Alright let me start off by saying... we were idiots... we were young and we were stupid. I was never really in love with her... not romantically anyway.... and the same was true for her and me. We where best friends for as long as I can remember and it all changed at some drunk highschool party... one of many we should never have gone too. We woke up in bed together, It was all a blur the night before, but we weren't as stupid as to not realize what happened, and sure enough like some sick practical joke from whoever's running the show up there, she found out that she was pregnant. It was over for me and her... I was forced to move out by my parents and her by her's. I was forced to take many an odd job to support our mistake. Kid was cute though. We named her Susan after her mother. Everything changed when I of course took a job I shouldn't have. It was on Craigslist, an ad for a "helper" I didn't know what that meant at the time but I needed the money. Turns out "helper" is slang for henchman. A henchman for a mad scientist who calls himself "The Comedian" if you can believe it. One who thought he was funnier than he really was, and both powerful and crazy enough if I dared not laugh at his crappy puns, or quit in fear of him turning on my family. I was stuck. Stucker than I ever was. The money was good but it was harder and harder for me to convince Susan that I was just a mover. Then as soon as I was getting used to that type of life, that changed to. It was just supposed to be a delivery, I've done a million of them at the time. Get a package from one place, move it to another while trying not to think about whatever horror lies within or the result of me delivering it to whoever so they can do who knows what. At least that's what I thought the job was... I entered the building and there he was. The Comedian, wearing that same fricking grin that he always does. I hated that smile... but not as much as what he did next. Before I knew it I was strapped to a table while he makes a stupid joke about knives and poison and then it gets hazy... what happened next I don't know... sometimes I remember it one way and sometimes another... but there are always constants in them.... there is always some sort of pain... needles in my skin or fire through my veins or suffocation... then a shadow on the wall as The comedian mumbles something about not being able to take a joke to someone in the room... then there's smoke and fire but also spots... and before you know it? I wake up on the table... everything around me is scorch and cinder, the comedian lies dead on the soot covered floor and the stench of brimstone stains the world around me. Thing is since that day I see now... the point of it all... I wasn't in on the joke... but now? I was... now I'm the one who gets to laugh at their misfortune... and now? I'm going to have some fun...

Primary: Control (various gadgets based off of pranks and gags)
Secondary: Ranged (when in doubt he keeps a revolver on him)
Tertiaries: (any debuffs that I can find to represent him talking down his enemy, and a burning melee attack to represent a lethal joybuzzer he's found of using)