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Name: Inky
Are you over 16?: Yes
Personal LJ:inkblotmeringue
Email: inkblot [dot] meringue [at] yahoo [dot] com
Timezone: EST
Other contact: AIM: inkblotmeringue
Characters already in the game: none
How did you find us?: I was enabled by Shep.
IC:
Character name: Lt. Jeff “Joker” Moreau
Fandom: Mass Effect
Timeline: Ten minutes before going through the Omega 4 relay
Age: 30
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: No ‘magical’ abilities, unless being the best pilot ever counts. He claims to be able to bank a starship in a vacuum. That shit takes skill, man. It has absolutely no practical value ever because why would you ever need to bank a starship, but hey! If you need a starship banked, Joker is your man.
Also, he has some weapons training and can fire an assault rifle with pretty decent accuracy. He probably breaks his collarbone every time, though. Does being able to break a bone on cue count as a magical ability?
How would they use their abilities?: Only for the powers of good. Or if he’s bored. Or whenever it’s funny. Or whenever Shepard gives him the stink eye.
Appearance:
A picture is worth 1000 credits.
He looks a lot like Seth Green, his voice actor, which I highly doubt is coincidence. He’s got brown hair, green eyes and a definite aversion to razors. He’s practically never seen without a ball cap that has ‘SR2’ embroidered on it, which he claims to have never washed. Jeff stands at about 5’9”, though he doesn’t always look like it because of his slightly hunched posture. Joker also has a condition called Vrolik syndrome, better known as brittle bone disease, and because of it has difficulty getting around. The disease had also caused his bones to form improperly, most noticeably in the long bones of the limbs, which were visibly bowed and quite fragile. In Mass Effect 2, the token evil organization Cerberus performed surgery on him to strengthen and straighten his bones by inserting intermedullary rods—basically by shoving long pieces of titanium into his bones with medi-gel conduits to quickly heal any small breaks and fractures. His arms and legs have some scarring from the procedure, but they’re straight(ish) now and strong enough that he can walk without braces and crutches. He’s not going to be running any marathons or anything, but he’s at least mobile.
Background/Personality:
Jeff Moreau was born with moderate-to-severe Vrolik’s syndrome, which has left many of the large bones in his body brittle and easily broken due to improperly formed collagen. For most of his life, he has had difficulty getting around, and had to rely on braces and crutches, as there is no effective cure for his disease. For most of his life, he’d been judged because of the things he can’t do—running, lifting, shooting a pistol without cracking his wrist—rather than the things he can. Since he was a kid, he’d been overlooked and disregarded in favor of the more able-bodied.
There was one thing that he loved, though—ships. His mother was a civilian contractor on the Arcturus station, so Jeff grew up in a place where spacecraft was common. He was fascinated by them—both because they were damn cool, and because a ship’s pilot didn’t need their legs to fly. The moment that he was old enough to, Jeff signed up for the Alliance Navy to train to become a pilot.
It wasn’t easy getting through flight school, though—he got more than his share of remarks and shit for being the kid with the creaky legs and the crutches. But the more shit he got for it, the more determined he was to prove them all wrong, to show them all that having this disease didn’t mean that he couldn’t fly and didn’t mean that he couldn’t be a better damn pilot than all the rest of them combined. That was the reason that one of his instructors gave him the nickname ‘Joker’—because he was so serious about his training, working his ass off day in and day out, that he never cracked a smile. At graduation, though, when he was top of his class and could out-fly even his instructors, Joker was damn well smiling. Coming out top of his class didn’t get rid of that chip on his shoulder, though, and won’t hesitate to make it very clear that his condition doesn’t affect his abilities as a pilot, nor has it stopped him from becoming one of—if not the most—skilled pilot in the fleet. One of the few ways to get on his bad side quickly is to insinuate that his physical state will somehow impair him in doing his duties.
Joker has lightened up a little since his flight school days, though, and often will make wisecracks and snarky comments from the helm, especially about the people that Commander Shepard brings aboard. He does take his job seriously, though—when push comes to shove and things get dangerous, the jokes stop and Jeff gets the job done, no matter how impossible it may seem.
Aside from being just his sense of humor, the snark is also something of a defense mechanism—after having enough people try to put him down, he’s learned to use his sharp tongue as a way to keep people at a distance. It’s that chip on his shoulder at work; he’s always had something to prove, so he always figures that he’s going to have to keep proving himself. His first assumption when Shepard first talked to him in Mass Effect was that she’d read his file and was trying to figure out if he was really a good pilot or if he’d just gotten the position on charity because of his disease. Despite that rocky start, he warmed up to Commander Shepard throughout their mission—Joker keeps a friendly sort of repartee going between himself and his superior, and obviously respects the commander greatly. He’ll follow Shepard to hell and back, and, between going after the geth and the Collectors, probably has done just that.
Joker’s respect and friendship—and, hell, maybe a little more than that, but he keeps that under wraps— with Shepard is what led him to join Cerberus after the commander’s death; though having a brand-new Normandy and the newest medical technology to treat his condition was tempting, it was the fact that they believed the Reapers were a threat and wanted to continue Shepard’s work in finding a way to stop them that really convinced him to join. It was the fact that they were rebuilding his commander that convinced him to stay, despite their bullshit. In many ways he still feels responsible for Shepard’s death—if he had left the cockpit earlier, if he’d known when to quit, then Shepard wouldn’t have had to come back and rescue him and die in the process. Sometimes he even still has dreams about the event—and about watching as Shepard drifts down toward Alchera, pounding helplessly on the door of his escape pod and unable to do a thing to stop it.
Why should that character be in this game: For OCs only.
Why do you want to continue their history here: For characters from other games only.
For applicants considering an alternate version of a character already in game, please use this as your chance to explain the key differences between your character and the one already in play:
Have you read up on how the game works?:
Indeed. The Babel Fish is how people understand each other, how the hell did anyone figure out that sticking a leech in their ear would do that?
And guys can get cash through missions, permanent jobs, andporn freelance work. Or mooching off of Commander Shepard.
1st person sample:
Traffic control, this is the SSV Normandy, requesting landing vector.
[Joker was at the helm of the Normandy, as usual—though not in usual circumstances. The computer terminal next to him, where normally EDI’s holographic bubble would have been, was silent. The whole ship was silent.]
[A voice drifted out from the speakers, peppered slightly with static.] Roger, Normandy. We have received your vector. State your business.
My ship’s a mess, I just got out of the second major clusterfuck of the day, and this is the first station I’ve found that isn’t scrap. Can I just get the damn vector?
[The galaxy was gone. The entire goddamn galaxy was gone. The sheer scope of it was too big for Joker to really wrap his head around—which was probably the only reason that he hadn’t gone batshit insane yet. That, and the fact that the method of destruction was so goddamn ridiculous that he couldn’t really believe it had happened.]
Copy that, Normandy. Stand by for landing vector.
[A few moments later, he received the coordinates and pulled the ship neatly into the designated hanger. Even after the beating an exploding galaxy gave her, she still landed damn pretty.]
Welcome to the S. S. Thor, Normandy. Traffic Control, over and out.
[Joker sighed and leaned back in his chair, scrubbing his hands over his face.]
Shit. [He let his hands fall into his lap.] Just… shit. Shit, shit, shit.
[He looked toward the terminal, half-expecting EDI to pop up and reprimand him for his mouth, or quote some kind of relevant procedural thing at him, or just be the snarky virtual broad that she was. There was silence.]
So much for saving the galaxy.
3rd person sample:
It’s kind of half a fanfic (whoops), so it's on Joker's journal instead.
Questions?:
Nope. :D
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject:
Roger that.
Name: Inky
Are you over 16?: Yes
Personal LJ:
inkblotmeringueEmail: inkblot [dot] meringue [at] yahoo [dot] com
Timezone: EST
Other contact: AIM: inkblotmeringue
Characters already in the game: none
How did you find us?: I was enabled by Shep.
IC:
Character name: Lt. Jeff “Joker” Moreau
Fandom: Mass Effect
Timeline: Ten minutes before going through the Omega 4 relay
Age: 30
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: No ‘magical’ abilities, unless being the best pilot ever counts. He claims to be able to bank a starship in a vacuum. That shit takes skill, man. It has absolutely no practical value ever because why would you ever need to bank a starship, but hey! If you need a starship banked, Joker is your man.
Also, he has some weapons training and can fire an assault rifle with pretty decent accuracy. He probably breaks his collarbone every time, though. Does being able to break a bone on cue count as a magical ability?
How would they use their abilities?: Only for the powers of good. Or if he’s bored. Or whenever it’s funny. Or whenever Shepard gives him the stink eye.
Appearance:
A picture is worth 1000 credits.
He looks a lot like Seth Green, his voice actor, which I highly doubt is coincidence. He’s got brown hair, green eyes and a definite aversion to razors. He’s practically never seen without a ball cap that has ‘SR2’ embroidered on it, which he claims to have never washed. Jeff stands at about 5’9”, though he doesn’t always look like it because of his slightly hunched posture. Joker also has a condition called Vrolik syndrome, better known as brittle bone disease, and because of it has difficulty getting around. The disease had also caused his bones to form improperly, most noticeably in the long bones of the limbs, which were visibly bowed and quite fragile. In Mass Effect 2, the token evil organization Cerberus performed surgery on him to strengthen and straighten his bones by inserting intermedullary rods—basically by shoving long pieces of titanium into his bones with medi-gel conduits to quickly heal any small breaks and fractures. His arms and legs have some scarring from the procedure, but they’re straight(ish) now and strong enough that he can walk without braces and crutches. He’s not going to be running any marathons or anything, but he’s at least mobile.
Background/Personality:
Jeff Moreau was born with moderate-to-severe Vrolik’s syndrome, which has left many of the large bones in his body brittle and easily broken due to improperly formed collagen. For most of his life, he has had difficulty getting around, and had to rely on braces and crutches, as there is no effective cure for his disease. For most of his life, he’d been judged because of the things he can’t do—running, lifting, shooting a pistol without cracking his wrist—rather than the things he can. Since he was a kid, he’d been overlooked and disregarded in favor of the more able-bodied.
There was one thing that he loved, though—ships. His mother was a civilian contractor on the Arcturus station, so Jeff grew up in a place where spacecraft was common. He was fascinated by them—both because they were damn cool, and because a ship’s pilot didn’t need their legs to fly. The moment that he was old enough to, Jeff signed up for the Alliance Navy to train to become a pilot.
It wasn’t easy getting through flight school, though—he got more than his share of remarks and shit for being the kid with the creaky legs and the crutches. But the more shit he got for it, the more determined he was to prove them all wrong, to show them all that having this disease didn’t mean that he couldn’t fly and didn’t mean that he couldn’t be a better damn pilot than all the rest of them combined. That was the reason that one of his instructors gave him the nickname ‘Joker’—because he was so serious about his training, working his ass off day in and day out, that he never cracked a smile. At graduation, though, when he was top of his class and could out-fly even his instructors, Joker was damn well smiling. Coming out top of his class didn’t get rid of that chip on his shoulder, though, and won’t hesitate to make it very clear that his condition doesn’t affect his abilities as a pilot, nor has it stopped him from becoming one of—if not the most—skilled pilot in the fleet. One of the few ways to get on his bad side quickly is to insinuate that his physical state will somehow impair him in doing his duties.
Joker has lightened up a little since his flight school days, though, and often will make wisecracks and snarky comments from the helm, especially about the people that Commander Shepard brings aboard. He does take his job seriously, though—when push comes to shove and things get dangerous, the jokes stop and Jeff gets the job done, no matter how impossible it may seem.
Aside from being just his sense of humor, the snark is also something of a defense mechanism—after having enough people try to put him down, he’s learned to use his sharp tongue as a way to keep people at a distance. It’s that chip on his shoulder at work; he’s always had something to prove, so he always figures that he’s going to have to keep proving himself. His first assumption when Shepard first talked to him in Mass Effect was that she’d read his file and was trying to figure out if he was really a good pilot or if he’d just gotten the position on charity because of his disease. Despite that rocky start, he warmed up to Commander Shepard throughout their mission—Joker keeps a friendly sort of repartee going between himself and his superior, and obviously respects the commander greatly. He’ll follow Shepard to hell and back, and, between going after the geth and the Collectors, probably has done just that.
Joker’s respect and friendship—and, hell, maybe a little more than that, but he keeps that under wraps— with Shepard is what led him to join Cerberus after the commander’s death; though having a brand-new Normandy and the newest medical technology to treat his condition was tempting, it was the fact that they believed the Reapers were a threat and wanted to continue Shepard’s work in finding a way to stop them that really convinced him to join. It was the fact that they were rebuilding his commander that convinced him to stay, despite their bullshit. In many ways he still feels responsible for Shepard’s death—if he had left the cockpit earlier, if he’d known when to quit, then Shepard wouldn’t have had to come back and rescue him and die in the process. Sometimes he even still has dreams about the event—and about watching as Shepard drifts down toward Alchera, pounding helplessly on the door of his escape pod and unable to do a thing to stop it.
Have you read up on how the game works?:
Indeed. The Babel Fish is how people understand each other, how the hell did anyone figure out that sticking a leech in their ear would do that?
And guys can get cash through missions, permanent jobs, and
1st person sample:
Traffic control, this is the SSV Normandy, requesting landing vector.
[Joker was at the helm of the Normandy, as usual—though not in usual circumstances. The computer terminal next to him, where normally EDI’s holographic bubble would have been, was silent. The whole ship was silent.]
[A voice drifted out from the speakers, peppered slightly with static.] Roger, Normandy. We have received your vector. State your business.
My ship’s a mess, I just got out of the second major clusterfuck of the day, and this is the first station I’ve found that isn’t scrap. Can I just get the damn vector?
[The galaxy was gone. The entire goddamn galaxy was gone. The sheer scope of it was too big for Joker to really wrap his head around—which was probably the only reason that he hadn’t gone batshit insane yet. That, and the fact that the method of destruction was so goddamn ridiculous that he couldn’t really believe it had happened.]
Copy that, Normandy. Stand by for landing vector.
[A few moments later, he received the coordinates and pulled the ship neatly into the designated hanger. Even after the beating an exploding galaxy gave her, she still landed damn pretty.]
Welcome to the S. S. Thor, Normandy. Traffic Control, over and out.
[Joker sighed and leaned back in his chair, scrubbing his hands over his face.]
Shit. [He let his hands fall into his lap.] Just… shit. Shit, shit, shit.
[He looked toward the terminal, half-expecting EDI to pop up and reprimand him for his mouth, or quote some kind of relevant procedural thing at him, or just be the snarky virtual broad that she was. There was silence.]
So much for saving the galaxy.
3rd person sample:
It’s kind of half a fanfic (whoops), so it's on Joker's journal instead.
Questions?:
Nope. :D
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject:
Roger that.
