Finally decided what villain to pick up. So here we go:
.'ULTIMATE DC UNIVERSE' RPG Application.
Screenname: SenseiofCheese
Character You Would Like To Play: Mister Rictus / Mr. Rictus
Basic History Of The Character: Mr. Rictus was once a devout Christian but after an accident that scarred him horribly, he died on the operating table briefly and instead of Heaven, there was nothing. When he recovered, he started living a life that was drastically different from what he had been before. He lived without a concsience, acted on any thought that entered his mind. He had spent years embracing the light, a light that was never there. What was left was only darkness.
Three Reasons Why You Have Chosen That Character:
1. He's completely immoral, and I've wanted to play someone like that for a while.
2. I really wanted to pick up a villain without powers or gimmicks.
3. It was a coin toss between Mister Rictus or Victor Zsasz.
What Do You Plan On Doing With This Character As A Person (IE: How are you 'utlimizing' him or her?):
I know what some of you are thinking, but I'm actually going to really make him a whole lot different than The Joker (Oh come one, you MUST have been thinking that

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Two Complete Sentences In Proper English Explaining What You Can Bring To This RPG (As A Player):
Hopefully, a truly creepy motherf*****. Also, good RP'ing and frequent posts.
What Fonts Do You Plan To Use For Your Characters Speech? (Makes the roster look better): Courier New - Black.
Please Provide A Small Sample Post In The Format You Wish To Portray Your Character In:
Sister Helen. Such a lovely woman. She's a saint, really.
Such a shame.
The little witch has spent her whole life fooling people like me into believing in a "higher power". With her smile, soft voice and, the one you never admitted to yourself, supple breasts, she could get you to sell your own house for a cookie.
After my accident she had the audacity to come visit me at the hospital. Telling me that "God" loves me, "God" has plans for me. Rubbing it in my face.
It's really something. That feeling you get when you're lying on the operating table and you feel your heart slowing. Your head starts to swim, your eyelids get heavier.
Sure, you're scared. But then that voice inside your head softly tells you that it'll be alright. From here on out it's nothing but angels singing in harmony and fluffy, white clouds.
It truly is wonderful.
But it doesn't compare to realizing none of it's true. Realizing that everything you've been told since you were a little child stewing in your own sh** while your parents went from drinking themselves stupid to taking their misery out on you in record time, was nothing but a filthy lie.
You wanted to kill that ***hole that cut you off on your way to work. You wanted to slam your secretary down on your desk and ravage her. But you didn't. You didn't, because then you wouldn't be able to get into heaven, right? Those pearly gates at the end of your otherwise miserable life?
It's funny, really.
Then that ****e Sister Helen screams. I suppose hiding behind her bedroom door wasn't the best idea.
Oh, well.
Do You Know How To Post Pictures On The Hype?:
Yes, indeed.