Quinzel, Jack

[jack]

SHIELD Files
~Jack quinn Quinzel!!

“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.”

The File Jacket

Name: Jack Quinzel
Nickname(s)/Alias: Jackie, Quinn Jackson, Jack Quinn
Codename: Chaos
Identity: Public
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Profession: Villain for hire (Warning:May kill employer)
Character Type: Human
Faction: Villain
Team:
Powers:
Pain Resistance: Jack is a masochist pure and simple, he enjoys pain so it doesn't quiet hinder him. He also has some of his fathers resistance to pain
Tainted Blood: He inherited his father's own tainted blood, making him more resistant to poison.
Joker Venom Immunity: Jack is immune to Joker venom due to inherited immunity.

Ablities:
Inventive Skill: Jack enjoys outdoing his father in creating new exciting weapons, he is constantly improving on the old ones.
Genius-level Intellect: The Joker is also very skilled in the fields of chemistry, genetics, and nuclear engineering. The only thing he can't get the hang of
Skilled Combatant/Olympic level Gymnast: While not up to his mother's level, Jack is very nimble and is very skilled as a gymnast. He uses his gymnastic ability to fight.


Canon?: Original


PRETTY FACES

Eyes: Blue-Green
Hair: Dirty Blond
Height:6'0
Weight:150 lbs.
Any outstanding features?:Half a glasgow smile on the left side of his face

Appearance:


Hello THeRE

Likes:

• Pranks
  
• Card games
  
• 'Bat/Bird' Hunting
  
• Laughing
  
• Dear old Daddy
  
• Winning
  
• Chemistry
  
• Weapons

Dislikes:

• Losing
  
• Psychology
  
• Frowning
  
• Mommy Dearest
  
• Women
  
• Dogs

Fears:

• Being mauled by a dog
  
• Being sane
  
• Not finding the one who completes him

Weaknesses:

• Psychology
  
• Dogs
  
• Left hand(Doesn't have full use)
  
• Doesn't feel pain properly, so his body can get pretty messed up

Strengths:

• Knowledge in Chemistry
  
• Acrobatic ability
  
• Insanity
  
• Use of guns and knives

Any secrets?: Knows the Joker's real name.

PERSONALITY: Jack at a glance is much like his father. He enjoys chaos and showing the world that everyone is a monster. He is a coward when encountering people stronger then him, like Batman and his own father when the man is in a mood. His up bringing has left him less then happy with the justice system and he enjoys making a mockery of it. Jack takes delight in the misery of others and taunts other while they suffer. He has come to enjoy pain, when it's inflicted upon him.

Jack hates women, he thinks they are dirty rotten liars that do nothing but stab you in the back, but he isn't unwilling to use them in his plans if he needs too. Jack is what, if he were sane, would be called a genius. He could attend the any college he wanted too, but he instead chose a life of crime. He craves his father's attention and will kill hundreds of people to get it. He isn't very fond of his mother after her found out that she never really tried to get him back after she escaped Arkham. This is where his dislike of women comes from. The only thing he ever did for her is leave the right side of his face not scarred. Jack is constantly looking for the one who completes him, like the Batman does for the Joker.

BACKGROUND:

Mother: Harleen Quinzel(Harley Quinn)

• Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):

Alive, 36
FATHER: The Joker

• Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):

Alive, True age unknown probably around 36-39
SIBLINGS:

• Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):

Unknown
OTHER FAMILY:

• Dead or Alive? Age and Cause of Death (if applicable):

HISTORY: Born on April 1st to a rather unhappy Harley Quinn, young Jack didn't even get to know his mother for a hour before the Arkham staff took him away. Harley Quinn, in her first none doctor stay in Arkham Asylum gave birth to the spawn of the Joker. Place immediately into foster care under the name Jack Quinn, Jack grew up in the system.

As a young child he managed to stay in one foster home, the home of a nice couple the Roberts. Sabrina and James Roberts raised little Jack until he was seven years old. They were kind and loving and Jack bloomed under their care, never showing his parentage once. Two months after his 7th birthday a three men broke into the Roberts home in the early evening. It wasn't a robbery, it was a home invasion. James Roberts was police officer and had arrested the boss of the three men a few days prior, they in return broke in and brutally murdered Sabrina and James Roberts in front of Jack traumatizing the 7 year old.

After killing the couple, they set the house on fire and almost left the boy to die but one of the men in a moment of pity tossed him out of the house onto the lawn where he watched his home and his family slowly burn.

After the death of the Roberts, Jack was a terror. He would attack anyone that came close to him, he would run away when he got older, he failed several grades and when he turned 15 he stopped going to school all together. None of the foster home he was put in could handle him until he was sent to a home with a man named Kevin. Kevin and his wife Rebbecca were nice people on the outside but they secretly ran a dog fighting ring, just outside of the city limits.
By pure accident Jack ended up locked in with one of the dogs that were due in the ring. Jack was mauled severely by the creature, his left hand taking a brunt of the damage.

He was left with the dog for almost an hour, before Kevin found him, giggling his head off his arm torn to pieces and the dog lying dead a few feet away. Jack had somehow managed to snap the creatures neck while trying to get away. Kevin, not wanting to get arrested for illegal dog fighting drove Jack to the hospital and threw the 14 year old boy from the car and drove off.

Admitted into the hospital as a John Doe, Jack stayed there for several days before waking up and giving them his name. A curious doctor dug deeper then he should have, when trying to find a parent or legal guardian and unofficially ran a swab of Jack's DNA and discovered the truth. Jack Quinn was Jack Quinzel, son of the Joker and Harley Quinn. The truth didn't stay quiet and eventually made it's way back to Jack. Determined to find out if the doctor was right, Jack escaped from the hospital the night before children services were due to arrive he went looking for Harley Quinn.

For the next two years Jack would bounce between the streets and foster care never giving up his search for his birth parents. One night a week before his 16th birthday he found them. Harley recognized him because of the last school picture that she had gotten in her attempt to find him. The Joker deciding that the boy didn't look enough like him tossed him a knife and told him to "Smile". Jack laughing carved up the left side of his face to match the Jokers but left the his right side unmarked as a present for Harley. For the next year or so he traded off living with Harley and the Joker who ever would take him at the time. Now at 17 he is looking for the one to complete him, the Bat to his Joker.


ACTOR/ACTRESS USED: Jamie Campbell Bower

POST RP EXAMPLE:From a Percy Jackson and the Olympians RP

Micah sat quietly against the wall of his cabin, of course it wasn’t really his cabin he did have to share it after all but really what did that matter? He was sitting there just breathing trying to concentrate, he had been having strange dreams as of late and being a half-blood that was never a good thing. The dreams left him restless itching for a fight, a real fight too not one of the little games like capture the flag or training. He needed a quest he needed real monsters. A giggle from a few yards away interrupted his thoughts and made Micah sneer in disgust, those stupid Aphrodite kids they were useless. He didn’t know what Ares saw in that woman. Snorting he shoved away all thoughts of his father and his girlfriend, he didn’t like to even think of the god the man just got on his nerves.

Pushing himself to his feet he shifted the spear, that he kept strapped to his back at all times, a little to stop it from stabbing him in the back like it did. More giggling from the random daughter of Aphrodite made him frown, she was really getting on his nerves which was why he was going to in the cabin stead of just sitting out side it. He hoped that all his siblings where out beating people up or breaking things so he would the cabin to himself but he also knew that they might just show up in time to annoy him. He decided to take the change when the girl smiled flirtatiously at him. Micah shuddered mentally he wouldn’t touch her with a 40 foot spear, there was no telling where she had been.

He entered the cabin and found it blissfully empty a blessing if he ever saw one. No siblings, no giggling girls no camper at all. Perfect. He flopped onto his bed taking care not to impale himself on his own spear, how humiliating would that be? The spear ended up laying beside him in just the ride position to defend himself should one of his siblings arrive in a foul mood. You never knew what would happen in the Ares Cabin, but there was one thing you could count on there was almost always someone bleeding.

As he lay there he could faintly hear the clash of swords, or maybe it just his imagination being the son of the god of war left him with rather violent thoughts a good ¾’s of the time anyway. So perhaps random thoughts of swords clashing was his version of happy thoughts. All thoughts of sword fighting aside he took the time to just think. He thought of his mother who had died screaming in pain because of the fire. He thought of the dragon that had started it. He thought of his stepfather whom he hadn’t ever seen again and his birth father a god that he had only seen maybe twice in his life. He wanted to curse Ares; he wanted to curse the man forever even looking at his mother. His wonderful fierce mother who would do what ever she wanted, he knew that was what had drawn him to her. It was the fact that she never backed down never gave an inch. It was something that had been passed on to him and he knew it.

Micah sighed and closed his eyes giving himself a silent moment to pray for his mother, please let her be happy, where ever she is. Sitting up suddenly Micah grabbed his spear and then reached under his bed and grabbed a bag, he needed something to keep his hands busy so he was going to polish his spear.

* THE face BEHIND the MASK!

Alias: Jackie
Age: (This is optional.)
Gender: female
RP Experience: 6 years
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