Post by Riddler on Nov 28, 2011 14:02:06 GMT -5
Real Name: Edward Nashton
Alias: The Riddler, Edward Nygma
Height: 6'1
Weight: 183
Personality:
Suffers from delusions of grandeur. Having a superior intellect with an equally as large ego to match, Edward is sufficiently lacking in the muscle department. What physical strength he has lies in gadgets and traps; his cane being a famous example of such. Humility isn't his strong suit. He's a genius, and he wants everyone to know it. If something doesn't go his way, if he's proved wrong in any way, he's liable to throw fits.
The time he's spent in Arkham Asylum has tainted his mind. He's grown darker, with a greater willingness than ever to murder without regret. The rules are the same, Edward is just more aggressive in his cause. Merciless in his plight. He feels himself slipping. His many failed face-offs against Batman are getting to him; the frustration is building. He's desperate to prove to people of his capability, of how deserving he is of notoriety. Despite his many failings, and questionable sanity.
History:
As a child, Edward competed in a contest. To win, a student was required to solve a puzzle the quickest. The young Edward assured his victory through cheating. His jealous father, unwilling to believe that his son was intelligent enough to do this, beat Edward until he told the truth. This is where little Edward developed a compulsion to tell the truth, and his need to prove his superiority. During the course of his childhood, his mother was absent. Supposedly, this is why the youth greatly admired Harold Houdini, and went out of his way to learn escapology.
When old enough, Edward left home to join the carnival as a performer. He'd use his wit and skill to cheat the customers. How would he do that if he has a compulsion to tell the truth? He bypasses this need through his riddles. When bored of this, he sought a greater challenge which came in the guise of Batman. Thinking the caped vigilante as a worthy opponent, he donned the identity The Riddler, so that he may leave clues leading to his next crime.
He was harmless at first. Simple thievery. His murders were occasional; Batman usually showed up in time to save them. The few that Riddler killed was out of necessity, so he wouldn't be made out a liar. But the years passed on. The question of "Who is Batman?" nagged at him consistently.
There was a brief period of reformation. Edward Nygma became a detective. It was boring. The cases he landed weren't often as exciting as his rogue days. Eventually, he gave crime another shot. He tried not leaving behind a riddle. Riddler never wanted to go back to Arkham. But he couldn't help himself. In that, there was the self-realization that he wasn't as sane as he thought. Something that has been eating away at him during his incarcerations.
Likes:
-Games that require a keen mind. Puzzles, riddles, brain-teasers, etc.
-Attention. Whatever it takes to be acknowledged; to be notorious.
-Respect. Being treated as something more than a punching bag.
-The thrill of taking without paying. Stealing something, even if for a short time.
-A morbid sense of humor.
Dislikes:
-The ignorant masses.
-Being made a fool of.
-Random acts of violence.
-Cheaters. Especially when they take away his rightful victory.
-Those who dare to knock-off his modus operandi.
RP Sample:
"Do you know how sickening it is? It's maddening! Being compared to the Joker... Joker, of all people."
Edward Nygma was on another of his tirades during psychiatric briefing. It had started with the topic of achievement. Discussing Nygma's accomplishments in life, and how it relates to his emotional satisfaction. Unfortunately, the doctor brought up other rogues. Signalman, Mad Hatter, Scarecrow...
It wasn't until the mention of Joker did Riddler start up an uproar.
"Why do they insist on this? I'm nothing like him! He's completely out of his mind," Nygma cried on. Pleadingly, he clenched the at the air in two fistfuls. "He'd walk right up to someone without so much as a how-do-you-do before he pummels them with a sledgehammer."
The doctor. If he spoke, his words fell on deaf ears. Riddler needed someone to know this. To make someone learn the distinction between chaos and conundrum.
A shook breath was taken. "I always give a chance. A carefully planned out, and executed, chance. I am a man of intelligence. Not some Saturday morning cartoon character."
Alias: The Riddler, Edward Nygma
Height: 6'1
Weight: 183
Personality:
Suffers from delusions of grandeur. Having a superior intellect with an equally as large ego to match, Edward is sufficiently lacking in the muscle department. What physical strength he has lies in gadgets and traps; his cane being a famous example of such. Humility isn't his strong suit. He's a genius, and he wants everyone to know it. If something doesn't go his way, if he's proved wrong in any way, he's liable to throw fits.
The time he's spent in Arkham Asylum has tainted his mind. He's grown darker, with a greater willingness than ever to murder without regret. The rules are the same, Edward is just more aggressive in his cause. Merciless in his plight. He feels himself slipping. His many failed face-offs against Batman are getting to him; the frustration is building. He's desperate to prove to people of his capability, of how deserving he is of notoriety. Despite his many failings, and questionable sanity.
History:
As a child, Edward competed in a contest. To win, a student was required to solve a puzzle the quickest. The young Edward assured his victory through cheating. His jealous father, unwilling to believe that his son was intelligent enough to do this, beat Edward until he told the truth. This is where little Edward developed a compulsion to tell the truth, and his need to prove his superiority. During the course of his childhood, his mother was absent. Supposedly, this is why the youth greatly admired Harold Houdini, and went out of his way to learn escapology.
When old enough, Edward left home to join the carnival as a performer. He'd use his wit and skill to cheat the customers. How would he do that if he has a compulsion to tell the truth? He bypasses this need through his riddles. When bored of this, he sought a greater challenge which came in the guise of Batman. Thinking the caped vigilante as a worthy opponent, he donned the identity The Riddler, so that he may leave clues leading to his next crime.
He was harmless at first. Simple thievery. His murders were occasional; Batman usually showed up in time to save them. The few that Riddler killed was out of necessity, so he wouldn't be made out a liar. But the years passed on. The question of "Who is Batman?" nagged at him consistently.
There was a brief period of reformation. Edward Nygma became a detective. It was boring. The cases he landed weren't often as exciting as his rogue days. Eventually, he gave crime another shot. He tried not leaving behind a riddle. Riddler never wanted to go back to Arkham. But he couldn't help himself. In that, there was the self-realization that he wasn't as sane as he thought. Something that has been eating away at him during his incarcerations.
Likes:
-Games that require a keen mind. Puzzles, riddles, brain-teasers, etc.
-Attention. Whatever it takes to be acknowledged; to be notorious.
-Respect. Being treated as something more than a punching bag.
-The thrill of taking without paying. Stealing something, even if for a short time.
-A morbid sense of humor.
Dislikes:
-The ignorant masses.
-Being made a fool of.
-Random acts of violence.
-Cheaters. Especially when they take away his rightful victory.
-Those who dare to knock-off his modus operandi.
RP Sample:
"Do you know how sickening it is? It's maddening! Being compared to the Joker... Joker, of all people."
Edward Nygma was on another of his tirades during psychiatric briefing. It had started with the topic of achievement. Discussing Nygma's accomplishments in life, and how it relates to his emotional satisfaction. Unfortunately, the doctor brought up other rogues. Signalman, Mad Hatter, Scarecrow...
It wasn't until the mention of Joker did Riddler start up an uproar.
"Why do they insist on this? I'm nothing like him! He's completely out of his mind," Nygma cried on. Pleadingly, he clenched the at the air in two fistfuls. "He'd walk right up to someone without so much as a how-do-you-do before he pummels them with a sledgehammer."
The doctor. If he spoke, his words fell on deaf ears. Riddler needed someone to know this. To make someone learn the distinction between chaos and conundrum.
A shook breath was taken. "I always give a chance. A carefully planned out, and executed, chance. I am a man of intelligence. Not some Saturday morning cartoon character."
