ourtruemods | JJ Jackson


OOC Information

Name: Rae
Age: 21
AIM: pixelated sadism
Time Zone: Central
PB: Emilie Autumn

Character Information

Name: Jeannie May Jackson. Just call me JJ. Jeannie sounds like an old broad's name, and Ms. Jackson is my worthless mother.
Reincarnation: Drum roll please………The Joker, in all his Batman hunting, Robin torturing glory.
Age/Birthday: 27 / April 1, 1982
Sexuality: Homosexual. What can I say? The ladies are just sexier.
Occupation: I’m a busker, a street performer. Some days I do card tricks, or play my violin, or just stand around lookin’ like a freak. People toss all sorts of money at you for doing weird shit.

Usual Clothing: I wouldn’t call it usual. I wear all sorts of Fun Stuff. Corsets and combat boots, skirts and ratty tops. If you can’t have a blast getting dressed in the morning, then there’s not point in getting out of bed. I’m also a huge fan of accessories. Such a huge fan, in fact, that it’s not strange to see me in three belts and two scarves. Why wear just one of anything? Everyone does that. Can you say boring?

Appearance: Technically, I’m 5’2, with light brown hair and gray eyes. However, I wear a lot of heels, so I rarely stand under 5’5”, and my hair is more red and pink than any shade of brown. My eyes I keep their normal color, though. Gray doesn’t bother me. I’m freakishly pale, even without the help of the make-up that I normally wear. I love make-up. It’s just like a mask, only a whole hell of a lot lighter. Usually, my face is really white, my eyes are lined with a whole lotta black, my lips are bright red, and there’s a heart doodled under my right eye. What, you think that’s weird? Wait until you meet the guy in my head.

Abilities/Talents: Let’s take a look here….I can play the violin very, very well. I also know how to do a number of fun card tricks (pick a card, any card). I can stand still (human statue style) for an obscene amount of time, and am also incredibly flexible. Dexterous, even. Super duper light on my feet.

As for the other ‘abilities/talents’ that I picked up post possession…those are a little less than savory. If you need a small explosive, I can whip one up in my kitchen. I know how to throw knives of various sizes, and can shoot freakishly straight. I still hate guns, though. Knives, I’ve got no problem with, but no guns. He hates that, but whatever. Mouthy bastard hasn’t got anywhere else to go, now does he?

Allegiance: I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere…

Personality: Ladies and gentlemen, I am a good time waiting to happen. I’m fun, I’m loud, and I know all the best jokes. Better than that, I’m up for anything. Nothing and nobody is going to slow me down. Rules are boring, just one more thing that the straight and narrow folks throw up to keep the rest of us free thinkers from having a good time. How are people supposed to really live, all penned up by regulations and shit? Anyone who goes through life worried about what they’re not supposed to be doing isn’t really living. And baby, I aim to live.

So maybe people think I take it a little to far sometimes. They say my tricks are a little too extreme, even throwing out hurtful words like ‘psychotic’. I’ll give them unbalanced, but psychotic? Just because I don’t color inside the lines doesn’t make me a bad person. It’s funny to see the look on someone face when you throw down a line of fire crackers and brandish a water gun. Actually shooting people isn’t nearly as much of a thrill as making people think you’re shooting at them. Everyone just needs to lighten up, you know? Have a little fun, and go out with a BANG.

I like to get to know people, inside and out. It’s the weird human quirks that are really interesting. Some people study art or history, but there are way more interesting things out there. You’d be amazed what you can learn about a person when you ask them the hardest questions in the strangest places. Or if you slip them a little something to loosen their tongues. Secrets are just as boring as rules. People hide the strangest things, and then they call me crazy. At least I’m open about the deep and the dark.

By this point, it’s probably pretty obvious that I’ve been living with the trickster for awhile now. Since I was fifteen, in fact. It’s hard to remember now what I was like before that. My folks, when they decide to talk to me, say that I was just a normal kid, chatting away about boys and dresses. Whatever. I’m sure the way I’m doing things now is way more amusing than it would have been without Mr. Joker.

Home(s): Born in some scummy little Indiana town. Packed up and moved to the coast when I was seventeen. Been plying my trade in San Francisco ever since.

History: My early life was hella boring. My parents were the average sort, working forty hour weeks and hardly taking time for me or each other. I hardly remember them now. What I do remember is a pair of two-dimensional people with no desire to do anything exciting with their lives. Guess I was well rid of them, in that respect. When I turned fifteen, I started remembering things that I shouldn’t have remembered. It was pretty graphic, especially then. People getting blown to bitty bits or shot or hit with crow bars. Needless to say, when I told my parents about it, they thought I’d gone absolutely batty. It was off to the mental hospital with me.

It was hard, at first. I didn’t think I was crazy. Then again, crazy people don’t usually notice that sort of thing. So, I continued my ranting and raving, talking about assholes in black capes and their sidekicks in tights. A few months in, I realized what was happening, as the memories gained more and more shape. I knew who The Joker was, in passing. Comic books had never been my thing, but I’d seen the movies. It didn’t bother me as much as it should have. He taught me all sorts of nifty things, like how to avoid taking my pills. Slowly but surely, we started picking on the other patients. They kept their distance because, well, I guess I was strange, even there. I showed them, though. It was always little stuff, nothing too harmful, but it got me stuck in solitary anyway. I was constantly watched, since apparently they thought I might do something like hang myself. I wanted a way out, but I didn’t want to die to have to get it. That would have been wasteful.

The Agency came for me eventually, to let me know what was happening, and that I wasn’t the only one. That was reassuring and disappointing at the same time. It was kind of cool, thinking that I was alone in my happy little world. By that time, Joker and I had come to an understanding. We were getting along really well. Everyone else thought we were crazy, both in his world and in mine. It wasn’t hard to get us to stick together. But, it was boring in the loony bin. We decided it would be in our best interest to act sane, just for long enough to get out. It took a few months, but eventually they gave me a release date, and I was back out in the world again.

First thing, I left town. I didn’t want to see my family again, not after they’d tossed me in that place. What little cash I had bought me a ticket to California. Once I got to San Francisco, it wasn’t hard to start living. I lied about my age, making myself a year older so I could get a job. I made some money doing odd jobs, waiting tables and the like. My real passion, however, was street performance. I bought a crummy old violin and sat out on the corner with the case open. I’d had lessons as a kid, lots of them, so I was pretty good. It kept me fed, at least. That talent, combined with my ‘odd’ appearance made me stand out even among the other buskers. I made a decent living.

Years later, I’m still doing the same thing. Mostly. Sometimes, The Joker insists that we could be doing so much better, so I hold up a mini-mart or something. Whatever. As long as the rent gets paid, I don’t mind. A few times a month, I’ll actually do a stage performance, but my real stage is the street. I don’t just play the violin either. I’ll do card tricks, knife throwing demonstrations…anything that will get me the tips. Still, I’m always looking for more excitement. Who knows what tomorrow will hold?

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