Post by riddler on Dec 5, 2011 10:54:39 GMT -6
Canon Character Application
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Character Name: Edward Nigma
Nickname/Alias: The Riddler
Version: Comic plus own interpretation
Race: Human
Alignment/Affiliation(s): Netural Evil
Occupation/class: Edward was a Financial Analyst for Fannie Mae Gotham’s Firm before 2008 recession. He was fired from his job for supposedly giving out ‘bad’ loans. Without work he was forced to a menial tech job, Geek Squad Attendant. He then turned to a life of crime partly for entertainment, and partly from the frustration of humanity’s stupidity.
Physical Appearance: He is a tall man that is always slouched over towards his right onto his cane. He wears a dark green bowler cap that covers his well kept bronze hair. He also wears a pen stripe green suit jacket over a white tee-shirt that has a permanent sharpie question mark scrawled across it. He usually wears lose jeans because they feel better on his leg. His auto expression is a smug slightly tilted smirk.
Abilities: Genius Level deductive reasoning, a vast assortment of knowledge, and a good aim with a pistol.
Weaknesses: Edward’s biggest weakness is his own arrogance. His low expectations of the people around him allows them to surprise him. His right leg is also handicap forcing him to use a cane and keeping him from running
Personality: Because of what happened to Edward's leg, he has a short fuse for his own men being stupid. It literally causing a sharp pain to travel along his leg. However, his short fuse does not belittle his humor. He is known for letting out a childish giggle every time he learns something new. The main part of Edward's personality would have to be arrogance. He treats everyone as if they are beneath him because...well they are. He is very ambitious because he believes he always deserves more. A bigger hide out, a nicer jacket, a green diamond, a newer model of computer software, he deserves it all. When working on a riddle he tends to start muttering to himself and pacing across the room. If a person interrupts his thoughts they usually get shot. He also has an obsession with tootsie pops because tootsie pops hold the only unsolvable riddle in the world. How many licks to the center of the tootsie pop?
Background/History: Edward’s father was jealous at least as far as Edward was concerned. Why else would he constantly degrade all of his amazing achievements? He remembered a particular moment in his youth when his school grade teacher offered a contest to him and the other children. She offered an impossible riddle. Unfortunately, it was far from impossible. Edward solved it in a night. His father reaction was the usual. He pulled off his belt and with each smack to the back Edward was called a cheater like it was bad. Yes, his father was jealous that Edward had won while all the others had lost. He was jealous that Edward had the brain and determination to win at no matter the cost. Yes, his father was weak and beneath him. But all of that was in the past. Edward had moved on with a bachelor degree from Gotham University and a Master degree from Yale. He was now working as a lead financial analyst at Fannie Mae’s Gotham’s Firm. He brought in the most clients. He brought in the most money. He predicted the big economic boom in the nineties and then the dot bubble that effected loans. But what do the cooperate pigs do when he warned them of mortgage crisis….they fire him. They fire him because they didn’t want to accept the responsibility of the entire company collapsing. It only got worse after there. For some reason none of his employers were willing to give him a reference so he was forced to do low wage simple monkey brainwork. He joined….geek squad. Each day he was forced to help idiots with there computer problems. Have you ever had to explain to someone where the Start button is on the PC or explain that the reason the computer won’t start is because it isn’t plugged in? Yes, it was unbearable, but he could handle it because he still had running.
He had been running since high school. He was a track star in college and even won his team some metals. After school he did running recreationally through Gotham’s City Park. He loved running. The sound of only your feet against the concrete and your heavy breathing made it even numbed his mind. Not like how the whole zombie society’s minds are numb, but in a soothing calm he can deal with these idiots numb. One day he was on his routine jog around the city. Unfortunately, a drunk decided to get behind the wheel. The drunk driver ran a red light just as Edward was crossing. The driver swerved, but hit a lamp post. Edward tried to dodge it, but the lamp post ended up falling on his leg. He couldn’t lift it. The city brought a construction company to try to lift the object, but the company mistakenly brought the wrong equipment. His leg was trapped under the weight for 3 hours. His muscle died, and the Hospital’s only option was to amputate. Edward rejected. He would not lose his leg. Running was the only thing he had left. It was the only thing that could help him handle society. He protested until the doctor’s agreed to take out the dead muscle tissue and leave the leg. When the surgery was finished he had his leg, but he had the immense pain to go with it. He could never run again. Forced to a cane, and exhausted of humanity’s idiocy being the cause of his pain he turned to a childhood pass time. Riddles. His first focus was on revenge. He created riddles for his Fannie Mae superiors. He made riddles for the drunk driver, the construction workers, and the doctors unable to heal him. Now while he called them riddles society considered them death traps. It was all going well until Batman determined his riddles. One man figured them out! Batman captured him, and a new riddle appeared. Who is the Batman? While death traps were entertaining, his riddles were primary focused on the Bat. He now robs banks, museums, and any other antique trinkets that could catch the Batman’s attention and fool the GCPD.
Role-play Sample
He watched the man dressed in black glare at him through the screen. He couldn’t help the smug smirk from appearing on his face as he watched the frustration written on the Batman’s scowling lips.
“Edward, I will find you,” Batman spoke with that throaty voice of his.
The smirk on his face only grew. He leaned back causally in his comfortable black chair as a tootsie pop danced in his finger. Batman was his biggest challenge. Every riddle he presented Gotham Batman would rise up to the answer. It reminded him of the World Chess Championship of 1972. Fischer and Spassky representing two great powers in a single match. It was a battle of strategy, intelligence, and patience that only two geniuses could handle. Batman was his Fischer.
“Oh Batman, you make that sound like a threat. Riddle me this, you need two people, shoes, and a good fast pace beat, what is it?” he asked bringing the lollipop up to his mouth.
“Salsa,” he growled out taking a step forward to the camera that was located miles away from him, “But I don’t care about you’re riddle’s Edward. Where is she?”
Edward tapped his lollipop lightly on his lips as his eyes looked upwards to the ceiling in a thoughtful expression. “Salsa? I was going for the answer 'Fighting with you', but I presume salsa can work as well,” he said politely before turning back to the large screen and the small webcam above it.
“Where is she?” the Batman growled again.
Edward smiled deviously, “She’s dealing with her own brain teaser.” He thought of Batgirl who he had attached to a virtual reality game that would electrocute her if she did not solve the game in time. “I’ll give you a hint, a eleventh violins twirled ruins win age mover?” he read the riddle off as he thought of Gotham’s Hero Game Arcade. It was a simple enough riddle if you could figure out the anagram. Where do villains never win until it’s game over?
Batman’s face looked contorted in frustration over the riddle, but Edward knew he would figure it out. He always did.
“Boss,” the door opened with the sound of Robby’s voice. Did the boy not realize he was in the middle of something? His smirk automatically disappeared as the pain in his leg started up again. He turned to the screen and forced a smile. “Well I must say my farewells,” he stated then clicked off the screen with his remote causing a giant green question mark to a merge. He knew Batman would be furious, and he slightly enjoyed that thought. The pain though in his leg reminded him of the kid. He whipped his head to the entrance of the small grey-cemented room that only had a few computes in it.
“Is there a particular reason you’re interrupting me,” he snapped as his free hand went to his right leg to rub the pain.
The blond headed boy awkwardly shifted from one leg to another in fear. The kid didn’t speak. Edward controlled the irritation by putting his lollipop in his mouth then yanking out his pistol from his waistband and pointing it at the kid. “If you have time stand there mutely you have time for a riddle,” he spoke smiling.
“But..”
“What has two hands and doesn’t speak?” he asked prepared to shot this waste of life if he heard the wrong answer. He didn’t have time to waste on unintelligent thoughts. He especially couldn’t have his employees messing up or interrupting.
The boy started shaking and glancing around the small room in search of the answer. He finally looked back at him and stuttered out, “A-a clock?”
The Riddler smiled his smug expression. He answered slowly and sweetly, “Wrong, a good wife.”
Password: Justice!
Character Name: Edward Nigma
Nickname/Alias: The Riddler
Version: Comic plus own interpretation
Race: Human
Alignment/Affiliation(s): Netural Evil
Occupation/class: Edward was a Financial Analyst for Fannie Mae Gotham’s Firm before 2008 recession. He was fired from his job for supposedly giving out ‘bad’ loans. Without work he was forced to a menial tech job, Geek Squad Attendant. He then turned to a life of crime partly for entertainment, and partly from the frustration of humanity’s stupidity.
Physical Appearance: He is a tall man that is always slouched over towards his right onto his cane. He wears a dark green bowler cap that covers his well kept bronze hair. He also wears a pen stripe green suit jacket over a white tee-shirt that has a permanent sharpie question mark scrawled across it. He usually wears lose jeans because they feel better on his leg. His auto expression is a smug slightly tilted smirk.
Abilities: Genius Level deductive reasoning, a vast assortment of knowledge, and a good aim with a pistol.
Weaknesses: Edward’s biggest weakness is his own arrogance. His low expectations of the people around him allows them to surprise him. His right leg is also handicap forcing him to use a cane and keeping him from running
Personality: Because of what happened to Edward's leg, he has a short fuse for his own men being stupid. It literally causing a sharp pain to travel along his leg. However, his short fuse does not belittle his humor. He is known for letting out a childish giggle every time he learns something new. The main part of Edward's personality would have to be arrogance. He treats everyone as if they are beneath him because...well they are. He is very ambitious because he believes he always deserves more. A bigger hide out, a nicer jacket, a green diamond, a newer model of computer software, he deserves it all. When working on a riddle he tends to start muttering to himself and pacing across the room. If a person interrupts his thoughts they usually get shot. He also has an obsession with tootsie pops because tootsie pops hold the only unsolvable riddle in the world. How many licks to the center of the tootsie pop?
Background/History: Edward’s father was jealous at least as far as Edward was concerned. Why else would he constantly degrade all of his amazing achievements? He remembered a particular moment in his youth when his school grade teacher offered a contest to him and the other children. She offered an impossible riddle. Unfortunately, it was far from impossible. Edward solved it in a night. His father reaction was the usual. He pulled off his belt and with each smack to the back Edward was called a cheater like it was bad. Yes, his father was jealous that Edward had won while all the others had lost. He was jealous that Edward had the brain and determination to win at no matter the cost. Yes, his father was weak and beneath him. But all of that was in the past. Edward had moved on with a bachelor degree from Gotham University and a Master degree from Yale. He was now working as a lead financial analyst at Fannie Mae’s Gotham’s Firm. He brought in the most clients. He brought in the most money. He predicted the big economic boom in the nineties and then the dot bubble that effected loans. But what do the cooperate pigs do when he warned them of mortgage crisis….they fire him. They fire him because they didn’t want to accept the responsibility of the entire company collapsing. It only got worse after there. For some reason none of his employers were willing to give him a reference so he was forced to do low wage simple monkey brainwork. He joined….geek squad. Each day he was forced to help idiots with there computer problems. Have you ever had to explain to someone where the Start button is on the PC or explain that the reason the computer won’t start is because it isn’t plugged in? Yes, it was unbearable, but he could handle it because he still had running.
He had been running since high school. He was a track star in college and even won his team some metals. After school he did running recreationally through Gotham’s City Park. He loved running. The sound of only your feet against the concrete and your heavy breathing made it even numbed his mind. Not like how the whole zombie society’s minds are numb, but in a soothing calm he can deal with these idiots numb. One day he was on his routine jog around the city. Unfortunately, a drunk decided to get behind the wheel. The drunk driver ran a red light just as Edward was crossing. The driver swerved, but hit a lamp post. Edward tried to dodge it, but the lamp post ended up falling on his leg. He couldn’t lift it. The city brought a construction company to try to lift the object, but the company mistakenly brought the wrong equipment. His leg was trapped under the weight for 3 hours. His muscle died, and the Hospital’s only option was to amputate. Edward rejected. He would not lose his leg. Running was the only thing he had left. It was the only thing that could help him handle society. He protested until the doctor’s agreed to take out the dead muscle tissue and leave the leg. When the surgery was finished he had his leg, but he had the immense pain to go with it. He could never run again. Forced to a cane, and exhausted of humanity’s idiocy being the cause of his pain he turned to a childhood pass time. Riddles. His first focus was on revenge. He created riddles for his Fannie Mae superiors. He made riddles for the drunk driver, the construction workers, and the doctors unable to heal him. Now while he called them riddles society considered them death traps. It was all going well until Batman determined his riddles. One man figured them out! Batman captured him, and a new riddle appeared. Who is the Batman? While death traps were entertaining, his riddles were primary focused on the Bat. He now robs banks, museums, and any other antique trinkets that could catch the Batman’s attention and fool the GCPD.
Role-play Sample
He watched the man dressed in black glare at him through the screen. He couldn’t help the smug smirk from appearing on his face as he watched the frustration written on the Batman’s scowling lips.
“Edward, I will find you,” Batman spoke with that throaty voice of his.
The smirk on his face only grew. He leaned back causally in his comfortable black chair as a tootsie pop danced in his finger. Batman was his biggest challenge. Every riddle he presented Gotham Batman would rise up to the answer. It reminded him of the World Chess Championship of 1972. Fischer and Spassky representing two great powers in a single match. It was a battle of strategy, intelligence, and patience that only two geniuses could handle. Batman was his Fischer.
“Oh Batman, you make that sound like a threat. Riddle me this, you need two people, shoes, and a good fast pace beat, what is it?” he asked bringing the lollipop up to his mouth.
“Salsa,” he growled out taking a step forward to the camera that was located miles away from him, “But I don’t care about you’re riddle’s Edward. Where is she?”
Edward tapped his lollipop lightly on his lips as his eyes looked upwards to the ceiling in a thoughtful expression. “Salsa? I was going for the answer 'Fighting with you', but I presume salsa can work as well,” he said politely before turning back to the large screen and the small webcam above it.
“Where is she?” the Batman growled again.
Edward smiled deviously, “She’s dealing with her own brain teaser.” He thought of Batgirl who he had attached to a virtual reality game that would electrocute her if she did not solve the game in time. “I’ll give you a hint, a eleventh violins twirled ruins win age mover?” he read the riddle off as he thought of Gotham’s Hero Game Arcade. It was a simple enough riddle if you could figure out the anagram. Where do villains never win until it’s game over?
Batman’s face looked contorted in frustration over the riddle, but Edward knew he would figure it out. He always did.
“Boss,” the door opened with the sound of Robby’s voice. Did the boy not realize he was in the middle of something? His smirk automatically disappeared as the pain in his leg started up again. He turned to the screen and forced a smile. “Well I must say my farewells,” he stated then clicked off the screen with his remote causing a giant green question mark to a merge. He knew Batman would be furious, and he slightly enjoyed that thought. The pain though in his leg reminded him of the kid. He whipped his head to the entrance of the small grey-cemented room that only had a few computes in it.
“Is there a particular reason you’re interrupting me,” he snapped as his free hand went to his right leg to rub the pain.
The blond headed boy awkwardly shifted from one leg to another in fear. The kid didn’t speak. Edward controlled the irritation by putting his lollipop in his mouth then yanking out his pistol from his waistband and pointing it at the kid. “If you have time stand there mutely you have time for a riddle,” he spoke smiling.
“But..”
“What has two hands and doesn’t speak?” he asked prepared to shot this waste of life if he heard the wrong answer. He didn’t have time to waste on unintelligent thoughts. He especially couldn’t have his employees messing up or interrupting.
The boy started shaking and glancing around the small room in search of the answer. He finally looked back at him and stuttered out, “A-a clock?”
The Riddler smiled his smug expression. He answered slowly and sweetly, “Wrong, a good wife.”
Password: Justice!
