Post by The Devils Jokers on Nov 11, 2008 18:08:02 GMT 8
A man has been known through out the ages, by many names, by many faces, and by many trademarks. This man however has always been the same, so to speak. The body was always the same as was the origin. To those who walk in the present day, that origin has been lost, though now we shall delve back into the history. It is the history of a shadow and of madness.
Long ago, when nobility was still a odd notion in country villages, a man was born. His name has been lost in the cannons of history, but to suffice, he went by the surname of Phantom Von Beastre. He had a son who's name, while known, is never spoken lest it summon him. He went by the surname of Sandman. A battle ensued between Father and son in the shadow realm, and in that battle the son slew his father. He then began to rule the realm of darkness, and in that moment, a tyrant was born. To help in his conquest of other nations, of other worlds and times, he created the legions of shadow.
The legions were nothing more in the beginning to masses of shadow given life, soldiers of darkness who could not be killed by steel or iron, but only by the source of light in magic. Needless to say his legions marched and worlds fell. His name rang through out the cosmos. It was during the conquest of a world of tiger humanoids that he finally met resistance, for their shamans were powerful and were destroying his legions by the battalion. It was then that he began to improve his legions. His first creation was made of a combination of blood, shadow, power, and fire. The creature born rose up and immediately attempted to kill its maker. The reason why is not known, but rather then killing it, The Sandman sent it through the darkness to land upon another world.
It was then that the joker was born. A creature of power but lacking a significant personality or thought. It began roaming and as luck would have it, a band of bandits befell him. The outcome of course was clear within the first few moments. The being responded by neatly destroying all six bandits. In destroying them, he found that he gained, for he drank their souls into himself at the moment of their death. It was then that personality was born. The souls remained within him, giving him personality, thought, knowledge, and power. The only problem was that those six souls fought one another within him, seeking to escape. Even as they raged within though the joker was changing from the intake of souls.
His body fleshed out, features becoming known, hair growing, eyes opening, senses forming. The mixture of all the information, the sensory input from newly developed senses, and the raging war of six souls within him broke that personality just as quickly as it was formed. Insanity raged and from that insanity was a true personality born. A personality of darkness, fed from the nurturing tit of six bloodthirsty bandits who cared not whether someone lived or died. The souls became dim whispers as the insane persona turned incredible power inward, creating a lattice work of energy within his very own self made soul to imprison his new captives. Then there was silence in his mind. The joker smiled and continued on.
The years passed, and the joker continued to kill and drink in souls, his senses becoming more refined, his soul scape growing, his power growing. Though instinctive use of his shadow powers, he defeated other masters of the arcane, and thus his spell craft greatly improved. Soon the kings and queens of the land were sending their forces to conquer this one man army, but to no avail. Soon the world upon which he landed contained no life, nor any souls. The world began to grow barren, for the Joker was drinking in the very soul of the planet itself. It was then that his maker took notice of him again. hundreds of years had passed by this point, and the jokers memory was non-existent. Only madness filled his brain, thousands of personalities flitting through him one after the other. His maker sought to take advantage of this. Not realizing the danger, he sent his shadows out and brought his creature into the shadow realm. It was the one major mistake of his maker that is known.
No sooner had he been brought in then he turned all his power into destroying the one who had taken him. A great battle ensued, his maker being pressed back. The battle raged for years before finally in a stroke of desperate genius his maker assaulted the jokers base of power. He sent massive energies into the creatures soul scape, destroying it and releasing all the souls gathered. The souls escaped, and with them a vast majority of power that the joker had gained. The knowledge remained, but the power was lost. The shattering of the soul scape also had a profound effect upon the jokers persona. It imploded. His persona collapsed within itself, and his mind acted, creating a new persona. This persona ripped open the shadow world and escaped, leaving his exhausted creator behind to try to chase after. Needless to say his creator didn't succeed.
The new persona landed upon a new land, and like a child, began to explore. It was during this exploration that he wandered into a circus, and there met a women.
<to be continued>
Long ago, when nobility was still a odd notion in country villages, a man was born. His name has been lost in the cannons of history, but to suffice, he went by the surname of Phantom Von Beastre. He had a son who's name, while known, is never spoken lest it summon him. He went by the surname of Sandman. A battle ensued between Father and son in the shadow realm, and in that battle the son slew his father. He then began to rule the realm of darkness, and in that moment, a tyrant was born. To help in his conquest of other nations, of other worlds and times, he created the legions of shadow.
The legions were nothing more in the beginning to masses of shadow given life, soldiers of darkness who could not be killed by steel or iron, but only by the source of light in magic. Needless to say his legions marched and worlds fell. His name rang through out the cosmos. It was during the conquest of a world of tiger humanoids that he finally met resistance, for their shamans were powerful and were destroying his legions by the battalion. It was then that he began to improve his legions. His first creation was made of a combination of blood, shadow, power, and fire. The creature born rose up and immediately attempted to kill its maker. The reason why is not known, but rather then killing it, The Sandman sent it through the darkness to land upon another world.
It was then that the joker was born. A creature of power but lacking a significant personality or thought. It began roaming and as luck would have it, a band of bandits befell him. The outcome of course was clear within the first few moments. The being responded by neatly destroying all six bandits. In destroying them, he found that he gained, for he drank their souls into himself at the moment of their death. It was then that personality was born. The souls remained within him, giving him personality, thought, knowledge, and power. The only problem was that those six souls fought one another within him, seeking to escape. Even as they raged within though the joker was changing from the intake of souls.
His body fleshed out, features becoming known, hair growing, eyes opening, senses forming. The mixture of all the information, the sensory input from newly developed senses, and the raging war of six souls within him broke that personality just as quickly as it was formed. Insanity raged and from that insanity was a true personality born. A personality of darkness, fed from the nurturing tit of six bloodthirsty bandits who cared not whether someone lived or died. The souls became dim whispers as the insane persona turned incredible power inward, creating a lattice work of energy within his very own self made soul to imprison his new captives. Then there was silence in his mind. The joker smiled and continued on.
The years passed, and the joker continued to kill and drink in souls, his senses becoming more refined, his soul scape growing, his power growing. Though instinctive use of his shadow powers, he defeated other masters of the arcane, and thus his spell craft greatly improved. Soon the kings and queens of the land were sending their forces to conquer this one man army, but to no avail. Soon the world upon which he landed contained no life, nor any souls. The world began to grow barren, for the Joker was drinking in the very soul of the planet itself. It was then that his maker took notice of him again. hundreds of years had passed by this point, and the jokers memory was non-existent. Only madness filled his brain, thousands of personalities flitting through him one after the other. His maker sought to take advantage of this. Not realizing the danger, he sent his shadows out and brought his creature into the shadow realm. It was the one major mistake of his maker that is known.
No sooner had he been brought in then he turned all his power into destroying the one who had taken him. A great battle ensued, his maker being pressed back. The battle raged for years before finally in a stroke of desperate genius his maker assaulted the jokers base of power. He sent massive energies into the creatures soul scape, destroying it and releasing all the souls gathered. The souls escaped, and with them a vast majority of power that the joker had gained. The knowledge remained, but the power was lost. The shattering of the soul scape also had a profound effect upon the jokers persona. It imploded. His persona collapsed within itself, and his mind acted, creating a new persona. This persona ripped open the shadow world and escaped, leaving his exhausted creator behind to try to chase after. Needless to say his creator didn't succeed.
The new persona landed upon a new land, and like a child, began to explore. It was during this exploration that he wandered into a circus, and there met a women.
<to be continued>