Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Mar 26, 2012 22:36:19 GMT -5
Real Name: Jeremiah Arkham
Alias: N/A
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Occupation: Director, Owner, Psychiatrist at the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
Current Status: Has set up a private practice while trying to repair and rebuild the asylum to allow for an influx of patients again.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Abilities/Skills:
Weaknesses:
Jeremiah is a red-blooded male, with quite the temper. His anger when ignited can cause him to be violent and act rashly. He is also arrogant, and sarcastic. His arrogance can blind him and his sarcasm has landed him in hot water with friends, family, and colleagues. He is also mortal and is weak against any physical ailment, wound, and can be killed.
Appearance:
He stands at an average height with an average complexion and has dark hair hair which is graying. His clothing, consisting of suits or some equivalent more often than not are, hides the fact he is in fact very physically fit. He wears contacts, but can on occasion be seen with classes. He is a sharp dresser and keeps himself fairly well groomed, though he's often not seen with a hint of a haggard expression, which is made obvious by the circles that can be visible under his eyes.
Personality: Jeremiah Arkham is a very stalwart and stubborn man. His determination gives him the strength to brave the Asylum and all the insane patients that inhabit its walls. He may be disillusioned, but he believes that all his patients can be rehabilitated and placed back into society at some point and all he has to do is find out the cause. He also refuses to take no for an answer. He will not accept failure and lashes out in some form whenever he does not get his way. He is of the opinion that he knows what’s best for his patients, and only him. He can be very cold and rather snobby, but on the other hand is capable of kindness. It just depends on what gains him his objective quicker.
Don’t be fooled, Jeremiah is a master manipulator. His family influence and his experience dealing with the police and Batman during his years as Owner and Director of Arkham have sculpted him into being able to control many situations and he knows it. He is very charismatic as well as sarcastic. He is also extremely arrogant and controlling. It is his asylum and thinks his way is the best to control it and he will not easily handover the reigns to anyone, and when ordered is more likely to stall before giving into the demand, but he is intelligent and will act to what will allow him the less suspicion. Another thing to know about Jeremiah is that he is not as sane as he appears. Long hours of work, his exposure to the insanity that surrounds him 24/7, and even perhaps genetics have all worked to the detriment of his mind. He is greedy and power hungry beneath all his talk to help and is determined to be taken seriously by his colleagues. He works with a hardline and unorthodox approach and is more interested in a person’s actions than their state of mind. He finds the status of a person’s mental state absolutely immaterial when compared to their actions. To think about murdering someone, for example, is not nearly so interesting as the actual act of carrying out that murder. He uses aversion therapy to correct this, and the therapy can be painful, extremely so, but never fatal, which has earned him the moniker of an allegedly sadistic master.
Yet, he doesn’t murder, or he tries not too. Jeremiah would rather use rubber bullets as opposed to actual bullets (or does he?), would rather physically disable his patients by overpowering them than killing them, though because of legal issues, he has had to label his patients “High Risk” and place a “Shoot to Kill” Order on them. He is showing the signs of severe personality disorder in his spare time and some even say, he may be developing Dissociative Identity Disorder, but Jeremiah claims he is fine and that these are only rumors and so far that is exactly what they are.
Background: Born in Gotham to Charles and Victoria Arkham, Arkham hailed from a family of Psychiatrists and his mother was once a nurse at Arkham Asylum before she met Charles. It was understood quite early that Jeremiah was to follow in his father's and uncle's footsteps and as Amadeus's family had been murdered sometime prior, it was Charles who was next in line to inherit the Asylum if Amadeus did not remarry and start another family. The young Jeremiah grew very close to his uncle and though, he understood nothing about Psychology nor at the time had any interest being a psychologist, he often toured his uncle's asylum and Amadeus taught him everything he knew and Jeremiah saw many things, things in his uncle that others didn't, but he said nothing. It was a shock to everyone when the first death at Arkham Asylum occurred. Mad Dog, the very same patient that had been responsible for the death of Amadeus's family was killed in a horrible, electroshock accident. Jeremiah knew it wasn't an accident, and thus he learned the fruits of revenge.
Jeremiah learned everything from his Uncle Amadeus, his father was often absorbed in work and hardly had time for the boy. Jeremiah tried to understand at an early age, that his father was just old fashioned and it wasn't like he was completely neglectful, but he was usually gone when Jeremiah awoke and came home late and tired. Jeremiah was cared for by his mother, who was a Stay-at-home-mom, and of course, spoiled by Amadeus, which is why though young Jerry knew something was wrong with his uncle, he never said anything, but Jeremiah was in for a blow.
When Jeremiah was twelve Amadeus's mental state completely collapsed. Even though, he had taken care of his family's murderer, he slowly descended into madness. He was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and would spend the rest of his life as a patient in his own asylum, which quickly fell into disrepair and horrid conditions after he became mentally ill. Charles no longer wanted the Asylum, called it too much work and quit. Jeremiah resented his father from that moment on, feeling that he had turned on his brother. Jeremiah would remain in contact with Amadeus often visiting him in his spare time as he got older until his death when Jeremiah was twenty-six. He so much despised Charles’s actions that Jeremiah was bent on breaking the family tradition. It was all out of spite that he kept saying with the result of lectures from his father, that he didn't want to be a psychiatrist. Yet it seemed fate had a different idea. At sixteen, making great grades in school, Jeremiah went with some friends to a corner store near the high school, and walked in on a robbery. A man was holding the owner at gunpoint. Jeremiah recognized him as a patient from his uncle's old Asylum and came to the realization that the man must have escaped. He spoke to the man, sympathizing with him, seeming to understand the life and hardships of the man. The man was talked down. He turned the gun from the store owner and the customers and with the barrel now aimed at his temple, the man committed suicide. Instead of being horrified, Jeremiah was fascinated. He never told his parents about the incident and fled the scene before the police and news could arrive.
He knew from then on that he wanted to succeed his Uncle as the head of Arkham Asylum and out of high school he entered Gotham University and gained his Bachelor’s, Master's, went to medical school, and then got his Ph.D. He withdrew from his family during this time (except his mother) and his fascination with psychology grew. It was here that he started showing signs of perhaps having a personality disorder, but it was chalked up to him pushing himself and no one really paid him mind—he was the son of one of the wealthy families. After he achieved all his credentials and serving at Arkham all the while, it didn't take him long to pull the strings that granted him ownership of the asylum himself.
Arkham tore down his uncle’s asylum almost immediately. It had fallen into such disrepair that he had no choice or else it would be taken by the state. He rebuilt it from the foundation up with state of the art systems and cells to keep Arkham’s criminals which included the likes of the Joker, The Scarecrow, and Cornelius Stirk contained. Though of course, that was harder than Jeremiah originally thought and the inmates often found and still find ways to escape, including the use of an underground set of caverns that was left after the new construction. Also Jeremiah has slowly been falling into mental stagnation and exhaustion. He has become a sadistic warden, using his patients for his own gain, and some even speculate that he is allowing them to escape, but he would argue against that fact. That verdict will have to wait until Jeremiah’s actions are seen.
Current Associates: Batman, GPD, Joan Leland.
Current Enemies: Batman, GPD, Many of the Rogues.
Other Relationships: Other than the voices in his head (which may or may not exist)...nope.
RP Sample: ((From: Marvel/DC: Ascension))
Jeremiah scratched off the current date on his desktop calender. He only placed a single, black line through the date with the ballpoint pen. Below the date were bullet points, tasks and appointments he had previously placed as goals or business for the day. These he simply placed a check beside as he completed them or he moved them to the next day. It was a simple system and it kept him organized, many could criticize it, but it keep him on track and for Jeremiah Arkham, that was all that mattered to him. All of the tasks save one already sported checks and it was after three o'clock. He was ahead of schedule and if the phone call he had marked down didn't come late, he would be able to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening perhaps getting ahead on his work. Yet first his eyes scanned the calender to a small scribble he'd made in the top corner.
It dictated that Crane, the infamous Scarecrow had been in a coma for a little over three months now. If his experience with Scarebeast, and he had little, was to be true soon Crane would be waking up and he had been prepared for the moment the weekend two weeks ago, yet nothing yet. Jeremiah had patience, though.
He could and definitely would wait.
His telephone rang, he let it ring twice before he picked up.
“Jeremiah Arkham, Arkham Asylum,” the greeting was automatic, without even an ounce of emotion from the countless times he'd said over the decades. He tapped his finger on the desk in a rhythm he used when he was irritated or bored, which usually went in hand-in-hand. “Oh, yes, Dr. Lehman...I understand your concern...No, I think you'd find the emotion to be genuine, I am not for obstructing justice when appropriate.”
The last item on his list, a call from Dr. Lehman. Oh, he'd not had any verbal promise of such a conversation, but despite being a psychologist, the man was absolutely predictable. Jeremiah had recently testified to the insanity of a man the other doctor had deemed fit for trial, but who Jeremiah now had in his asylum for a psychiatric evaluation that would be happening the very next day. Of course, this infuriated Dr. Lehman and like always, he called the owner of the asylum, his personal enemy to complain and chew him out. It was so, so...petty...and Jeremiah could come up with better ways to be vindictive other than a simple phone to complain.
“Listen, I respect your professional opinion,” that was a lie, but it was one he'd told so easily. “I just professionally disagree and I'm not 'collecting him in my asylum' as you so accuse. What I am doing is offering the man a fair chance, I'm just giving him a test the results...” He pursed his lips, the fury just noticeable on the surface of those brown eyes. He raised his voice. “The results of which will be sent to you to peruse. It will be recorded, the answers transcribed as well and you will have all access to it. I want justice like you, but you forget one important thing so easily: it's innocent until proven guilty and someone who cannot help their mental state is to be given a chance.” He took a breath and he rolled his eyes at the voice that continued to rant on the phone.
“Good day, Dr. Lehman.” He spoke clippedly before the man was finished and returned the phone to its cradle, hanging up. He then picked it back up and pressed a button.
“Julia, how are you today?” His voice was much warmer as he spoke to his secretary. “Well remember to keep off your feet as much as possible and keep in mind that your maternity leave can be taken anytime now, alright? Alright. I was just calling to ask if you've gotten any report on Crane. If there was any change in his condition. No, no...don't bother, I was going to come down in about half an hour. I can take a look for myself. Thank you.” He hung up the phone again, cutting the connection to his personal secretary. He stood up and pushed in his office chair. He then grabbed his two-way radio, attaching it to his hip before grabbing his keys to lock the office while he was out. He had to check in on a new arrival to the asylum and speak with the guards as well as the person. He could go and check on Crane after that.
Alias: N/A
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Occupation: Director, Owner, Psychiatrist at the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
Current Status: Has set up a private practice while trying to repair and rebuild the asylum to allow for an influx of patients again.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Costumed Identity Known By Their Enemies? N/A
Costumed Identity Known By The General Public? N/A
Real Identity Known By Their Enemies? Yes
Real Identity Known By The General Public? Yes
Abilities/Skills:
- Psychology—He is a premier psychiatrist at Arkham, he is very versed in psychology for his job, but will use it to manipulate as well.
- Hand to Hand Combat—Don’t let his age fool you. Jeremiah keeps in shape and he may not look it, but he can fight with more ferocity than you think and is versed in hand-to-hand combat.
- Marksman—With a shotgun, Jeremiah can hit just about anything. If he knows how to aim and shoot the weapon, you’re in trouble, especially if you’re an escaping inmate.
- Wit—He’s got a smart mouth and a quick temper. He is known to make jabs.
- Intelligence—He researches his patients, he reads, he is very aware of what he needs to do, and will do it. He can answer almost any question thrown at him, and if he can’t, he probably knows where to find the answer.
Weaknesses:
Jeremiah is a red-blooded male, with quite the temper. His anger when ignited can cause him to be violent and act rashly. He is also arrogant, and sarcastic. His arrogance can blind him and his sarcasm has landed him in hot water with friends, family, and colleagues. He is also mortal and is weak against any physical ailment, wound, and can be killed.
Appearance:
He stands at an average height with an average complexion and has dark hair hair which is graying. His clothing, consisting of suits or some equivalent more often than not are, hides the fact he is in fact very physically fit. He wears contacts, but can on occasion be seen with classes. He is a sharp dresser and keeps himself fairly well groomed, though he's often not seen with a hint of a haggard expression, which is made obvious by the circles that can be visible under his eyes.
Personality: Jeremiah Arkham is a very stalwart and stubborn man. His determination gives him the strength to brave the Asylum and all the insane patients that inhabit its walls. He may be disillusioned, but he believes that all his patients can be rehabilitated and placed back into society at some point and all he has to do is find out the cause. He also refuses to take no for an answer. He will not accept failure and lashes out in some form whenever he does not get his way. He is of the opinion that he knows what’s best for his patients, and only him. He can be very cold and rather snobby, but on the other hand is capable of kindness. It just depends on what gains him his objective quicker.
Don’t be fooled, Jeremiah is a master manipulator. His family influence and his experience dealing with the police and Batman during his years as Owner and Director of Arkham have sculpted him into being able to control many situations and he knows it. He is very charismatic as well as sarcastic. He is also extremely arrogant and controlling. It is his asylum and thinks his way is the best to control it and he will not easily handover the reigns to anyone, and when ordered is more likely to stall before giving into the demand, but he is intelligent and will act to what will allow him the less suspicion. Another thing to know about Jeremiah is that he is not as sane as he appears. Long hours of work, his exposure to the insanity that surrounds him 24/7, and even perhaps genetics have all worked to the detriment of his mind. He is greedy and power hungry beneath all his talk to help and is determined to be taken seriously by his colleagues. He works with a hardline and unorthodox approach and is more interested in a person’s actions than their state of mind. He finds the status of a person’s mental state absolutely immaterial when compared to their actions. To think about murdering someone, for example, is not nearly so interesting as the actual act of carrying out that murder. He uses aversion therapy to correct this, and the therapy can be painful, extremely so, but never fatal, which has earned him the moniker of an allegedly sadistic master.
Yet, he doesn’t murder, or he tries not too. Jeremiah would rather use rubber bullets as opposed to actual bullets (or does he?), would rather physically disable his patients by overpowering them than killing them, though because of legal issues, he has had to label his patients “High Risk” and place a “Shoot to Kill” Order on them. He is showing the signs of severe personality disorder in his spare time and some even say, he may be developing Dissociative Identity Disorder, but Jeremiah claims he is fine and that these are only rumors and so far that is exactly what they are.
Background: Born in Gotham to Charles and Victoria Arkham, Arkham hailed from a family of Psychiatrists and his mother was once a nurse at Arkham Asylum before she met Charles. It was understood quite early that Jeremiah was to follow in his father's and uncle's footsteps and as Amadeus's family had been murdered sometime prior, it was Charles who was next in line to inherit the Asylum if Amadeus did not remarry and start another family. The young Jeremiah grew very close to his uncle and though, he understood nothing about Psychology nor at the time had any interest being a psychologist, he often toured his uncle's asylum and Amadeus taught him everything he knew and Jeremiah saw many things, things in his uncle that others didn't, but he said nothing. It was a shock to everyone when the first death at Arkham Asylum occurred. Mad Dog, the very same patient that had been responsible for the death of Amadeus's family was killed in a horrible, electroshock accident. Jeremiah knew it wasn't an accident, and thus he learned the fruits of revenge.
Jeremiah learned everything from his Uncle Amadeus, his father was often absorbed in work and hardly had time for the boy. Jeremiah tried to understand at an early age, that his father was just old fashioned and it wasn't like he was completely neglectful, but he was usually gone when Jeremiah awoke and came home late and tired. Jeremiah was cared for by his mother, who was a Stay-at-home-mom, and of course, spoiled by Amadeus, which is why though young Jerry knew something was wrong with his uncle, he never said anything, but Jeremiah was in for a blow.
When Jeremiah was twelve Amadeus's mental state completely collapsed. Even though, he had taken care of his family's murderer, he slowly descended into madness. He was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and would spend the rest of his life as a patient in his own asylum, which quickly fell into disrepair and horrid conditions after he became mentally ill. Charles no longer wanted the Asylum, called it too much work and quit. Jeremiah resented his father from that moment on, feeling that he had turned on his brother. Jeremiah would remain in contact with Amadeus often visiting him in his spare time as he got older until his death when Jeremiah was twenty-six. He so much despised Charles’s actions that Jeremiah was bent on breaking the family tradition. It was all out of spite that he kept saying with the result of lectures from his father, that he didn't want to be a psychiatrist. Yet it seemed fate had a different idea. At sixteen, making great grades in school, Jeremiah went with some friends to a corner store near the high school, and walked in on a robbery. A man was holding the owner at gunpoint. Jeremiah recognized him as a patient from his uncle's old Asylum and came to the realization that the man must have escaped. He spoke to the man, sympathizing with him, seeming to understand the life and hardships of the man. The man was talked down. He turned the gun from the store owner and the customers and with the barrel now aimed at his temple, the man committed suicide. Instead of being horrified, Jeremiah was fascinated. He never told his parents about the incident and fled the scene before the police and news could arrive.
He knew from then on that he wanted to succeed his Uncle as the head of Arkham Asylum and out of high school he entered Gotham University and gained his Bachelor’s, Master's, went to medical school, and then got his Ph.D. He withdrew from his family during this time (except his mother) and his fascination with psychology grew. It was here that he started showing signs of perhaps having a personality disorder, but it was chalked up to him pushing himself and no one really paid him mind—he was the son of one of the wealthy families. After he achieved all his credentials and serving at Arkham all the while, it didn't take him long to pull the strings that granted him ownership of the asylum himself.
Arkham tore down his uncle’s asylum almost immediately. It had fallen into such disrepair that he had no choice or else it would be taken by the state. He rebuilt it from the foundation up with state of the art systems and cells to keep Arkham’s criminals which included the likes of the Joker, The Scarecrow, and Cornelius Stirk contained. Though of course, that was harder than Jeremiah originally thought and the inmates often found and still find ways to escape, including the use of an underground set of caverns that was left after the new construction. Also Jeremiah has slowly been falling into mental stagnation and exhaustion. He has become a sadistic warden, using his patients for his own gain, and some even speculate that he is allowing them to escape, but he would argue against that fact. That verdict will have to wait until Jeremiah’s actions are seen.
Current Associates: Batman, GPD, Joan Leland.
Current Enemies: Batman, GPD, Many of the Rogues.
Other Relationships: Other than the voices in his head (which may or may not exist)...nope.
RP Sample: ((From: Marvel/DC: Ascension))
Jeremiah scratched off the current date on his desktop calender. He only placed a single, black line through the date with the ballpoint pen. Below the date were bullet points, tasks and appointments he had previously placed as goals or business for the day. These he simply placed a check beside as he completed them or he moved them to the next day. It was a simple system and it kept him organized, many could criticize it, but it keep him on track and for Jeremiah Arkham, that was all that mattered to him. All of the tasks save one already sported checks and it was after three o'clock. He was ahead of schedule and if the phone call he had marked down didn't come late, he would be able to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening perhaps getting ahead on his work. Yet first his eyes scanned the calender to a small scribble he'd made in the top corner.
It dictated that Crane, the infamous Scarecrow had been in a coma for a little over three months now. If his experience with Scarebeast, and he had little, was to be true soon Crane would be waking up and he had been prepared for the moment the weekend two weeks ago, yet nothing yet. Jeremiah had patience, though.
He could and definitely would wait.
His telephone rang, he let it ring twice before he picked up.
“Jeremiah Arkham, Arkham Asylum,” the greeting was automatic, without even an ounce of emotion from the countless times he'd said over the decades. He tapped his finger on the desk in a rhythm he used when he was irritated or bored, which usually went in hand-in-hand. “Oh, yes, Dr. Lehman...I understand your concern...No, I think you'd find the emotion to be genuine, I am not for obstructing justice when appropriate.”
The last item on his list, a call from Dr. Lehman. Oh, he'd not had any verbal promise of such a conversation, but despite being a psychologist, the man was absolutely predictable. Jeremiah had recently testified to the insanity of a man the other doctor had deemed fit for trial, but who Jeremiah now had in his asylum for a psychiatric evaluation that would be happening the very next day. Of course, this infuriated Dr. Lehman and like always, he called the owner of the asylum, his personal enemy to complain and chew him out. It was so, so...petty...and Jeremiah could come up with better ways to be vindictive other than a simple phone to complain.
“Listen, I respect your professional opinion,” that was a lie, but it was one he'd told so easily. “I just professionally disagree and I'm not 'collecting him in my asylum' as you so accuse. What I am doing is offering the man a fair chance, I'm just giving him a test the results...” He pursed his lips, the fury just noticeable on the surface of those brown eyes. He raised his voice. “The results of which will be sent to you to peruse. It will be recorded, the answers transcribed as well and you will have all access to it. I want justice like you, but you forget one important thing so easily: it's innocent until proven guilty and someone who cannot help their mental state is to be given a chance.” He took a breath and he rolled his eyes at the voice that continued to rant on the phone.
“Good day, Dr. Lehman.” He spoke clippedly before the man was finished and returned the phone to its cradle, hanging up. He then picked it back up and pressed a button.
“Julia, how are you today?” His voice was much warmer as he spoke to his secretary. “Well remember to keep off your feet as much as possible and keep in mind that your maternity leave can be taken anytime now, alright? Alright. I was just calling to ask if you've gotten any report on Crane. If there was any change in his condition. No, no...don't bother, I was going to come down in about half an hour. I can take a look for myself. Thank you.” He hung up the phone again, cutting the connection to his personal secretary. He stood up and pushed in his office chair. He then grabbed his two-way radio, attaching it to his hip before grabbing his keys to lock the office while he was out. He had to check in on a new arrival to the asylum and speak with the guards as well as the person. He could go and check on Crane after that.
