Everybody has Demons.

[Joker]

OOC: This is a post concerning Joker's past, his storyline, and various other whatnot. Because I know you're all horribly facinated.

Joker was born in a desert town to unknown parents. A mother who had dies at birth, a father who had died in the desert earlier. As noted by Mazzardian law, he was taken to an orphanage where he was attemptedly sold into slavery. The caravan taking him to the mines was hit, however, by a band of thieves. One of them took Joker under his wing, and ever since Krishnae Met'Hari has been the only father Joker has ever known or cared to know.

He spent his youth training under the master thief, hanging out with his group of thief apprentice friends, and generally being a menace to the orderly peace loving peoples of Mazzard, painting his name on walls in blood (only because it was cheaper than paint) and petty thievery. But, as all children do, it was time to leave. At fifteen, he packed his bag, laced his boots, and walked out of the desert.

Flash forward three years, filled with traveling, botched heists, one night stands with shady women and more mornings waking up somewhere he didnt know with a hangover than mornings without, to the Kilrati mountains. Underworlders, having a turf war of sorts over a lake, some power residing in the lake. Two factions, the demons of the Raijiki, and the Devils of the Rahn. And Joker, who had found himself at the right place at the right time.

In the middle of a battle between scouts of both sides, Joker his in the trees. When they had weakened each other and began to retreat, Joker jumped down, taking out both sides with a few well placed crossbow bolts. Then, he was discovered, two scouts stumbled upon the scene and assumed that Joker alone had taken both sides out in single combat, and without a scratch to himself! Eagerly, they reported it to their masters.

Now we meet Knox and Zawn. Knox was a demon chamion of the Raijiki, a warrior unsurpassed, who loved nothing more that chaos and violence, eager to burn a path of destruction through the land and leave a wake of fire and pain wherever he stepped. Zawn was a devil champion of the Rahn, a mage unrivaled, who loved nothing more than domination and order, eager to take control of the lands with an iron fist and impose his dark rule over all the chaotic elements. They both just needed one thing. A body to inhabit in this plane. And now, with the reports of a human who had destroyed two whole demon units singlehandedly, they had their cantidate.

Joker meanwhile had turned tail and fully intended to leave this demon infested waterhole, and never turn back. Camped a few miles out for the night, he was visited by them. First Knox, in the form of a man in black, who made screaming demands and promises of grim retaliation if he refused. Then Zawn, in the form of a man in white, with a smooth tounge and promises of rewards for servitude. Joker didnt buy it from either of them. So he bartered a deal. To this day, he wont say the exact terms, but as long as Knox resided in him, Zawn could never take control, and vice versa.

They both inhabited him at the same time, fully expecting to find an empty body for their leisure. Imagine thwir surprise when they found they had been tricked, now both forsed to hold to the Pact they had given Joker, forced to serve him and keep his body alive until he dies of natural causes, in wich they can fight for posession of his body until they both get blue in the face, for all he cares.

And a third, an Underworld lord, neither Demon nor Devil, of power unimaginable. who had slipped into Joker's body during the Pact. Now unbeknownst to him or Knox and Zawn, he silently waits to take this body for himself and fufill his own dark agenda.

Flash forward a few month, the demonic influence had given Joker both the ability for hand to hand fighting he formerly thought impossible courtesy of Knox, and the magical manipulation that he manifests in the form of cards, courtesy of Zawn. And a few unexpected side effects. His tounge is nearly a foot long, he can walk on water unless he conciously wills himself to submerge, and water doesnt stick to him. He could be dunked in a trough and come up dry as a bone, clothes and all.

He finds himself at an Inn near the Myrken area, ripe with opportunity.

Long story short:

Comes from a desert town.
Professional thief.
Posessed by three demons.
Knox and Zawn (Nox and Xon, get it? Its a palindrome.)
And The Man in Red, name unkown.
When he is killed, either Knox or Zawn will take control of his body and fight until he's out of danger, and if one dies the other comes out, and if that one dies the third comes out, kills everybody, keeps Joker's soul for an eternity of servitude, and basically everybody loses.

[Joker]

Joker found himself of a suprprising journey a few weeks ago. He was just talking to a friend when he got a carrier note. Xyron had done it. He was going to be exorcized. A hasty goodbye to his friends, to meet Xy in a predetermined, then off to Mazzard. To freedom.

The process was not fun. First, he had to be subdued, and he had to be practically bathed in holy magic, and he had to be held down. Knox and Zawn were not happy. They fought with his father, his brothers, his best friends. In the end, they were rendered unconcious, but because of the heavy magicks in flow around them, the bruises did not heal as expected.

Then, a tatoo was made. An intricate holy symbol of Ral'Seti, and there were the demons banished. Still on his body, still beside him, still aware of him, but trapped, silenced. But not without leaving a mark. A residue, a kind of film on Joker's sould, leaving some of the side effects of his possesion there. The heat of his body that rises whenever he gets angry. His tounge, wich can be moved like a serpent and is of an odd length. And the odd ability to grow a tail and small horns, wich is, all in all, rather disturbing.

Thanks to Aeri, the bruises are gone, and Joker looks in tip top shape. He may be only a fraction of the power he once held, but he is free now, as free as he will ever be.