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-------- P H Y S I C A L --------

FACE CLAIM: Joseph Gordon Levitt

GENDER: Male

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Brown

HEIGHT: 6'0"

WEIGHT: 140lbs

BUILD: slender / average / bony / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / baby fat / pudgy / obese / other

AGE: 34 years old

-------- P E R S O N A --------

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / grey / evil

PERSONALITY:

-------NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: Arrogant . Mischievous . Manipulative . Narcissistic . Short-Tempered .

-------POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: Intelligent . Honest . Patient . Organized . Self-confident .

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Manipulator . Observant .

MENTAL HEALTH STATE: Sociopath . Narcissist . Egocentric . OCD .

PHYSICAL HEALTH STATE: Underweight

SINS: lust / greed / gluttony / sloth / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

-------- O C C U P A T I O N (S) --------

COMPUTER PROGRAMMER

-------Formerly

PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

-------Formerly

PROFESSIONAL CRIMINAL 

-------Currently

-------- A F F I L I A T I O N (S) --------

SECRET SIX

-------Formerly

LEGION OF DOOM

-------Currently

INJUSTICE LEAGUE 

-------Currently

SECRET SOCIETY OF SUPER VILLAINS

-------Currently

JUSTICE LEAGUE OF ARKHAM

-------Currently

-------- A D D I T I O N A L --------

SPECIALISM:

-------Engineering

-------Master of Deduction

--------Escapologist

-------Swordsmanship

OTHER SKILLS / KNOWLEDGE: Genius-level intellect . Expert analytical abilities . Eidetic memory .

WEAPON OF CHOICE: Automatic Handgun . His mind .

THREAT LEVEL: Moderate

-------- B A C K D R O P --------       

What was referred to as the Lament Configuration, ended up in Edward Nigma's possession by the Collector; Otherwise known as the Penguin, a criminal and investor in acquiring odds and ends. The Lament Configuration was an ornate box, with a sleek design and polished appearance. It was no wonder the object caught Cobblepot's eye, as well as the promise it held within its core: access to the further regions of experience.

The intricate puzzle was far too tedious for the balding man, and his impatience left him uttering profanities within miut4se of getting his hands on the box. In annoyance and a need to know the secrets hiding inside, Oswald made a call to the one man he knew that could solve this--The Riddler. A fellow criminal whose knack for riddles and conundrums laid the foundation to his criminal career then began diverting from those theatrics, he was now recognized for his genius intellect and analytical expertise.

Nigma jumped at the opportunity, not only to showcase his genius but as a test to his own mental prowess. He half listened to the information Penguin supplied, as he was enamored by the complexities and details upon each side of the box, his fingers tracing over them in a delicate, careful manner. A peculiar name, he noted. Don't know what that could mean, not do I care, he thought in regards to the box's contents. That was the extent of it, before deciding to complete the favor for the man.

Returning to his home, Edward cleared his schedule in order to free himself of any obligations for the evening so to focus on the puzzle clutched in his hand. Falling back into the sofa, Nigma propped his feet on one of the arms of the couch while his head rested against a pillow propped against the other. Intelligent blue eyes following each ling, dexterous fingers sliding along the grooves and corners, all while his mind raced with wonder and determination. The man was fueled by an impulse related to self-worth. A smug confidence in himself that he could, and will, solve the box. However, as the clock ticked softly in the background, there was a small bead of curiosity that was slowly enlarging in the back of his mind--slowly drifting forward to rest upon the forefront of his brain, leaking into every thought. A further region of experience, hmm.

Grazing each of the circular centers upon each of the six sides, Edward kept his bottom lip tucked between his top and bottom rows of teeth. The gold, shiny pattern glistening as it gently tumbled through his hands before his thumb stopped upon one of the golden shapes. The side of the puzzle it was on, possessed various symbols of an unfamiliar language or religion--he wasn't certain of its origin. With a bit of pressure, the button clicked faintly and the top of the box moved. Parts of it lifting up and sliding forward, then sinking back into the box.

Edward sat up in response to this, watching the moving pieces as a faint ringing met his ears. With a soft grunt of irritation, his eyes shifted to the clock, his phone face down on the coffee table, to his door. A gentle creaking of the floorboards and walls raised his suspicion, but not by much. Old Gotham, he assumed. The pale blue light that filtered through his window grabbed him. Turning, his eyes scanned the skyline through the slits of his blinds. No fancy new or familiar tech from the Bat was in sight, so he shrugged the observation off. As for the bells, he wasn't sure what as causing the noise, but the chime quickly faded into the background as his attention resumed on the engima in his palms.

Running the flat of his hand over where the pieces rose and fell, a fascinated smirk spread across his face accompanied by a wild glint in his eyes. The box was rotated, put under an analytical eye once again as he carefully thought about his next move.

The dials on the top and bottom of the box seemed to call to him. Shifting from his previous position, he planted his feet on the floor while his elbows rested atop his legs. Leaning forward in concentration, Nigma's thumb gingerly slid across its diameter before moving along its surface in a counterclockwise fashion. A scoff pushed past his lips at the sound of another click. His fingers moving as the seams separated, lifted upwards into a shape resembling that of a star. He studied it in this state--an anxious feeling taking root in his gut; and an unease snaking its way into his chest.

The blue lights from earlier drifted through the room once more. The ringing rising in volume ever so slightly. A chill crept up his spine, but he assumed it was his ego feeding off of this moment. The look on Oswald's face when e hears how quickly it took him to solve this, ha. Edward did his best to ignore his surroundings. He went to turn the lifted piece in the same direction as the dial, but it wouldn't budge. Changing direction, the upper half shifted to a point where it matched the slits in the bottom half. With a held breath, Edward pushed down, sliding those pieces into place.

A light tremor ran through his apartment and the blue lights returned, filtering through the blinds much brighter than tey did before. A resonating tone filled the space. Before he could properly react to his surroundings, blue sparks streaked from the box resulting in him letting it fall to the floor. With furrowed brows, he moved to stand but was suddenly restrained by an arm around his neck.

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