Why So Serious?

Full name: The Joker (Real name unknown)
Name they go by: The Joker
Nicknames: None as of yet

Actual Age: Unknown, but assumed to be mid-thirties
Physical Age: Late-thirties
Birthday: N/A
Height: 5'08"-ish, but he's usually hunched over
Weight: Underweight
Medical Info: Badly scarred on his face, doubtlessly others, slightly undernourished

Animal features: Bat wings, ears, teeth, sonar
Tattoo: Over his heart
Eyes: Dark brown/black
Hair: Green
Physical traits: Thin, scarred, somehow amusing and menacing at the same time
Alignment: An agent of chaos. ^_^
Sexuality: I'm gonna say he's bisexual, or will go for anyone that interests him enough.

What's Okay To Mention Around Him/Her: Everything. He may throw a knife or two at you...
Abilities: Manipulation, creating explosives, knife throw
Notes for the Psychics: Extremely intelligent, and 'crazy'.
Can I shapeshift/bodyswap/spit at/step on/etc?: Sure.
Hugging/Kissing/Other non-violent physical contact: Sure, he'll find it funny.
Maim/Murder/Death: If you can. XP
Cooking: I wouldn't be suprised

Anything else of note? Why so serious~?

[A body sits in front of the camera, it's legs sticking out in front of it. In his hands, there are five Joker cards taped in place. He has a crude leer carved into his face, his head tilted to the side. A knife is driven into his chest, holding a note in place that reads:

Why so serious??

In blood. The camera pans in on the man's face and smile, then pans out slowly and turns to face the Joker.]

Why so serious everyone? This place is fun~!

Ashura, sweetness, where are you? I was gonna bring the bunny over, but you weren't there! Your cute little friend said she didn't know where you were at, either, so I had to go back to my room!

Speaking of them, I hope I'm not bothering the testosterone fest boys~ One of you looks like he'd take up the whole room if he was left alone~

And Bulleta, you said you liked guns, right? Come see me sometime, I think I've got some you'll just love.

[There's nothing but a dark shadow in view, along with a table with dozens of knives of varying size and shape lined up on it. The Joker partly steps out of the shade, a twisted grin on his face, stretching his makeup gruesomely. The Joker spreads his wings and arms wide and cackles]

I don't where I am, BUT I LIKE IT HERE! HEHEHEGHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

[The Joker continues to laugh, seizing a long hunting knife and hurling it at the camera, breaking it, leaving static for a few moments before it cuts out]