Drake
The Joker
Full name: Drake Quixote
Nicknames: Joker [what he's known as in the Underground]
Birthday: October 23
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 305 cm (10 feet)
Weight: 250 lbs (all muscles)
Nationality: Asian
Homeland: Unknown, but probably somewhere in the Asian countries
Accent: None, but switches mostly to Asian
Personality/Mannerism
Drake is the most carefree kishin there is. He seems to have a penchant for dramatic phrasing, as well as a habit of exaggerated posing when giving declarations. He also has an odd habit of sitting in strange positions, like on the back of chairs, on tables, on barrels, and even on a pile of bodies in the middle of a war zone and on top of a wall. He is also completely calm and cool-headed in most situations. Drake likes to toy around with his opponents and victims in a sadistic and cruel way, like pitting weapons and meisters against each other either unwillingly or unwittingly by means of using one of his abilities. Drake has a complete and utter lack of fear and doubt. He has never been seen looking with any feeling other than amusement by any turn of events regardless of whom they affect. Only on rare occasions does he let go of his smile, such as when someone manages to tick him off or whenever killjoys butt in when he's in the middle of one of his dramatic talks.
Although he shows apathy for the weak, he is not above pointing out their flaws and somewhat takes pride to those promising beginners he was about to face in battle. He also shows concern to fallen comrades but makes sure that no one else will find out about it.
Personal Skill:
-His intelligence is a thing to be reckoned with, yet he likes to play the part of the dimwit for the most part.
-His uncanny ability mo make others believe that he IS what he's NOT.
-Mind games and mental torture that can make the faint of heart commit suicide.
Occupation: Underground human trafficker
Rank: None(?)
Former Star: Known: 3
Family Members: None known
Friends: None
Enemies: Anyone who spoils the fun and those who are capable of making him angry
History/Background:
Not much is known about Drake's origin, but one thing is certain about him: He's into the underground business since day one.
Born a weapon, Drake became the meister for himself since having a different one will be a terrible pain in the neck. The thought of someone wielding him, 'controlling' him, is definitely out of the long-term partnership/duty list in his pocket. Such a way of thinking from a five-year old blond lad. Because of this kind of 'business'(the underground) he was into, Drake was trained to defend, attack, and even kill if necessary. He was trained extremely to the point that either him or his trainer ends up half-alive after training hours. But no worries should be given for the young one, this kind of training made him the strongest brawler and human trafficker there is in the underground world.
At the age of seventeen, Drake managed to become the youngest, most successful human trafficker there is in the underground world. His business, the main focus of his attention(it appears), is in the line of slave trade with the addition of human auctions(dead or alive the 'meat' might be).
Six years of prosperity then an event happened which sent the underground world down.
The all-famous Joker became a kishin.
It all happened during his twenty-third year of his existence. And it was all that b*****d's fault.
One of the customers of the slave trade took interest in a woman whom Drake fancied. She was the finest of the fine, the rarest among the rare. A woman named Maria.
It was a terrible crime to even like one of the captured slaves for the human auction, but young Drake's heart was sent reeling the moment he caught sight of her. Tanned cheeks became a million shades of red in a furious flush, the whole auction site which was usually dim instantly flooded by light coming from the seemingly fairest woman in the place. For the first time in his life, the human trafficker who was always sure of himself became uncertain. One of his henchmen approached him and took him to the cell where the woman was kept temporarily. Once face to face, Drake felt the cat got his tongue. Sadness painted Maria's eyes, movements restrained by the chains binding her against the wall. He had never felt pity as strong as he was feeling at that very moment. Without any second thoughts, he withdrew the designated key for her cell and released her that instant. Maria's gratitude overwhelmed him and the moment she asked for absolute freedom, Drake immediately agreed. It was bliss for him to see her smile joyously. Was it even possible to find true love at such a quick span of time? For the young human trafficker, yes. Big yes.
The repeated thank you's, gentle hugs, and a chaste kiss on the cheek(a wooden crate was needed to be able to reach that part for the blond stood at 7 feet 3 inches back then, not to mention that he had to lean down a bit) made Drake certain that she was indeed his true love. But for the blond, his love that should've been a forever thing was short-lived. The b*****d customer wanted her. Buy her as a lowly slave. Drake disagreed and calmly explained that someone else 'bought' her already. But the b*****d was insistent. Hellbent in getting her. Ordering the burly band of misfits accompanying him, the usually easy fifteen against one became a pain in the neck. With Maria being held as a hostage Drake didn't fight back, thinking that him being beaten up would be enough for the said customer. But it was a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life. And the terrible incident happened right inside his very own territory.
Maria was 'abused' right in front of him. Drake just laid flat on his stomach, being held by a bunch of muscular men to restrain his movements. The beating he just received was damn brutal, but the pain was nothing compared to what he was witnessing. He couldn't move. Damn, he couldn't even breathe properly. Every beg, every helpless struggles, every sob shattered Drake's newly found heart to billions of pieces. The b*****d's deed was done. Just as Drake managed to free himself from the men, the 'demon' called for one of his men's attention and ordered for him to transform into his weapon form: A revolver. One pull at the trigger. A gunshot. The hit was inevitable.
And Drake just watched how she was killed.
A love that ended even before it began. Wrath. Fear. Hatred. All three deep-seated. And change was indeed inevitable.
In a fit of madness, Drake let out a howl that shook the entire auction house. His long arms swung forward, hands meeting hands that he crushed together with brute force. Crimson liquid and pinkish gray matter littered the floor and stained the blond's hands. Those same hands pierced through the men, ripped limbs, hands, heads, and hearts out, mauled the mangled bodies even more. The sounds made by horrified men, snapping of bones, steps on a puddle of blood... how it complemented the appearance of the moon outside.
One question suddenly popped in, making the crazed Drake stop in his gleeful massacre. Nah, not only one but two. First thing's first. Where were his very own henchmen? The blond looked behind him and studied the pile of corpses he created through red-tinted sunglasses. He caught sight of a hand bearing a crossed-out smiley which was their mark as the Joker's crew... Oh, yep. One of his won. Dead. Not only one, but all of them. Corpses clad in fancy attires... tch. Even the customers. Every damn lot of them. The second question hit home. Where's Maria? There. On top of the pile. Drake made his way towards her as the souls of the dead floated before him. He took her in his arms then gently caressed her hair with his bloody hands. Innocent maiden... why did she have to suffer like this? It was that customer turned meister's fault. How did that b*****d end up in Drake's hands again? Right, he flayed the damned b*****d alive. Not to mention that the young human trafficker rid him of his muscles, slowly tearing limb after limb and finally ripping the latter's head off of his body. Such slow, agonizing death satisfied him(a little), but it can never bring back Maria's life. His Maria.
Hunger suddenly overtook Drake, the madness amplifying it. He rested his beloved's head against his lean chest then gently lifted his hands up. Fine strings made out of his wavelength appeared from his long fingers and shot towards the farthest souls. Maneuvering the digits, he grabbed the souls and greedily ate all of them, sparing Maria's. Thus begun Drake's life as a kishin, the elusive and powerful Joker. It only took him four months to get the underground operations back to normal since lots of buyers and sellers were out there. Drake came back to his game. The only love of his life forgotten(we could only assume), as well as the massacre that took place. Everything went back to normal, but not the young human trafficker's 'soul status'. He's now a kishin, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Why wouldn't he? He can kill weapons, meisters, witches, and even kishins like him and eat their souls. It all made him stronger.
Years passed. The Joker, Drake, became the most powerful head in the underground trade. The most wanted criminal that no one can ever take down. Countless meisters with their Deathscythes met their horrific ending in the blond human trafficker's sadistic hands. It was his joy to pit them against each other, meisters and weapons, unwillingly. His latest kill consosted of a very wealthy family, but during that time it was as if he met Maria again.
This time he wasn't the same 23-year old man from before, but now 41. And she was the same young woman, looking quite younger.
Beautiful ash-gray hair. Bright violet eyes. And she's a weapon... triple-bladed scythe.
Drake killed her family and destroyed their mansion, leaving her as the sole survivor. Before doing the crime, he disguised himself as a witch, using the amplified wavelength from the latter's soul to hide his own. The guise was successful, the meister wielding her did not know how to use Soul Perception. He killed them to make her stronger. First, her older sister, then, her mother and father. The blond let her and her older brother acting as her meister fight himto test their skills. Her brother failed. Drake killed him and spared her. She was very promising. He wanted her to aim for power. He will draw her close to him so that he can protect her, unlike what he did 18 years ago. Drake believed in reincarnation, and she was the incarnate of his beloved Maria. The blame for the death of her family will be strategically and perfectly placed on one of the witches under his stead. This young woman is, will be, his present-day Maria. The love he found years ago will now be his, and nothing will ever manage to take it away.
"Live. That is all I ask of you."
Former Weapon Form: Dark weapon, Stringed Sword
Former Appearance (None. Same appearance)
Appearance: (Same as above)
Former Partner: None
Fear:
-Losing the once-lost love he just managed to find again.
Soul Color: Hot pink
Clan: None
Fighting Style: All karate schools, ranging from Crane to plain old Tai Chi. Switches to street style-fighting for the most part.
Flaws
-Drake is bathophobic.
-He suffers from a heart ailment. The cardiac attacks pop out randomly so if it'll happen in the middle of a fight, nothing will be certain for the towering blond man's safety.
-He underestimates almost all of his enemies without carefully analyzing their capabilities. This happens whenever Drake's in a pinch.
-His carefree attitude.
Weaknesses
-Being too carefree
-Unpredictable
-Too much of an extrovert
-Obsessive(can sometimes be compulsive)
-Impulsive
Abilities:
Skyfall - allows Drake to glide/fly in the air. This is his most basic ability.
Flamingo Gone Bonkers - using his Madness-induced wavelength, Drake takes his pink-feathered jack off and allows his soul wavelength to 'possess' it. Said jacket assumes the form of a huge enraged flamingo, its legs and beak formed by his soul's solidified wavelength. This monstrous flamingo moves according to what Drake wants(eg. for offensive-defensive moves, for escaping, for 'fun').
----Flaw: Any fire-induced attacks.
In the Guise of the Proverbial Wrench - the most cunning ability there is in Drake's system. With the use of his victim's soul, he amplifies its wavelength to hide his own [No changes in his appearance]. By introducing his maddened wavelength into the soul and devouring it, his physical appearance shifts into the eaten soul's owner. Full body transformation is granted by doing this.
---Flaw: The memories and abilities the owner of the soul possessed were the things Drake cannot copy. He can only rely to his own wits and skills while using this ability which of course, would be quite a give away.
Strings - fine strings made out of his wavelength materializes from his fingers and twist themselves around the enemy's head and limbs, thus giving Drake to control him/her like a puppet. This ability has two types:
>Mindstrings - this allows Drake to control the minds of his opponents. The strings enter the mind of the opponent, thus allowing him to gain full control of the enemy by means of telepathy. While controlled, the enemy knows not a single thing of what he/she does under the influence of Mindstrings. This type of Strings shows that the enemy is following Drake unwittingly under its influence.
>Heartstrings - The exact opposite of Mindstrings. The main focus of the strings is the heart, intensifying what emotion the opponent feels. This time, the enemy is being controlled unwillingly and has full knowledge of what he/she does under its influence.
----Flaw: Strong-willed people takes a lot of time and effort to control.
Hobbies:
-Pitting his enemies against each other.
-Partying
-Keeping track of his 'business'
Likes:
-Parties
-Fun stuff
-Doing his hobbies
-Smiling and laughing
-Fights
-The weapon Marielle and showing ir with blatant perversion for his own amusement
Dislikes:
-Party poopers
-Killjoys
-People who can actually tick him off.
Theme Song
Na Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance
Interesting Facts/Trivia:
-Co-created by Start the Freakin Machine and Evil Overlord Supreme. Will be controlled by the two.
-Inspired from the character named Donquixote Doflamingo from the manga/anime One Piece by Eiichiro Oda(appearance, personality, and abilities[not entirely. Modifications were carefully made by both of us] only)
Nicknames: Joker [what he's known as in the Underground]
Birthday: October 23
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 305 cm (10 feet)
Weight: 250 lbs (all muscles)
Nationality: Asian
Homeland: Unknown, but probably somewhere in the Asian countries
Accent: None, but switches mostly to Asian
Personality/Mannerism
Drake is the most carefree kishin there is. He seems to have a penchant for dramatic phrasing, as well as a habit of exaggerated posing when giving declarations. He also has an odd habit of sitting in strange positions, like on the back of chairs, on tables, on barrels, and even on a pile of bodies in the middle of a war zone and on top of a wall. He is also completely calm and cool-headed in most situations. Drake likes to toy around with his opponents and victims in a sadistic and cruel way, like pitting weapons and meisters against each other either unwillingly or unwittingly by means of using one of his abilities. Drake has a complete and utter lack of fear and doubt. He has never been seen looking with any feeling other than amusement by any turn of events regardless of whom they affect. Only on rare occasions does he let go of his smile, such as when someone manages to tick him off or whenever killjoys butt in when he's in the middle of one of his dramatic talks.
Although he shows apathy for the weak, he is not above pointing out their flaws and somewhat takes pride to those promising beginners he was about to face in battle. He also shows concern to fallen comrades but makes sure that no one else will find out about it.
Personal Skill:
-His intelligence is a thing to be reckoned with, yet he likes to play the part of the dimwit for the most part.
-His uncanny ability mo make others believe that he IS what he's NOT.
-Mind games and mental torture that can make the faint of heart commit suicide.
Occupation: Underground human trafficker
Rank: None(?)
Former Star: Known: 3
Family Members: None known
Friends: None
Enemies: Anyone who spoils the fun and those who are capable of making him angry
History/Background:
Not much is known about Drake's origin, but one thing is certain about him: He's into the underground business since day one.
Born a weapon, Drake became the meister for himself since having a different one will be a terrible pain in the neck. The thought of someone wielding him, 'controlling' him, is definitely out of the long-term partnership/duty list in his pocket. Such a way of thinking from a five-year old blond lad. Because of this kind of 'business'(the underground) he was into, Drake was trained to defend, attack, and even kill if necessary. He was trained extremely to the point that either him or his trainer ends up half-alive after training hours. But no worries should be given for the young one, this kind of training made him the strongest brawler and human trafficker there is in the underground world.
At the age of seventeen, Drake managed to become the youngest, most successful human trafficker there is in the underground world. His business, the main focus of his attention(it appears), is in the line of slave trade with the addition of human auctions(dead or alive the 'meat' might be).
Six years of prosperity then an event happened which sent the underground world down.
The all-famous Joker became a kishin.
It all happened during his twenty-third year of his existence. And it was all that b*****d's fault.
One of the customers of the slave trade took interest in a woman whom Drake fancied. She was the finest of the fine, the rarest among the rare. A woman named Maria.
It was a terrible crime to even like one of the captured slaves for the human auction, but young Drake's heart was sent reeling the moment he caught sight of her. Tanned cheeks became a million shades of red in a furious flush, the whole auction site which was usually dim instantly flooded by light coming from the seemingly fairest woman in the place. For the first time in his life, the human trafficker who was always sure of himself became uncertain. One of his henchmen approached him and took him to the cell where the woman was kept temporarily. Once face to face, Drake felt the cat got his tongue. Sadness painted Maria's eyes, movements restrained by the chains binding her against the wall. He had never felt pity as strong as he was feeling at that very moment. Without any second thoughts, he withdrew the designated key for her cell and released her that instant. Maria's gratitude overwhelmed him and the moment she asked for absolute freedom, Drake immediately agreed. It was bliss for him to see her smile joyously. Was it even possible to find true love at such a quick span of time? For the young human trafficker, yes. Big yes.
The repeated thank you's, gentle hugs, and a chaste kiss on the cheek(a wooden crate was needed to be able to reach that part for the blond stood at 7 feet 3 inches back then, not to mention that he had to lean down a bit) made Drake certain that she was indeed his true love. But for the blond, his love that should've been a forever thing was short-lived. The b*****d customer wanted her. Buy her as a lowly slave. Drake disagreed and calmly explained that someone else 'bought' her already. But the b*****d was insistent. Hellbent in getting her. Ordering the burly band of misfits accompanying him, the usually easy fifteen against one became a pain in the neck. With Maria being held as a hostage Drake didn't fight back, thinking that him being beaten up would be enough for the said customer. But it was a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life. And the terrible incident happened right inside his very own territory.
Maria was 'abused' right in front of him. Drake just laid flat on his stomach, being held by a bunch of muscular men to restrain his movements. The beating he just received was damn brutal, but the pain was nothing compared to what he was witnessing. He couldn't move. Damn, he couldn't even breathe properly. Every beg, every helpless struggles, every sob shattered Drake's newly found heart to billions of pieces. The b*****d's deed was done. Just as Drake managed to free himself from the men, the 'demon' called for one of his men's attention and ordered for him to transform into his weapon form: A revolver. One pull at the trigger. A gunshot. The hit was inevitable.
And Drake just watched how she was killed.
A love that ended even before it began. Wrath. Fear. Hatred. All three deep-seated. And change was indeed inevitable.
In a fit of madness, Drake let out a howl that shook the entire auction house. His long arms swung forward, hands meeting hands that he crushed together with brute force. Crimson liquid and pinkish gray matter littered the floor and stained the blond's hands. Those same hands pierced through the men, ripped limbs, hands, heads, and hearts out, mauled the mangled bodies even more. The sounds made by horrified men, snapping of bones, steps on a puddle of blood... how it complemented the appearance of the moon outside.
One question suddenly popped in, making the crazed Drake stop in his gleeful massacre. Nah, not only one but two. First thing's first. Where were his very own henchmen? The blond looked behind him and studied the pile of corpses he created through red-tinted sunglasses. He caught sight of a hand bearing a crossed-out smiley which was their mark as the Joker's crew... Oh, yep. One of his won. Dead. Not only one, but all of them. Corpses clad in fancy attires... tch. Even the customers. Every damn lot of them. The second question hit home. Where's Maria? There. On top of the pile. Drake made his way towards her as the souls of the dead floated before him. He took her in his arms then gently caressed her hair with his bloody hands. Innocent maiden... why did she have to suffer like this? It was that customer turned meister's fault. How did that b*****d end up in Drake's hands again? Right, he flayed the damned b*****d alive. Not to mention that the young human trafficker rid him of his muscles, slowly tearing limb after limb and finally ripping the latter's head off of his body. Such slow, agonizing death satisfied him(a little), but it can never bring back Maria's life. His Maria.
Hunger suddenly overtook Drake, the madness amplifying it. He rested his beloved's head against his lean chest then gently lifted his hands up. Fine strings made out of his wavelength appeared from his long fingers and shot towards the farthest souls. Maneuvering the digits, he grabbed the souls and greedily ate all of them, sparing Maria's. Thus begun Drake's life as a kishin, the elusive and powerful Joker. It only took him four months to get the underground operations back to normal since lots of buyers and sellers were out there. Drake came back to his game. The only love of his life forgotten(we could only assume), as well as the massacre that took place. Everything went back to normal, but not the young human trafficker's 'soul status'. He's now a kishin, but he seemed to be enjoying it. Why wouldn't he? He can kill weapons, meisters, witches, and even kishins like him and eat their souls. It all made him stronger.
Years passed. The Joker, Drake, became the most powerful head in the underground trade. The most wanted criminal that no one can ever take down. Countless meisters with their Deathscythes met their horrific ending in the blond human trafficker's sadistic hands. It was his joy to pit them against each other, meisters and weapons, unwillingly. His latest kill consosted of a very wealthy family, but during that time it was as if he met Maria again.
This time he wasn't the same 23-year old man from before, but now 41. And she was the same young woman, looking quite younger.
Beautiful ash-gray hair. Bright violet eyes. And she's a weapon... triple-bladed scythe.
Drake killed her family and destroyed their mansion, leaving her as the sole survivor. Before doing the crime, he disguised himself as a witch, using the amplified wavelength from the latter's soul to hide his own. The guise was successful, the meister wielding her did not know how to use Soul Perception. He killed them to make her stronger. First, her older sister, then, her mother and father. The blond let her and her older brother acting as her meister fight himto test their skills. Her brother failed. Drake killed him and spared her. She was very promising. He wanted her to aim for power. He will draw her close to him so that he can protect her, unlike what he did 18 years ago. Drake believed in reincarnation, and she was the incarnate of his beloved Maria. The blame for the death of her family will be strategically and perfectly placed on one of the witches under his stead. This young woman is, will be, his present-day Maria. The love he found years ago will now be his, and nothing will ever manage to take it away.
"Live. That is all I ask of you."
Former Weapon Form: Dark weapon, Stringed Sword
Former Appearance (None. Same appearance)
Appearance: (Same as above)
Former Partner: None
Fear:
-Losing the once-lost love he just managed to find again.
Soul Color: Hot pink
Clan: None
Fighting Style: All karate schools, ranging from Crane to plain old Tai Chi. Switches to street style-fighting for the most part.
Flaws
-Drake is bathophobic.
-He suffers from a heart ailment. The cardiac attacks pop out randomly so if it'll happen in the middle of a fight, nothing will be certain for the towering blond man's safety.
-He underestimates almost all of his enemies without carefully analyzing their capabilities. This happens whenever Drake's in a pinch.
-His carefree attitude.
Weaknesses
-Being too carefree
-Unpredictable
-Too much of an extrovert
-Obsessive(can sometimes be compulsive)
-Impulsive
Abilities:
Skyfall - allows Drake to glide/fly in the air. This is his most basic ability.
Flamingo Gone Bonkers - using his Madness-induced wavelength, Drake takes his pink-feathered jack off and allows his soul wavelength to 'possess' it. Said jacket assumes the form of a huge enraged flamingo, its legs and beak formed by his soul's solidified wavelength. This monstrous flamingo moves according to what Drake wants(eg. for offensive-defensive moves, for escaping, for 'fun').
----Flaw: Any fire-induced attacks.
In the Guise of the Proverbial Wrench - the most cunning ability there is in Drake's system. With the use of his victim's soul, he amplifies its wavelength to hide his own [No changes in his appearance]. By introducing his maddened wavelength into the soul and devouring it, his physical appearance shifts into the eaten soul's owner. Full body transformation is granted by doing this.
---Flaw: The memories and abilities the owner of the soul possessed were the things Drake cannot copy. He can only rely to his own wits and skills while using this ability which of course, would be quite a give away.
Strings - fine strings made out of his wavelength materializes from his fingers and twist themselves around the enemy's head and limbs, thus giving Drake to control him/her like a puppet. This ability has two types:
>Mindstrings - this allows Drake to control the minds of his opponents. The strings enter the mind of the opponent, thus allowing him to gain full control of the enemy by means of telepathy. While controlled, the enemy knows not a single thing of what he/she does under the influence of Mindstrings. This type of Strings shows that the enemy is following Drake unwittingly under its influence.
>Heartstrings - The exact opposite of Mindstrings. The main focus of the strings is the heart, intensifying what emotion the opponent feels. This time, the enemy is being controlled unwillingly and has full knowledge of what he/she does under its influence.
----Flaw: Strong-willed people takes a lot of time and effort to control.
Hobbies:
-Pitting his enemies against each other.
-Partying
-Keeping track of his 'business'
Likes:
-Parties
-Fun stuff
-Doing his hobbies
-Smiling and laughing
-Fights
-The weapon Marielle and showing ir with blatant perversion for his own amusement
Dislikes:
-Party poopers
-Killjoys
-People who can actually tick him off.
Theme Song
Na Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance
Interesting Facts/Trivia:
-Co-created by Start the Freakin Machine and Evil Overlord Supreme. Will be controlled by the two.
-Inspired from the character named Donquixote Doflamingo from the manga/anime One Piece by Eiichiro Oda(appearance, personality, and abilities[not entirely. Modifications were carefully made by both of us] only)
