Jeff "Joker" Moreau

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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Jeff "Joker" Moreau
Canon: Mass Effect
Original or Alternate Universe: Original
Canon Point: End of Suicide Mission/Game
Number: RANDOMIZE ME

Setting: http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Mass_Effect_Wiki

History: Raised among the Colonists by his hard-working single mother and in constant nearness to ships, Jeff "Joker" Moreau was a spacer born and bred. He was also a cripple, having been born with Vrolik's disease. Legs so brittle they were broken by the force of birth, he was doomed to a lifetime of being kept somewhat safe from -- well, everything -- because everything from the waist down was fairly brittle; the collagen that strengthens his bones did not form in the right quantity in those limbs.

Serious as a young man -- he decided to enter the alliance Navy, refusing to accept the idea hat his disease would limit him. He was so dedicated that "Joker" was actually a sarcastic nickname due to the fact he pushed himself to his limits and rarely made time for fun and games -- he didn't smile, didn't laugh, didn't enjoy himself. But when graduation came and he exited the flight academy with honors and accolades as the best they'd seen in years, he was smiling then!

He was assigned to the Normandy under Commander Shepard; the first ship of it's kind, assigned to the first human Spectre, agent of the Council and galactic government - this define the next three years of his life as he was swept into political intrigue, outright war with an alien force, and of course, inter-crew drama.

The first mission - against Saren Arterius, a Spectre gone rogue and formulating a war with the Reapers and the Geth (two races of artificial life forms) - put everything Joker could do to the test. While he was not able to go on mission, he still served as the eyes, ears, and motion of the Normandy. While he was able to do things that no other pilot could do -- including dropping the Mako at a critical juncture on a terribly low point that no other pilot would have dared risk -- he was also friend to many and seemed to know a great deal about any of the crew's business at any given time, and was always abreast of mission details.

However, the missions took their tool. As the battle against Saren went on, things went poorly on the planet Virmire - and when a crewmate didn't come back, even Joker took time to grieve. However, the incident only made him more determined to come back alive, and get Saren, as it id for the rest of the crew. As part of Shepard's team, he made sure the Fifth Fleet was rallied for the battle against Sovereign's forces above the Citadel, and and of course made sure the Normandy didn't take a scratch in it.

When the council ignored the warnings about the Reapers, life seemed to go on -- until the Collector ship came into the picture. He'll never forget that Shepard came and hauled him out-- bodily-- of his bridge seat, and made sure he got to the emergency pods. That he made it to safety because of Shepard. Shepard died, lost to the void.

The incident was swept under the rug and Shepard died a hero. Joker stayed with the Alliance till the end of his hitch, but then left-- and was quickly swept up by Cerberus; a private, pro-human group that were attempting to spearhead human agenda issues in the galaxy, as well as attempting to resurrect Shepard as well. They succeeded-- and quickly reunited Joker and his commander; they resumed their friendship, and no one else could possibly fly the SR2-Normandy as well.

This time they were fighting an unknown foe -- the Collectors gobbling up human colonies, and Cereberus wanted to make them a priority since the Council didn't care about the rogue human colonies in the Terminus system, out on the fringes of space. The mystery was swiftly unraveled -- Collectors, the remands of the alien Protheans that had once ruled the galaxy in a massive empire ages before, were now the Collectors, re-purposed to the Reaper's needs. They had tried to destroy Shepard and now, wanted to add Shepard to the DNA slurry that would become the first 'human' reaper.

Again, the Council was no help. Again, they fought hard with little credit-- lives were saved, certainly, and again. They collected teammates-- some new and some old-- and went off to save the universe (again) with no official support (again). Missions were undertaken and Joker remained comfortable in his helmsman seat -- though he did gain a combative relationship with EDI, the AI installed on the new Normandy. This continued until while the main team was ot the ship for a large mission, the Collectors found and attempted to harvest the entirety of the ship.

At that point, Joker-- despite being disabled and not a combat op -- with EDI's guidance regained control of the ship -- despite that they were swarmed with invaders. They were all that was waiting when Shepard returned to the ship. After that-- they went to get the crew back, kick some ass, and takes some names, this time, without Shepard dying.

Saving the crew from being turned into DNA sludge, and destroying the human reaper AND a lot of bases in Reaper Space was no small feat, but little credit was given to the Normandy's crew. Now, they're sitting back and waiting for the Reaper legions to make it to their end of space... because nobody else is listening. One ship against an Armada? Who can say what'll happen when the shit hits the fans... but Joker will be there to see it.



Personality: Now that the hard part is over -- earning his wings -- Joker has gone from the 'quiet cripple kid' to a good natured, if snarky, confident adult who knows he's a badass in at least one arena and compensates for the rest of his failings with it.

No stranger to hard work -- and not a slacker by any means -- he is comfortable with handling a ship like the Normandy--or frankly, any ship he can get his hands on. He takes an extrordinary amount of pride in what he does -- because he's worked his crippled ass off to get there, thanks bunches. He's also not afraid to let anyone know that he is, in fact, the best goddamn helmsman and pilot in the galaxy, thank you very much.

Disciplined in service, even if he runs at the mouth, Joker is not afraid to question authority and not is he afraid to obey the capable. He gives Shepard both lip and respect, and would following his Commander through the fires of hell and believe completely that he would see the otherside. While he's been military for the last few years, he could adjust to civilian life eventually-- and is enjoying the perks of the private sector work with Cerberus.

Pro-Human but not anti-alien, Joker's major twitch zone -- other then his disability which he very openly and obviously overcompensates for -- is AI. With one of the crew being an AI, EDI, and another being a walking Geth platform, Joker takes time -- and cooperation with -- EDI to overcome his prejudice. He spends much of his time on the second Normandy tormenting the AI and generally being an ass to "her", refusing to acknowledge her sex (she designates as female, or at least, is female in voice) up until they save the ship together from the Collectors. So now he's less of a jerk about that-- but only somewhat. EDI proved her by saving their bacon and treating Joker with respect during a crisis. Legion, his Geth crewmate, seems loyal -- but Joker still reserves his decision on that.


Abilities, Weaknesses and Power Limitations: Joker is a regular human with a degenerative bone disease-- Vrolik's disease--which leaves Joker semi-lame (he walks, but not well, running is out, hobbling quickly takes effort). As another symptom of Vrolik's, his sclera - the white of his eyes -- are also a gray-blue.


Inventory: Leg braces, crutches, cane, ballcap, Normandy uniform, assault rifle.

Appearance: Seth Green. Well, okay -- Seth Green in a flight suit. He's a ginger with a bit of a scruffy beard, usually in a ball cap. He's a little sickly compared to the rest of the Space Marines he works with, but nobody really notices. His legs are slightly bowed due to his bone issues.

Age: 29

AU Clarification: N/A.

SAMPLES
Log Sample:

Getting from one end of the ship to the other was an exercise in personal agony. Sure, the lifts were great for some things-- but jerky stops and the funny noises put his teeth on edge. Joker just wanted to get to the shuttles-- if just to see what the systems in this damn freak ship had, so he could learn to fly the damn things. It was a process of hobble, stop, grab a lift, hobble some more, continue to hobble until he finally reached the damn door and finally gained access to the bay itself.

It was like being home on the colonies. They were smaller ships, but they were still ships – like his mother had worked on as a contractor back in the day. It didn't make him home sick – but it did make him long to be out in the black, feeling the inertia pull at him as he flipped a ship against the pressure of the envelope that propelled it through space.

He picked up in speed—hobbling over to peer inside the portholes, what passed for windows-- yes, some of that was recognizable.
“Come to daddy,” he whispered-- he had to find the keys, get inside. He couldn't wait to get his hands on these, learn what made them run. Soon, he was sure of it, he'd have a pathway the helm, and his ticket to a lot less hanging around feeling like dead weight.

Comms Sample:

[There's a moment before the camera focuses on Joker – he's looking less than thrilled about the whole set up here, but he's going to address the crew without due haste. He has shit to do, and it involves getting someone's attention.]

Right. Let's cut to the chase. Because we all want to get home, right? I do, you do.

I'm Jeff Moreau – Alliance Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau. And no lie, you need me at the helm of this heap. If it's a ship, I can fly it. I can make it sing. Shit, I can make it roll over and beg to do it again if I feel like it. I am the best thing that's come out of the Alliance Navy in a flight suit.

So – who can put me at the helm and let me get this baby moving properly of the direction of home?