Crane, Jonathan
Sept 16, 2012 15:32:52 GMT -5
Post by Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane on Sept 16, 2012 15:32:52 GMT -5
Jonathan Crane
[/font][/size][/color]Fetid simulation of this wretched congregation, Disciples of the fallen and the heretic will rise.
Taste the fury that feed the devils inside Who are fueled by torment, Sin, Sickness and Pride.
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Full Name: Jonathan Crane
Code Name: Scarecrow
Age: 33
Date of Birth: November 22, 1975
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Species: Genetically modified human
Alliance: villain
Citizenship: DC
Canon or Original?: DC Canon
"Victory is MINE Baldy!
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
And if you had any hair I'd take that too!"
Hair: Short, Clean cut, brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6" 2'
Weight: 140lbs
Distinguishing Marks: Various, during his criminal career and youth, Crane has obtained several scars that are both unique in nature and acquisition. His arms, shoulders and back are but covered in faint scars from the thousands of talons of crows his grand mother would use to punish him in a rather unique way. Another being a rather long scar running the length across his torso just below his rib cage, caused by activating one of his own traps while fleeing from the batman. There are a set of four claw marks that trail from the back of his left shoulder across the front and mid way to the top of his chest, caused by a rather unfortunate run in with a one Waylon Jones, Aka, Killer Croc.
There are others, each with their own story that Crane is all too quick to direct the attention away from.
Appearance: Tall, slender, pale skin, angular face, brown hair, light blue eyes, and wears square/rectangle-framed glasses. business suits. The Scarecrow's mask is sewn out of burlap, roughly sewn stitches in black cord on the face of it, ragged holes for eyes. He has no need for a protective layer inside any of his various masks, as there is no longer a need for it.
Face Claim: Cillain Murphy
"I’m not interested in making new friends,
I don’t even like the ones I have”
I don’t even like the ones I have”
Likes:
- Pumpkin Flavored Things
- Psychology, Phobias in particular
- Classic Horror Films
- Nightmare, Crane's Large, intelligent, common raven
- His rather impressive Violent Dancing, that often takes those who attack him by surprise.
Dislikes:
- Inability to feel Fear
- Social Situations
- Over calculating the outcome
- Geneticists (A one Linda Friitawa in particular)
- Mind altering medication
- Anyone who would dare make a move to interfere with his obsession
Personality: Jonathan Crane Or known to many as simply the Scarecrow Is A rather Arrogant And Unstable Man. Crane displays being both Anit-social and Emotionally Distant with a sort of Calm Anger. His current status of fearlessness has taken a further toll on his sanity.
Due to Over Exposer to his own toxin he Tends to be unaffected by things that most people Fear, Even his one weaknesses are no longer a hold on him, but No he Craves it, to Cause it, And at some extremes to even feel it.
He constantly takes just about every chance he can to inflict such a fear in others. Be it in a slow creeping manner, or the fast slamming of a door. Genius over the edge of insanity. The man posses a low tolerance for general stupidity, and absolutely despises having to repeat himself. Quick to refuse asinine that others already know the answer to.
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Powers: Scarebeast, A large monstrous beast standing over sixteen feet in hight. This mutation was a product of a deal turned sour with the penguin. Crane was literally stabbed in the back with a mutagen filled syringe by a woman Names Linda Friitawa, Who was during the months he worked for Penguin his partner. Little did Crane know, she was only their for far more nefarious motives.
This creature form of crane posses superior strength,speed, stamina, agility and durability to any human or super human. With the ability to breathe and produce a highly concentrated and more powerful concoction of Fear toxin.
Luckily for the poor souls that has the displeasure of triggering the change, it does not last long. An Crane is left pretty much useless after words.
Weapons Crane's Fear Toxin is a powerful nerve agent, which not only attacks and latches onto the chemical receptors in the brain, it over loads them. Particularly those that are used to create adrenaline triggering a flight or fight response, Dopamine if it is triggered in the wrong part of the brain, dopamine will arouse feelings of terror and dread. Corticotropin, a peptid that acts on specific receptors in the brain to create panic and stress. At times this is deployed with Carbogen, a mix of CO2 and O2 which fools the brain into believing one is suffocating.
Strengths/Abilities:
Master Chemist
Stealth
Armed combatant
Psychology - As with his degree in chemistry
Violent dancing
Weaknesses:
Obsession with Fear.
Inability to feel fear
Feral
Underweight
Alone
"All it takes is one bad day to reduce
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
the sanest man alive to lunacy,"
History:
Unloved by his mother and abandoned by his father, Crane lived mostly with his grandmother, who was a religious zealot. Whenever Crane would do something she disapproved of, she would lock him in a church, where he would be attacked by crows. At school, he was also picked on, due to his skinny body and long extremities. One day, Crane secretly watched his grandmother, who was preparing the suit he was forced to wear when he was sent into the church. He learned how she managed to get all the crows to attack. Later, he snuck into the room his grandmother had strictly forbidden him to enter.
He found a library. Without his grandmother's knowledge, he learned all he could about all types of sciences, particularly chemistry. He developed his own version of the mixture his grandmother had used to attract the crows. He tested it out on one of the bullies at school. He was attacked by birds, and half blinded. When he realized Crane's involvement, he beat him up again, leading him to develop stronger chemicals. Eventually, Scarecrow killed his grandmother.
When Crane was in high-school, he was still being mocked. In addition to being called Scarecrow, he was compared to Ichabod Crane. Eventually, Crane had had enough. Fueled with the fury at having been rejected - by Sherry Squires - and having put up with the torment most of his childhood, he dressed as a scarecrow and took a gun to the senior prom, brandishing it in the parking lot. He frightened a car driven by Bo Griggs, the leader of the bullies, off the road, leaving Griggs paralyzed from the waist down and his girlfriend - Squires - dead.
Into adult hood, Jonathan managed to get a job working as a professor at the city's well known university. The students were hardly knowledgeable in the field of psychology, which was to be expected. The school board always gave him the newer students, whom he grew increasingly frustrated with. Eventually, he decided not to waste such an opportunity, with so many 'willing' test subjects and supplies at his disposal.
He used his students as guinea pigs, claiming it was to better demonstrate how fear truly affects the human body and mind. It was during this time that he managed to better hone the toxin he used to murder his grandmother. Of course, it was only a matter of time before the school board caught on to what he had doing, and promptly fired him.
It was not until then did he obtain a job working at Arkham Asylum as a clinical psychologist. Wither or not Arkham knew of the man's true nature or not is a mystery. It was not long after Crane's antics as the infamous scarecrow caught up to him shortly after the attack on the narrows. Finding himself an inmate in the asylum , along with several other of Arkham's ex-employees. Crane, like the others, always finds a new way to escape.
"Next time guys, we should just
rebuild this place outta Lego."
rebuild this place outta Lego."
Writing Sample:
The set up was rather swift, painless. Originally Jonathan had designed this to be just himself. It was a bit easier with His companion there, all the points of the multiple story building was set. Planned, timed perfectly to go off an seal the doors of the city management building when its employees were allowed to leave.
No one in or out, an within minutes the building would be drowning in a chemical concoction of terror inducing gas. Who would be able to alert the city that something was wrong when the people responsible were helpless to? No one. The 911 dispatch, fire department, parts of Pd, Mayor, an several other key components were located in the different floors of the building.
No message would get out, no bat-signal would shine in the dusk filled sky.
No help would be coming. Just a building filled to the top floor with madness. Only the mad would go among the Mad.
Some would go desperate, try an shatter the unbreakable windows, their own form of protection becoming their tomb. the Scarecrow Lingered in a room on the upper floors, the Less populated of the building. Listening to the screaming coming from the floors below. The cries of pain, terror, Panic. The cities beloved mayor duct taped to his chair, Screaming, pleading for any release of the inhabitants, for himself.
Money held no sway, Scarecrow was far from the other rouges. He wanted not a single cent, He wanted to watch the city Fall, burn, decay within its own madness. Showing the world humanities true colors.
A great mass experiment into fear, nothing was better than a total city.
Of course He assumed that his better half was playing with some 'poor' soul in a vacant room. Pulling fingernails an what not. The Physical torment paired rather nicely with the mental affliction caused by His toxin.
Which Reminded him to ask her about the other toxin when he had the chance, If they escaped from this. Crane would rather be able to watch his toxin work in person. If he was unable to be in the middle of it, to observe the terror that he so unfortunately lacked. There was no point in doing it at all. New reports just did not do it any justice, there was a lack of professionalism, All angles of the story were never coverd.
they always considered it a travisty or terroristic act berated against the city. It was never such a thing, it was for the greater knowledge, maybe if he was given the grants to continue his experiments legally, there would not have been such a violent outburst on his part. It may have all ended with the death of the people who wronged him, but thats was all total speculation at this point. Oh well, He was now taking what was delt to him an making the best of it.
He was pulled from his musing when the cries coming from the mayor ceased. The Scarecrow looked over his shoulder for a moment, Glaring slightly through his stitched burlap mask, "If you stop, I will only be inclined to find another way to rile them from you" He spoke in an almost annoyed manner. His tone callous, cold, calculating, Fearless.
"I'm through talking, get out of my cave,"
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