Handle: Pickles.
Email: crobes13@yahoo.com
Messenger: Same as email.
Name:
Anansi Aëriform. Formerly Jokes Jigsaw.
True Name:
Jacques Jäger.
Aliases:
None.
Age:
24.
Occupation:
Terrorist for hire, Mentally Morphine's right hand man.
Status:
Former Wammy's Orphan.
History:
Anansi's past is a mess, to put it bluntly. His little sister, GAP, left Wammy's when she was old enough and made it as a successful writer. She didn't need him anymore. He loved her, but hated her for it. Hated
before it, for killing his mother and making his father hate him. He didn't know what to do with himself, really, what was once a somewhat off-kilter but otherwise normal relationship with his sister turned into an obsession. He shut himself off from the world, horded every scrap of material relating to her, it is no surprise he soon went mad.
Taking to the streets, he severed all ties. With everything. What little he had that still mattered, he lived through obliterating it. He had to go without GAP, but still watch her from a distance. Like a starving man behind bars, forced to watch a feast. Well, simple logic followed. Logic many before him have lived by. If he couldn't have her, no one could. He would destroy her, he would destroy everything. He was an outcast, hollow, his emotions a churning, sickening, grimy quagmire. The world would go down in flames with him, he would see to it.
Those of a like mind attract one another. Anansi, a terrorist with no morals or values, met Mentally Morphine. A man who wanted to see the world slip into perfect anarchy. He...did something for free, just this once, in his miserable career. And it was to follow this wonderful man.
Personality:
His sense of humor is now twisted beyond all recognition. The practical jokes he is so fond of usually involve collateral damage and grievous injury if not outright incineration. He lives to be miserable and spread it to others. A walking hate machine, an overall unpleasant man. Deep down underneath it all he works with the mind of a child and the tools of a sociopath. He has difficulty expressing himself most times, the only way he has would be explosives. A notably infantile method of showing emotion would be wearing one or two masks, depending on what mood he's in. One, white in color, is smiling. The other, black, is frowning. ((
click here)) People disgust him for the most part, though he holds several in a special place, right there where his heart used to be. For them there is a collection of repressed sexual urges and homocidal impulses.
Hair Color and Style:
Anansi's hair is matted, dirty, and disheveled. It has been dyed at least half a dozen different colors, though the grime makes distinguishing one from the other difficult. The hair, bangs in particular, are long enough to go down to his shoulders.
Eye Color:
Hazel.
Gender:
Male.
Overview:
He is basically a bigger version of Wammy's own Jokes, tall at 6'5" with an powerful, lean build. Not too unusual. What is abnormal is his demeanor, with ticks and vague, scattered speech, punctuated with ryhmes and riddle-talk. Like a cross between a paranoid schizophrenic drug addict and a clown. Not the funny clowns either. The creepy, hobo looking, probably-a-pedophile type, more like. His dress varies, from large coats and hats to formal suits, however his face is always covered by an opera mask.
Skills:
Anansi's interests have changed considerably, from cartoons and comics to murder and misery. He has developed familiarity and skill for weapons, however the one constant is his talent for creating explosives and love of detonating them. His first language is German, and he speaks fluent English. He has developed flawless accents to go along with his English so as to throw off people trying to find out his country of origin.
Sample:
Alphabet character.
Quirks:
Has developed a bit of a drug habit.
Anansi
