of a train's way. He was tempted to deal with the Sewer King himself for what he did to the children. He allowed the cops to arrest the Sewer King and take him to prison.

The Sewer King was eventually released from prison. He decided to search for other villains to help him get even with Batman. What he didn't know was that Batman was gone.




Sample Post:    There were various reasons why the Sewer King scowled by his throne. ''What are my children going to do to offend me this time? Are they going to talk during lessons? Children should be seen and never heard. Perhaps the little monsters will bring ordinary things instead of pretties from the surface for their king. Ohhh. Yes! Yes!'' he muttered.

The Sewer King continued to scowl as a few children appeared and approached him. ''Did you bring any pretties for your king?'' he asked them. He watched as they exchanged glances. ''I sent you to take from others. Ohhh. Yes! Yes!''

The Sewer King watched as one girl revealed three pennies on her palms. He trembled for a moment. ''Those pennies aren't pretties!'' he said. He turned to a boy after the latter removed one empty wallet out of his pants pocket. 

After trembling again, the Sewer King pointed at the children. He used his finger to jab the air with every word. ''Y,Y,Y,YOU ARE DISTRESSING ME!'' The Sewer King glanced at all children and their wide eyes. ''OBTAIN ACTUAL PRETTIES FOR YOUR KING!'' he shrieked. He watched as the children ran.

The Sewer King ceased trembling. He heard footsteps by his throne and looked to one side. He saw two alligators as they approached him. The Sewer King smiled before he scratched their snouts.

''My other pretties. You never cause me distress.''   

Player Information:  [e-mail]


OOC - Sorry about the image link. I wasn't exactly sure how to post it. I tried to follow the original template, but it didn't work.

Awesome profile for an awesome obscure! Approved. You can post this profile (minus the sample post) under its own topic right here with the same title as the character's name. Crimetown as you said is possibly the best place to write him, so I'd say start there. Have fun!