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Name: James Fredett (a.k.a. Joker/J)

Weapon: Scythe

Abilites: Causes small explosions with his fingers on contact at will. Short-distance teleportation.

Hair color: Bleached Blond

Eye color: Rose colored pink (usually wears a mask to cover his face)

Appearance: Keeps his long, bleached hair in a ponytail to keep his hair out of his way. Wears a black trench coat, black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a pair of black boots. He also is known for wearing a white mask with a pair of narrow black triangles where the eye holes go and a large smile painted on it.

Bio: Eccentric, cool, and a dangerous fighter, he is not one to be underestimated. At birth, he was born into a middle to upper-class family that was later gunned down when he was eight. Without his family, his grandparents took him in and taught him how to defend himself. During seventh grade, he came into contact with a mafia that needed some assassins. With nothing better to do, he decided to join.
The mafia in question was originally skeptical of J's intention's. but after they saw the way he effortlessly killed the target, they no longer cared. It was by then James had earned his nickname(s) and his mask. At the age of twenty, J quit the mob for unknown reasons and left to go off into the world. Uneasy in having such a highranking member of the mafia no longer in their control, they ordered several of their men to eliminate J.

Starter:

Cold laughter echoed on the streets of the night as blood splattered onto the wall of a nearby building. A masked man stood over the corpse before him with his gloved right arm outstretched before him as the laughter eventually died away. The mask itself was painted with two narrow triangles that went over the narrow slits where the man saw through and a large smile that seemed to contradict the laughter that rang out not too long ago.
"So boring!" the man declared as he crouched down to the corpse. "In your next life, when you try to kill someone, at least use something better than a knife!" the man declared as he tossed the hilt of what was once a knife next to the corpse.
The man's waist-long bleached blond hair was now slightly stained with blood as he stood back up to his full height. His black trench coat ruffled slightly as a cool breeze rolled through the streets. Turning his back on the corpse, his black boots clumped into the night as he walked off without a second thought.


((or....))

J sighed as he walked to school. His grandparents, bless them in heaven and let their souls rest peacefully, had managed to trasfer him to a new school in the middle of the school year. The excuse in their will was, "To help you forget your past and get you out of your reclusiveness that was sure to follow as well as get you away from the crowd you hung out with. He shook his head behind his masked face. He was not reclusive! Yes, he wore a mask, and yes, he did mourn for a few months in his house as he refused to see anyone........okay, maybe he was, but he had a right. As for the wrong croud part, well.....when you were an assassin for hire, it normally came with the job description to hang around shady characters, but his grandparents did not need to know it.
J was reasonablely tall, reaching nearly six feet and three inches in height, and was quite lean for his age as he would be able to play for any sport and be able to be proficent in it. His waist-long, blonde hair that was tied up into a pony-tail by a dark, blue ribbon, seemed to sway in the wind and caused quite a few men to mistake him as a woman in the past, before he severly beat them and sent them into the hospital. Although he wore the new school's uniform, to which he whined mentally against at the indignaty of having to wear it in the first place, he altered it slightly so it show a bit of his chest and was a tad bit baggier than normal. In addition, he wore a simple, but expensive, white mask that had two narrow triangle painted over the eye holes and a large smile painted on it as well.
As he approached the school's main office, the attendent, while questioning why he wore the mask, gave him a schedule and was sent off to his first class that was in session. He knocked on the door to his first class and entered, while handing the teacher the note and said teacher telling him to introduce himself. As he turned to the class, his mask gave off a cold, cruel, but prerecorded laugh that made everyone wake up instantly and sent a shiver run through their spines. "Hello, call me 'J'." he said as he gave them all a sweeping bow.

((Pm to continue and don't respond with a one-liner please. Semi lit-to lit prefered and we can start another if you want.))