Post by Edward Nigma on Jun 5, 2011 2:28:29 GMT -5
Canon or your own
Canon
Civilian Identity
Edward Nigma changed from Edward Nashton
Alias
The Riddler
Gender
Male
Age
25
Occupation
Currently working for Geek Squad, but used to be a top Financial Analyst for Lehman Brothers.
Appearance
Personalty
Edward is that guy who walks into the room and starts talking about one thing: himself. Actually two things: himself and how much better he is then you. He also has the talent of going into lengthy detail explaining these two aspects. He has no problem taking fifteen minutes of another's times to describe to them why their choice in drinks proves that they are compensating for something and they will be lucky if a woman ever associate anything other then creepy from their persona. For this very reason, he doesn't have that many friends. Actually, he doesn't have any friends. He never wanted any because he saw every human for their annoying flaws. He couldn't put up with being surrounded by their stupid comments or their irritating habits. He never once thought that the reason he had no friends was because he insulted every person who had a conversation with him. Okay, he did have a few acquaintances. He also was quite fond of the woman's touch every now and then. Admittedly though, he thought women lacked less intelligence then men and should be permanently placed in the home. The seventies was the decade the world went to worst. He was happy he didn't live through it.
All of this should be evidence to you now to know that Edward is very arrogant. He believes he is always right, and he usually has proof to back it up. He was the kid in class who constantly raised his hand and explained to the teacher why he was wrong. He was the person telling his boss the horrible way he was running his business. He might have been young, but he didn't think his age prevented him from being smart. Honesty. Edward had to be honest. He couldn't explain the reason behind it (being abused by dear old dad), but he had to. He couldn't lie, and he hated people who did lie. Lying was easy. Being honest was hard. In general, Edward was a judgmental arrogant blunt outspoken young man who can only be silence through jogging.
Abilities:
Genius level of deductive reasoning: If he doesn't know something he can easily figure it out using the few clues that most other miss.
Languages: English, Spanish, French, German, Latin. He's learning Russain. (And after he becomes the Riddler he learns Chinese and Arabic)
Tech Savy: As technology advanced he studied it. He has a vast knowledge of hacking that he learned during college when he decided to mess with his Professors. It's expanding through out the years.
Equipment:
Pistol, Cane, Riddles, Paper, Death trap things...all depends on the type of riddle.
Weaknesses:
Edward’s biggest weakness is his own arrogance. His low expectations of the people around him allows them to surprise him. His right leg is also handicap forcing him to use a cane and keeping him from running.
Background:
Edward Nasthon was born outside of Gotham in a small city in New York state. He was smart. He always was. He would pick up a book and automatically understand the concepts without much more thought. He probably could have grown up to be a scientist or a doctor, but his life at home was less then satisfactory for the proper childhood development. His father was a drunk in a minimum wage job. He must have been jealous of Edward because every night would usually end in a beating. Edward would try to hide or explain to his dad that he didn't mean to upset. He didn't mean for his comment to sound rude. He never did, but his father always called him stupid and hit him harder. He called him a cheater and a liar. Edward tried so hard not to lie. His mother would comfort him. Every night she would whisper, "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again." Every night it did. He dealt with the lies and pain at home by solving puzzle books. He was quite good at puzzle. He even started making riddles. His teachers were very impressed, but of course when they shared this with his father, his dad just beat him more.
When he got into high school, he started to realize how stupid his dad was, but he never felt comfortable leaving his mother. His mother was a fool, but she was still his mother. His father no longer beat him because he physically couldn't, and Edward pushed a lot of that pain into the back of his mind. But his father still verbally abused him...every day, every night. He started running in high school. It was soothing. He enjoyed the wind on his face and the pavement against his feet. It gave him time to collect his thoughts, which for some reason over the years had become aggressively more busy. He loved running. He graduated a year early from high school, and he went to Gotham University mostly because it was the farthest place from his family. He changed his name in college. He didn't want to be associated with that family, and he never was again. He started paying for school by himself through illegal computer jobs. He didn't see anything wrong with it. If the people weren't smart enough to protect their system, he couldn't be blamed. He graduated GU then went to Yale for his masters. While he spent the entire four years at GU, it only took him one more year at Yale to get his masters with all the credits he had accumulated.
After college, he went back to Gotham because that was where most of his friendly acquaintances were. He got a job at Lehman Brothers in their Gotham City department. He was the youngest one in the firm, and it didn't take long for him to climb the later. He predicted trends in the market and brought Lehman Brothers into a large amount of profit. He was making an unbelievable amount of money. He was living in a penthouse. He ate in high class restaurants. He went to the occasional charity benefit for no other reason but to gloat. But then he predicted the housing market bubble. He told his bosses that Lehman should leave the market as fast as possible. Did they listen? No, of course not because at that time the housing market was bringing in most of their profit. He was fired.
He was furious, but tried to keep his chin high as he searched for other jobs. He applied for all the high end investment banks, but was rejected from them all. He soon learned that his previous bosses had given him poor recommendations. They stated things like 'he goes behind your back
and rarely listens to anything you have to say. He throws temper tantrums comparable to a child.' Again, he was furious. He was forced to take a job at Geek Squad and sell most of his belonging after six months of no work. It was so degrading, but he enjoyed watching Lehman Brothers fall a few weeks after he took the job. He currently has been working at Geek Squad for a few months now. The only way he can handle dealing with the idiots and their computers is through running. He was running today as he did everyday thinking about how far he had fallen when he heard the sound of breaks. He looked away from the walk sign to the direction of the noise to see the car swerving to miss him. His heart had gone on a race without him, but he was still alive. Thank god, but then he heard metal slam against metal and a cracking sound. He looked up to see the giant lamp post falling in his direction. He dived to miss it...and then their was pain. He looked down, and he saw his one leg underneath the large metal object. His eye widened. He screamed. And he spent the next three hours while maintenance workers failed to bring the right equipment to lift the beam, in that position. He was rushed to the hospital where the doctor tried to take away his leg, and then he was sent into surgery.
Base of Operations:
Currently, his dumpy apartment because he was force to sell his penthouse when he was fired from Lehman Brothers.
Sample Post:
Canon
Civilian Identity
Edward Nigma changed from Edward Nashton
Alias
The Riddler
Gender
Male
Age
25
Occupation
Currently working for Geek Squad, but used to be a top Financial Analyst for Lehman Brothers.
Appearance
Personalty
Edward is that guy who walks into the room and starts talking about one thing: himself. Actually two things: himself and how much better he is then you. He also has the talent of going into lengthy detail explaining these two aspects. He has no problem taking fifteen minutes of another's times to describe to them why their choice in drinks proves that they are compensating for something and they will be lucky if a woman ever associate anything other then creepy from their persona. For this very reason, he doesn't have that many friends. Actually, he doesn't have any friends. He never wanted any because he saw every human for their annoying flaws. He couldn't put up with being surrounded by their stupid comments or their irritating habits. He never once thought that the reason he had no friends was because he insulted every person who had a conversation with him. Okay, he did have a few acquaintances. He also was quite fond of the woman's touch every now and then. Admittedly though, he thought women lacked less intelligence then men and should be permanently placed in the home. The seventies was the decade the world went to worst. He was happy he didn't live through it.
All of this should be evidence to you now to know that Edward is very arrogant. He believes he is always right, and he usually has proof to back it up. He was the kid in class who constantly raised his hand and explained to the teacher why he was wrong. He was the person telling his boss the horrible way he was running his business. He might have been young, but he didn't think his age prevented him from being smart. Honesty. Edward had to be honest. He couldn't explain the reason behind it (being abused by dear old dad), but he had to. He couldn't lie, and he hated people who did lie. Lying was easy. Being honest was hard. In general, Edward was a judgmental arrogant blunt outspoken young man who can only be silence through jogging.
Abilities:
Genius level of deductive reasoning: If he doesn't know something he can easily figure it out using the few clues that most other miss.
Languages: English, Spanish, French, German, Latin. He's learning Russain. (And after he becomes the Riddler he learns Chinese and Arabic)
Tech Savy: As technology advanced he studied it. He has a vast knowledge of hacking that he learned during college when he decided to mess with his Professors. It's expanding through out the years.
Equipment:
Pistol, Cane, Riddles, Paper, Death trap things...all depends on the type of riddle.
Weaknesses:
Edward’s biggest weakness is his own arrogance. His low expectations of the people around him allows them to surprise him. His right leg is also handicap forcing him to use a cane and keeping him from running.
Background:
Edward Nasthon was born outside of Gotham in a small city in New York state. He was smart. He always was. He would pick up a book and automatically understand the concepts without much more thought. He probably could have grown up to be a scientist or a doctor, but his life at home was less then satisfactory for the proper childhood development. His father was a drunk in a minimum wage job. He must have been jealous of Edward because every night would usually end in a beating. Edward would try to hide or explain to his dad that he didn't mean to upset. He didn't mean for his comment to sound rude. He never did, but his father always called him stupid and hit him harder. He called him a cheater and a liar. Edward tried so hard not to lie. His mother would comfort him. Every night she would whisper, "I'm so sorry. It won't happen again." Every night it did. He dealt with the lies and pain at home by solving puzzle books. He was quite good at puzzle. He even started making riddles. His teachers were very impressed, but of course when they shared this with his father, his dad just beat him more.
When he got into high school, he started to realize how stupid his dad was, but he never felt comfortable leaving his mother. His mother was a fool, but she was still his mother. His father no longer beat him because he physically couldn't, and Edward pushed a lot of that pain into the back of his mind. But his father still verbally abused him...every day, every night. He started running in high school. It was soothing. He enjoyed the wind on his face and the pavement against his feet. It gave him time to collect his thoughts, which for some reason over the years had become aggressively more busy. He loved running. He graduated a year early from high school, and he went to Gotham University mostly because it was the farthest place from his family. He changed his name in college. He didn't want to be associated with that family, and he never was again. He started paying for school by himself through illegal computer jobs. He didn't see anything wrong with it. If the people weren't smart enough to protect their system, he couldn't be blamed. He graduated GU then went to Yale for his masters. While he spent the entire four years at GU, it only took him one more year at Yale to get his masters with all the credits he had accumulated.
After college, he went back to Gotham because that was where most of his friendly acquaintances were. He got a job at Lehman Brothers in their Gotham City department. He was the youngest one in the firm, and it didn't take long for him to climb the later. He predicted trends in the market and brought Lehman Brothers into a large amount of profit. He was making an unbelievable amount of money. He was living in a penthouse. He ate in high class restaurants. He went to the occasional charity benefit for no other reason but to gloat. But then he predicted the housing market bubble. He told his bosses that Lehman should leave the market as fast as possible. Did they listen? No, of course not because at that time the housing market was bringing in most of their profit. He was fired.
He was furious, but tried to keep his chin high as he searched for other jobs. He applied for all the high end investment banks, but was rejected from them all. He soon learned that his previous bosses had given him poor recommendations. They stated things like 'he goes behind your back
and rarely listens to anything you have to say. He throws temper tantrums comparable to a child.' Again, he was furious. He was forced to take a job at Geek Squad and sell most of his belonging after six months of no work. It was so degrading, but he enjoyed watching Lehman Brothers fall a few weeks after he took the job. He currently has been working at Geek Squad for a few months now. The only way he can handle dealing with the idiots and their computers is through running. He was running today as he did everyday thinking about how far he had fallen when he heard the sound of breaks. He looked away from the walk sign to the direction of the noise to see the car swerving to miss him. His heart had gone on a race without him, but he was still alive. Thank god, but then he heard metal slam against metal and a cracking sound. He looked up to see the giant lamp post falling in his direction. He dived to miss it...and then their was pain. He looked down, and he saw his one leg underneath the large metal object. His eye widened. He screamed. And he spent the next three hours while maintenance workers failed to bring the right equipment to lift the beam, in that position. He was rushed to the hospital where the doctor tried to take away his leg, and then he was sent into surgery.
Base of Operations:
Currently, his dumpy apartment because he was force to sell his penthouse when he was fired from Lehman Brothers.
Sample Post:
Takes place in the far future
He watched the man dressed in black glare at him through the screen. He couldn’t help the smug smirk from appearing on his face as he watched the frustration written on the Batman’s scowling lips.
“Edward, I will find you,” Batman spoke with that throaty voice of his.
The smirk on his face only grew. He leaned back causally in his comfortable black chair as a tootsie pop danced in his finger. Batman was his biggest challenge. Every riddle he presented Gotham Batman would rise up to the answer. It reminded him of the World Chess Championship of 1972. Fischer and Spassky representing two great powers in a single match. It was a battle of strategy, intelligence, and patience that only two geniuses could handle. Batman was his Fischer.
“Oh Batman, you make that sound like a threat. Riddle me this, you need two people, shoes, and a good fast pace beat, what is it?” he asked bringing the lollipop up to his mouth.
“Salsa,” he growled out taking a step forward to the camera that was located miles away from him, “But I don’t care about you’re riddle’s Edward. Where is she?”
Edward tapped his lollipop lightly on his lips as his eyes looked upwards to the ceiling in a thoughtful expression. “Salsa? I was going for the answer 'Fighting with you', but I presume salsa can work as well,” he said politely before turning back to the large screen and the small webcam above it.
“Where is she?” the Batman growled again.
Edward smiled deviously, “She’s dealing with her own brain teaser.” He thought of Batgirl who he had attached to a virtual reality game that would electrocute her if she did not solve the game in time. “I’ll give you a hint, a eleventh violins twirled ruins win age mover?” he read the riddle off as he thought of Gotham’s Hero Game Arcade. It was a simple enough riddle if you could figure out the anagram. Where do villains never win until it’s game over?
Batman’s face looked contorted in frustration over the riddle, but Edward knew he would figure it out. He always did.
“Boss,” the door opened with the sound of Robby’s voice. Did the boy not realize he was in the middle of something? His smirk automatically disappeared as the pain in his leg started up again. He turned to the screen and forced a smile. “Well I must say my farewells,” he stated then clicked off the screen with his remote causing a giant green question mark to a merge. He knew Batman would be furious, and he slightly enjoyed that thought. The pain though in his leg reminded him of the kid. He whipped his head to the entrance of the small grey-cemented room that only had a few computes in it.
“Is there a particular reason you’re interrupting me,” he snapped as his free hand went to his right leg to rub the pain.
The blond headed boy awkwardly shifted from one leg to another in fear. The kid didn’t speak. Edward controlled the irritation by putting his lollipop in his mouth then yanking out his pistol from his waistband and pointing it at the kid. “If you have time stand there mutely you have time for a riddle,” he spoke smiling.
“But..”
“What has two hands and doesn’t speak?” he asked prepared to shot this waste of life if he heard the wrong answer. He didn’t have time to waste on unintelligent thoughts. He especially couldn’t have his employees messing up or interrupting.
The boy started shaking and glancing around the small room in search of the answer. He finally looked back at him and stuttered out, “A-a clock?”
The Riddler smiled his smug expression. He answered slowly and sweetly, “Wrong, a good wife.”
