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player information.
name: Kate
are you over 18?: 22
personal lj: eyefloss
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: aim: overideologies/plurk: radiowaltz
characters in abax: Johanna Mason, Karkat Vantas
in character information.
series: Mass Effect
name: Jeff "Joker" Moreau
sex: M
age: 30
race: Human
height: 5'6"
weight: 145.3 lbs
canon point: Post Mass Effect 2, not including Arrival DLC
previous cr: I'll be bringing him fresh from Counted Stars, so here's a comprehensive list of CR:
Jack or Subject Zero - Weird, mutually antagonistic/sort of friendly relationship going on? She occasionally tries to murder him for being a smart ass and destroys his shit when he pisses her off, but they actually agree on a few things and he has the tendency to call her out on her shit. They also made macaroni noodle cards for the Normandy crew at her suggestion. Yeah, shut up.
Ashley Williams - Died in his timeline but apparently came from an alternate one where Kaidan died and she lived. He's always gotten along with her and that hasn't changed in CS, though seeing her was hard to deal with at first.
Kaidan Alenko - Managed to escape the RAWR RAWR CERBERUS RAWR lecture, presumably because Kaidan apologized for the crap he said on Horizon to Shepard. So, they're back to bro status, meaning they like giving each other shit.
Lily Evans - His unexpected protege! She hired the Normandy crew for some jobs and decided to come hang out on the bridge with him, and a few questions and some working on wearing down his bristling later, they're pretty good friends. Also helps that she'll listen to him ramble about flying and actually seems interested.
GLADoS - Evil, heckling robot in a datapad. They spend most of their time insulting one another and every once in a while Joker will think he's had enough and try to abandon her somewhere, but then she starts passive agressively whining and he changes his mind.
He's likely to recognize a few familiar faces as well!
history: Personal History
Annnnd a quick run down of Shepard's choices:
>Shepard was a female paragon
>She romanced Kaidan in ME 1
>She convinced Wrex to stand down
>Ashley died on Virmire
>Sarren killed himself after receiving the "YOU'RE WRONG" speech
>In ME 2, she recruited all possible teammates (including Kasumi and Zaheed)
>She also completed all loyalty missions
>She romanced Garrus after the Horizon fiasco
>EVERYONE SURVIVED THE SUICIDE MISSION, YAY
>Except the fish
>And the human/reaper hybrid
personality: Jeff Moreau lives up to the nickname "Joker" by being the Normandy's smart mouthed pilot. He's got a quip for every situation, every interaction and they're usually pretty crass, even downright offensive. You're left wondering if this guy even has a brain-to-mouth filter, half the time. Chances are he simply just can't help being painfully honest, even if it sometimes puts him at odds with his coworkers.
He gives the impression of being pretty carefree and rarely gets worked up about anything the Commander says, regardless of whether they're playing the Paragon or Renegade route. All in all, while he may not be the most sociable guy, he's not hard to get along with as long as you don't mind occasionally being the butt of his jokes or avoid asking him about himself. Trust me, you don't wanna go down that road.
That said, Joker takes his job and work pretty seriously. Sure, he's not above making cracks about how tedious his daily routine can be but when the situation calls for him to focus and get his ass in gear, good luck pulling him away from the controls for anything. There's a sense of devotion and extreme loyalty buried beneath all the smart ass bullshit, to both the ship and his boss. He's driven and was quick to point out in the first game that he didn't get to where he is now through any handouts from sympathizers; he earned that shit. It's safe to say he's got a chip on his shoulder about his Vrolik's syndrome and people coddling him over it, or doubting his skills because of the disease. It's one of the few things he'll get legitimately pissy over, even going so far to assume Shepard was hassling him for merely wanting to get to know him better.
Despite his defensiveness towards his condition, the guy knows his limits even though he doesn't like being constantly reminded. Ask him to fly you into uncharted space with a next to zero percent chance of returning alive and he's golden. Trying to get him to lead a full frontal offensive against aliens who can kick a normal human through a wall? Not so much.
He may be ex-military but he's not front lines material and not just because of his disease. He says to the commander after the events on Virmire that he doesn't think he could make the kind of decision that means saving one person and leaving another behind and has a hard time accepting that the Collector attack on the Normandy wasn't somehow his fault, even though he did everything he could. It's worth noting that he does get defensive about it when Miranda gets angry at him, admitting that he was basically helpless and useless in that situation with a quip of "What was I supposed to do, break my arm at them?" Joker even snaps at Shepard if approached and asked how he's holding up in a rare moment of pent up stress and irritation, blaming her for leaving the crew alone on the ship. He lets EDI do the apologizing for him, conceding that he didn't actually mean what he said, but it just goes to show that he's really not equipped to deal with situations that are out of his area of expertise.
That said, he's capable of being a bad ass when the circumstances are very dire. He wields a gun later on to fend off Collectors while Shepard is busy blowing up their base, though he's a still safe distance away from close combat.
He's also got the whole "I'm a cocky asshole" thing going for him. He brags but only when the situation calls for it-like when someone doubts his piloting skills. As stated above, he knows his limits, but he also knows that when he's in his element, he's the best and the only one you want on the job. A lot of this can be attributed to covering for his own insecurities, acting like he's hot shit (which he is, when it comes to flying).
abilities/powers: Joker doesn't really have a lot going for him, besides being the self proclaimed "best damn helmsman in the Alliance fleet." In fact, his entire biological makeup is one big awful genetic weakness; he's got a moderate to severe case of Vrolik's syndrome, also known as brittle bone disease. The guy can't even dance without shattering his shin bones. It's likely Cerberus did some work on him to give him more mobility since he does a lot of strenuous movement in the second game, but even that is enough to cause stress fractures. That being said, he seems to have a pretty high pain tolerance.
He also knows how to use a machine gun, as seen in the second game, but I doubt he'll be doing a lot of fighting if he can avoid it.
first person sample: recycled from counted_stars.
[Sup guys. You may or may not notice a man chilling on the edge of a bed, looking a little worse for wear. Not just because he's half naked, thank you very much. He starts talking the second he notices the datapad is working, rambling away to conceal that he's actually a little freaked. It may or may not be working.]
You know, I'm pretty sure every crappy scifi movie from the 20th century started this way. Think about it; you wake up half naked, don't know where the hell you are, only to find out you're on some spaceship and you're taking it up the tail pipe from some glowing green dude. Or you've just spent your entire existence thinking you were in the real world, but hey! Turns out that was a crock of shit and machines have been using your entire race as batteries. Yeah, only two of things have happened so far-I hope-but I'm not holding my breath.
[He takes a deep breath, head in his hands as he tries to get a hold of himself. Eventually he does and plunges onward, though that fear isn't quite as noticeable now.]
Either way, you've got the wrong guy for... Whatever this is. I don't know how I got here-I really don't even want to know-so just hail the Normandy for me and I can go back to making an ass grove in my comfy chair. Assuming it isn't, you know, drifting aimlessly through space.
...Please say it isn't drifting.
Also? Giving me back the rest of my clothes would be a great way to reassure me that I wasn't just anally probed, thanks.
third person sample: recycled from counted_stars.
There's a overwhelming sense of panic welling up in his chest the second he realizes he's no longer space side, not safely limping his way to the mess hall to wait for Mess Sergeant Gardener to cook up something greasy and disgusting and perfect-a burger, for instance, even while EDI politely chimes in how unhealthy it is for him. Because that's ever stopped him before. No, he wouldn't be thwarted by an AI's misguided attempts to mother him. Now some kind of anomaly in time and space that would simultaneously move him off the Normandy and strip him of most of his clothing? That was a little out of his league.
Joker manages to sit up with all the grace of a very old gazelle with pins in it's hips and metal rods in it's legs, and with a little less difficulty, gets on his feet. Nothing about this is making sense and it takes a few deep breaths to keep him from flipping his shit. It's uncomfortable and weird and seriously, where the hell are his clothes? This isn't normal and unless someone spiked that soda he was drinking earlier, it's looking less and less like a shitty practical joke.
He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hands and when he sees that it hasn't put the world back in it's natural place-him aboard the Normandy, relatively safe from danger excluding the odd brainwashed alien boarding and fire from an enemy ship-Joker sighs. Priorities, man. He can have his mental breakdown or whatever later. First things first, figure out where the hell he is. And get some goddamn clothes.
case no: 02-21-55
name: Kate
are you over 18?: 22
personal lj: eyefloss
email/msn/aim/plurk/etc: aim: overideologies/plurk: radiowaltz
characters in abax: Johanna Mason, Karkat Vantas
in character information.
series: Mass Effect
name: Jeff "Joker" Moreau
sex: M
age: 30
race: Human
height: 5'6"
weight: 145.3 lbs
canon point: Post Mass Effect 2, not including Arrival DLC
previous cr: I'll be bringing him fresh from Counted Stars, so here's a comprehensive list of CR:
Jack or Subject Zero - Weird, mutually antagonistic/sort of friendly relationship going on? She occasionally tries to murder him for being a smart ass and destroys his shit when he pisses her off, but they actually agree on a few things and he has the tendency to call her out on her shit. They also made macaroni noodle cards for the Normandy crew at her suggestion. Yeah, shut up.
Ashley Williams - Died in his timeline but apparently came from an alternate one where Kaidan died and she lived. He's always gotten along with her and that hasn't changed in CS, though seeing her was hard to deal with at first.
Kaidan Alenko - Managed to escape the RAWR RAWR CERBERUS RAWR lecture, presumably because Kaidan apologized for the crap he said on Horizon to Shepard. So, they're back to bro status, meaning they like giving each other shit.
Lily Evans - His unexpected protege! She hired the Normandy crew for some jobs and decided to come hang out on the bridge with him, and a few questions and some working on wearing down his bristling later, they're pretty good friends. Also helps that she'll listen to him ramble about flying and actually seems interested.
GLADoS - Evil, heckling robot in a datapad. They spend most of their time insulting one another and every once in a while Joker will think he's had enough and try to abandon her somewhere, but then she starts passive agressively whining and he changes his mind.
He's likely to recognize a few familiar faces as well!
history: Personal History
Annnnd a quick run down of Shepard's choices:
>Shepard was a female paragon
>She romanced Kaidan in ME 1
>She convinced Wrex to stand down
>Ashley died on Virmire
>Sarren killed himself after receiving the "YOU'RE WRONG" speech
>In ME 2, she recruited all possible teammates (including Kasumi and Zaheed)
>She also completed all loyalty missions
>She romanced Garrus after the Horizon fiasco
>EVERYONE SURVIVED THE SUICIDE MISSION, YAY
>Except the fish
>And the human/reaper hybrid
personality: Jeff Moreau lives up to the nickname "Joker" by being the Normandy's smart mouthed pilot. He's got a quip for every situation, every interaction and they're usually pretty crass, even downright offensive. You're left wondering if this guy even has a brain-to-mouth filter, half the time. Chances are he simply just can't help being painfully honest, even if it sometimes puts him at odds with his coworkers.
He gives the impression of being pretty carefree and rarely gets worked up about anything the Commander says, regardless of whether they're playing the Paragon or Renegade route. All in all, while he may not be the most sociable guy, he's not hard to get along with as long as you don't mind occasionally being the butt of his jokes or avoid asking him about himself. Trust me, you don't wanna go down that road.
That said, Joker takes his job and work pretty seriously. Sure, he's not above making cracks about how tedious his daily routine can be but when the situation calls for him to focus and get his ass in gear, good luck pulling him away from the controls for anything. There's a sense of devotion and extreme loyalty buried beneath all the smart ass bullshit, to both the ship and his boss. He's driven and was quick to point out in the first game that he didn't get to where he is now through any handouts from sympathizers; he earned that shit. It's safe to say he's got a chip on his shoulder about his Vrolik's syndrome and people coddling him over it, or doubting his skills because of the disease. It's one of the few things he'll get legitimately pissy over, even going so far to assume Shepard was hassling him for merely wanting to get to know him better.
Despite his defensiveness towards his condition, the guy knows his limits even though he doesn't like being constantly reminded. Ask him to fly you into uncharted space with a next to zero percent chance of returning alive and he's golden. Trying to get him to lead a full frontal offensive against aliens who can kick a normal human through a wall? Not so much.
He may be ex-military but he's not front lines material and not just because of his disease. He says to the commander after the events on Virmire that he doesn't think he could make the kind of decision that means saving one person and leaving another behind and has a hard time accepting that the Collector attack on the Normandy wasn't somehow his fault, even though he did everything he could. It's worth noting that he does get defensive about it when Miranda gets angry at him, admitting that he was basically helpless and useless in that situation with a quip of "What was I supposed to do, break my arm at them?" Joker even snaps at Shepard if approached and asked how he's holding up in a rare moment of pent up stress and irritation, blaming her for leaving the crew alone on the ship. He lets EDI do the apologizing for him, conceding that he didn't actually mean what he said, but it just goes to show that he's really not equipped to deal with situations that are out of his area of expertise.
That said, he's capable of being a bad ass when the circumstances are very dire. He wields a gun later on to fend off Collectors while Shepard is busy blowing up their base, though he's a still safe distance away from close combat.
He's also got the whole "I'm a cocky asshole" thing going for him. He brags but only when the situation calls for it-like when someone doubts his piloting skills. As stated above, he knows his limits, but he also knows that when he's in his element, he's the best and the only one you want on the job. A lot of this can be attributed to covering for his own insecurities, acting like he's hot shit (which he is, when it comes to flying).
abilities/powers: Joker doesn't really have a lot going for him, besides being the self proclaimed "best damn helmsman in the Alliance fleet." In fact, his entire biological makeup is one big awful genetic weakness; he's got a moderate to severe case of Vrolik's syndrome, also known as brittle bone disease. The guy can't even dance without shattering his shin bones. It's likely Cerberus did some work on him to give him more mobility since he does a lot of strenuous movement in the second game, but even that is enough to cause stress fractures. That being said, he seems to have a pretty high pain tolerance.
He also knows how to use a machine gun, as seen in the second game, but I doubt he'll be doing a lot of fighting if he can avoid it.
first person sample: recycled from counted_stars.
[Sup guys. You may or may not notice a man chilling on the edge of a bed, looking a little worse for wear. Not just because he's half naked, thank you very much. He starts talking the second he notices the datapad is working, rambling away to conceal that he's actually a little freaked. It may or may not be working.]
You know, I'm pretty sure every crappy scifi movie from the 20th century started this way. Think about it; you wake up half naked, don't know where the hell you are, only to find out you're on some spaceship and you're taking it up the tail pipe from some glowing green dude. Or you've just spent your entire existence thinking you were in the real world, but hey! Turns out that was a crock of shit and machines have been using your entire race as batteries. Yeah, only two of things have happened so far-I hope-but I'm not holding my breath.
[He takes a deep breath, head in his hands as he tries to get a hold of himself. Eventually he does and plunges onward, though that fear isn't quite as noticeable now.]
Either way, you've got the wrong guy for... Whatever this is. I don't know how I got here-I really don't even want to know-so just hail the Normandy for me and I can go back to making an ass grove in my comfy chair. Assuming it isn't, you know, drifting aimlessly through space.
...Please say it isn't drifting.
Also? Giving me back the rest of my clothes would be a great way to reassure me that I wasn't just anally probed, thanks.
third person sample: recycled from counted_stars.
There's a overwhelming sense of panic welling up in his chest the second he realizes he's no longer space side, not safely limping his way to the mess hall to wait for Mess Sergeant Gardener to cook up something greasy and disgusting and perfect-a burger, for instance, even while EDI politely chimes in how unhealthy it is for him. Because that's ever stopped him before. No, he wouldn't be thwarted by an AI's misguided attempts to mother him. Now some kind of anomaly in time and space that would simultaneously move him off the Normandy and strip him of most of his clothing? That was a little out of his league.
Joker manages to sit up with all the grace of a very old gazelle with pins in it's hips and metal rods in it's legs, and with a little less difficulty, gets on his feet. Nothing about this is making sense and it takes a few deep breaths to keep him from flipping his shit. It's uncomfortable and weird and seriously, where the hell are his clothes? This isn't normal and unless someone spiked that soda he was drinking earlier, it's looking less and less like a shitty practical joke.
He rubs his eyes with the palm of his hands and when he sees that it hasn't put the world back in it's natural place-him aboard the Normandy, relatively safe from danger excluding the odd brainwashed alien boarding and fire from an enemy ship-Joker sighs. Priorities, man. He can have his mental breakdown or whatever later. First things first, figure out where the hell he is. And get some goddamn clothes.
case no: 02-21-55