About Whiteface
Character:Whiteface aka Justice Jester Alias:
Sex: Male Height:Short Weight:Skinny Handed:Left
Ego: 16 Strength: 8* Dexterity: 14 Vigour: 9*
Movement: Defense Class: HTK: Divider:
Dodge Modifer: Damage Modifer:
Frames Per round: Strike Modifier:
Push Back Threshold: Energy/Psi/Magic Points
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Usual Attacks: WC: Damage: Notes:
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Super powers and Adv Backgrounds:
Growth (Level 1)- STILTS!
Weapon Skill (Level 2)- Juggling Pins
Psi Powers (Level 2)- Tele-empathy specialization
Tough Skin (Level 1)-
Probability Manipulation (Level 1)- Subconscious version
Adv. Background- Previous Training* (+1 to Str, +1 to Vigour)
Equipment:
Origin:
My name was Wyatt Pace. I changed it to Whiteface after my rather unlikely Origin. I tell anyone who gives me a look that it is pronounced 'White' Fasay' and add "It's French". That gets a few chuckles from those who don't have a stiff rod up their rear.
Some names are famous in their time, and out live that but only in their niche. And sometimes history and chance weave a connection so unlikely that one would almost think someone was BORN for a role. So it was for me. Not to boast, but my family tree has always had jester bells dangling from the Branches.
My relations include Nichola, originally of France, the Gallic gagster was also known as ‘La Jardinière’ (‘The Gardener’) and served Mary, Queen of Scots. Not necessarily the proudest connection to some historians minds, but bear with me, I'm establishing my bone-fides here. By seeming coincidence, I'm also akin to John Pace, "The Bitter Fool" whose bark had bite in the service of many including Queen Elizabeth I. Nor are my blood ties confined to Western Europe. Ask a Pole who Stańczyk was.
Of course, Jesters fell out of fashion in the 17th century, and when times are hard, you turn not to the nobles for a job, but to the common folk. Somewhere my family line shifted to Clowning around. Clowning is a more delicate profession than most realize, it has levels of hierarchy among the clowns. At the top of the heap: The Whiteface clown. The whiteface is the oldest of the clown archetypes. In modern times, when whitefaces perform with other clowns, they usually function as the leader of the group. Whiteface clowns use "clown white" makeup to cover their entire face and neck, with none of the underlying flesh colour showing. Features are then usually painted on in either red or black.The whiteface clown is traditionally costumed more extravagantly than the other two clown types. They often wear the ruffled collar and pointed hat which typify the average person's idea of a "clown suit".
In short, even in clowning, R.H.I.P.
While my family had and has quite a few serious bores in it, we still learned of our unique history and some of us embraced it. I grew up hearing tales and stories and wanted nothing more in my life than to be a clown. I didn't so much as run away to the circus as ambush it when it passed by! My sister was appalled. But, after I proved my talent, grew to love it! There was a kind of a justice in mockery. On the stage of three rings i could mock the corrupt and parody the upper class! I even began to get deliberate about it. One fellow with ties to the House of Lords also had some unhealthy connections to criminals. Everyone knew it, no one could prove it, and few wanted the trouble. I thrived on it. I imitated Lord Ramsbottom's fashion sense with clown flair. I acted out his crimes in parody with my fellow clowns. In short, I got under his skin.
That's why he arranged to have me killed. Dumped in a vat of chemicals. Should have killed me. Instead, it burned the hair off me, bleached the pigment out of my skin and left me very sick. I wasn't expected to live and recovery of my strength and vitality took a lot of medical care and exercise. I lost a lot, but I also gained abilities I still don't understand. I used those gifts (And some juggling clubs and a pair of stilts) to break down Ramsbottom's allies and stop their crimes, to cut him off of revenue. In short, I became a superhero!
Or a Joker ripoff from Batman comics if you ask some Yanks, but they act like you can claim copyright on man's life somedays.
My superhero name is Whiteface, but there are others who call me Justice Jester! Well, why the not! Call me what you like, just don't call me before 8 in the morn: I sleep late.
