Post by Todd on Jan 4, 2010 8:19:17 GMT -5
DR. JONATHAN CRANE
scarecrow
All night, hearing voices telling me,
That I should get some sleep, because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on, feeling like I’m headed for a breakdown,
And I don’t know why
I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell[/size]
name;; Dr. Jonathan Crane
Jonathan is “gift of god” (LOL IRONY) and a Crane is an animal. His last name was derived from Ichabod Crane, from the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
nickname;; Jonny or Jon. The first is usually people like the Joker – people who he hates, who are taunting him. Jon is reserved for people like Riddler or Hatter, who have some sort of friendship or acquaintance with him. He doesn't tolerate it from those he has no respect for.
age;; 37.
date of birth;; December 5, 1972
gender;; Male.
occupation;; Villain. (Doctor?
)sexualorienation;; Heterosexual.
I know, right now, you can't tell[/size]
hair;; Dark brunette. He keeps it combed out of his face, because the length sometimes leads to it falling in his eyes.
eyes;; Pale blue, but he wears glasses with a rectangular frame.
height;; 6’5”.
weight;; About 155 lbs.
build;; Lanky and narrow.
piercings;; None.
tattoos;; None.
style;; This one will probably depend on who he is at the time. His own personal style is reflected through a dark pair of slacks, a dress shirt, a vest, a tie, and a rough-feeling jacket, majority of the time. As the Scarecrow, I have my mask, and occasionally full dress as a scarecrow, if it adds to the effect – a long, tattered coat, ragged pants, and a floppy hat.
But stay a while and maybe then you'll see[/size]
favorites;;
(x) The examination of fear.
(x) Psychology, particularly the various reactions to phobias.
(x) Knowledge.
(x) Carl Jung, Sigmund Freud, and Edgar Allan Poe works. Reading, in general, and he’s often very sore if he’s not got some kind of material on hand for the duller hours.
(x) Chess.
(x) Chemistry, or the tinkering with chemicals that he’s so famous for.
(x) Feeling superior. He likes knowing that his opponent’s life is in his hands.
(x) Revenge. He’s a strong advocate of it.
(x) Tea. Whether it’s Earl Gray or the classic sweet tea he was raised drinking.
(x) When people are intimidated by him.
hates;;
(x) Has a fear of birds, thanks to being locked in an abandoned church full of some rather violent ones.
(x) Being wrong.
(x) Batman. Robin.
(x) People mocking him, making fun of him, or laughing at him. This has led to more than a few dead bodies in alleyways, or people abandoned in dumpsters chanting about crows.
(x) The vast majority of his family. His grandmother, of course, is dead. He abhorred her. He doesn’t keep contact with his mother, and he’s seen his father only once. He has never met his half-sister.
(x) Nosy people. Or, on the same train, people interrupting him, whether they interrupt his work or just his words. It’s a pet peeve.
(x) People who whine. He’s had his own share of pain in his life, but he doesn’t get mad – he gets even.
(x) Children. He didn’t have a good childhood himself, so he’s rather awkward around kids.
(x) Dirt. He doesn’t like having to live in filthy conditions, although that can’t be helped sometimes.
(x) Loud noises and jerky movements. He’s a pretty paranoid guy.
(x) Straightjackets. Jon hates straightjackets.
strengths;;
(x) Very analytical.
(x) Organized, at least in his own mind.
(x) Instinct for evasion.
(x) Excels at "crane-style" martial arts.
(x) Expert in chemistry.
weaknesses;;
(x) Despite his fighting style, his lanky form makes him an easy target.
(x) Largely an intellectual.
(x) Long limbs make him clumsy at times.
(x) Haughty and proud.
(x) Impatient.
quirks/habits;;
(x) Analyzing people.
(x) Working late. He gets easily caught up.
(x) Experimenting.
(x) Hypocritical.
(x) Humming when he’s bored.
goals/dreams;;
(x) To continue his research.
(x) To, hopefully, complete his research.
(x) To avoid capture by Batman (such a delay).
(x) To keep a reasonably good faciility.
(x) To have the respect of his peers back.
overall personality;;Jonathan is a perfectionist, and doesn’t mind recognizing himself as one. He works hard to make all of his research the best possible, because he wants the best results possible. His curiosity is overwhelming, and it’s what leads him into a lot of situations, whether they’re pleasant or not. Very driven, he has a sense of self-control that often infuriates his enemies, particular because he rarely expresses emotion. It’s honed from his early days, when reactions simply fueled bullies even further. He began impassive, and stoic, offering no sort of recoil or snap, no matter how far he may be pushed. His expressions are limited, meant for demeaning others and making them feel as if they’re exerting themselves too much. Crane is careful with his words, prizing them meticulously, and doesn’t spare them for idle chit-chat.
Extremely possessive, Jonathan does not take kindly to others invading his personal space or what he considers to be his. He’s also extremely prone to holding a grudge, and exacts revenge very carefully. Different experiences have given him various relationships with others of a villainous nature. He can’t stand the Joker, finding him to be distasteful and too flamboyant, and while he appreciates the Riddler’s intellect, he thinks Edward is incredibly vain. Jervis could be considered his solitary friend, but even their relationship is restricted to games of chess and arguments of multiple natures. He would rather avoid the females of the trade, except perhaps Harley, who is good for a psychological conversation now and then –when she isn’t rambling about her ‘Puddin’.
Crane is the typical example of the bullies he hates so much – just on a more extreme level. Most children experience torment at home, and unleash it on their school mates. Jonathan had it at home and at school, and became twisted enough to unleash it as an adult, many years later, after he’d become obsessed with fear. Men, women, children, he has no boundaries or limits, and often pushes the envelope far further than he should. It’s often such things that get him wound up in Arkham again. Unlike some villains, he would rather avoid Batman altogether, because his exploits are not for his own fancy, and are more to find a means to further experimentation. Any alliances he makes are tight and are always severed as quickly as possible, due to his intense paranoia and untrusting nature. And any enemies he makes are either cared for quickly, or avoided as best as possible.
Despite the cold exterior Jonathan presents, he’s actually a rather self-conscious person, hence the attempts at good personal appearance. He finds it better to merely stay reserved rather than put himself out there, because it keeps himself from behind lashed out at once more. He prides his intelligence very much, and will often become bitter if someone tries to lord anything over him. Such plots are very calculated and precise, and he’s well-known for being specific in his crimes. Money stolen from a bank, chemicals stolen from a factory, whatever it takes, and as low-profile as possible. Leave Batman to capture the villains that aren’t doing anything worthwhile. For the most part, he doesn’t consider himself to be a ‘criminal’, even if he performs criminal acts. He’s an opportunist, and simply misunderstood, searching for ways to fully exercise his abilities and exploit the fears of others. He is, however, confident in his abilities, and knows that his works are surpassed by none - or so he'd have others believe.
A different side of me[/size]
father;; Gerald Crane. 26 when Crane was born. Worked at a construction company.
mother;; Karen Keeny. 21 at Crane’s birth. Mother.
siblings;; A half-sister that he doesn’t know.
relatives;; His grandmother, Marion Keen. Sherry Squires, the first person he killed. He also paralyzed Bo Griggs, Sherry’s boyfriend.
pets;; Craw, a four year old magpie.
hometown;; Somewhere, Georgia.
currentlyliving;; Gotham City
history;; Jonathan was born in Georgia to Karen Keeny, out of wedlock. His father, Gerald, wanted nothing to do with his new son, and his mother picked up drugs and alcohol soon after he was born, meaning that he wasn’t cared for very well. It was Marion who finally took pity on him – or so it would seem. The older woman began to care for him, in a very limited way. She provided him with clothes and food, but nothing more, and even those were the bare minimum. It was in those early days of elementary school, when he was undernourished and wearing those raggedy clothes, that Jonathan earned the nickname of ‘Scarecrow’ by the cruel bullies that hounded him in the halls. In 5th grade, the class was introduced to the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and his schoolmates likened him immediately to poor old Ichabod. Crane himself couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for the man, pursued by ghosts and demons down that abandoned road. He could understand his pain, particularly since he was tormented at home by his own grandmother. His mother was always too wrapped up in her latest drugs or a nice bottle of whisky, hence why Jonathan isn’t much of a drinker now. His grandmother commonly subjected him to all sorts of religious rituals, believing him to be a satanic child born of purely sin. Many exorcisms were completed, and she locked him inside an abandoned chapel once, where he was attacked by a vicious group of crows, arising to his fear of them.
Middle school was basically the same as elementary, except it was in these years that he was introduced to chemistry and, to some extent, psychology. He did well in school, but this usually only led to his classmates taunting him more. These years, he also started reading Edgar Allan Poe, who gave him many additional ideas about fear, particularly the Pit and the Pendulum. However, it wasn’t until high school that he started entertaining serious ideas of manipulating fear. He grew even more curious with various chemicals, and it was during these years that he took his first class in psychology. His teachers encouraged him into the field, and he started doing his own research, particularly into the words of Carl Jung and his archetypes.
It was later in those final years of high school that he took up the Scarecrow persona for the first time. Prom was on the horizon, and he’d taken a liking to one of the school’s most popular girls, as guys often do. When he asked her to prom, she immediately shot him down. Crushed by her refusal, he grew angry, and the night of prom, all of the torment he’d experienced was unleashed. He showed up dressed in a scarecrow outfit and brandished a gun at Miss Sherry and her boyfriend, Bo. This caused their car to wreck, and it killed the girl, and paralyzed Mr. Griggs. This was his first murder, and he was far from disgusted – he was exhilarated.
No one ever learned of his identity that night. The school mourned the loss – and meantime, Crane was deciding his next moves. He joined Gotham University and, supplied with scholarships from his intelligence, graduated with a PhD in Psychopharmacology. He took a job at the University, teaching students about basic concepts of Fear and various other forms of psychology. He enjoyed his work there – but in time, he was fired for being considered ‘unethical’ and ‘immoral’. The Dean was not fond of his teachings towards the students, and considered them dissatisfying, asking him to leave. He did, although furious about it, and took up a job at Arkham Asylum soon after. It was during these times that he began his twisted experiments with his ‘fear toxin’ – the first victim was his devotedly religious grandmother.
During his time at Arkham, he tested his toxins on the patients and began to perfect it. He was supplied with various hallucigens by the League of Shadows, although after their partnership ended, he was forced to find a substitute. He was discovered after an attack on the Narrows, in which he unleashed the toxin to the island. Scarecrow managed to stay behind the scenes, until he was captured (for the first time) by Batman. Arkham couldn’t hold him long, however, and he was back on the streets once more.
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impared[/size]
name;; Todd.
age;; 17.
experience;; 6 years.
activity;; I'll try to be as active as possible.
whyyoujoined;; Alli convinced me to.
phrase;; Jonathan says pluto's out for revenge. << Or something like that.
example;;
Why was it that Arkham never changed? He could still remember his first ever visit to the bleary halls, in his days at the University. Still a student at the time, the current psychology professor had brought them on a guided tour of the Aslyum - of course, before it became specific for the 'Criminally Insane'. No, back then it was filled with the regular ol' crazies and lunatics that one would find ranting and raving in Gotham City. That was before Batman, and that was before the Scarecrow. Before the so-called 'super-villains' were commonplace, and the streets were filled with them and awkward vigilantes alike. It was quite ridiculous, the amount of 'super-heroes' that had shown up lately. But they provided for plenty of interesting oppourtunities, so Jonathan would hardly begrude them away - even if they were sometimes more trouble than they were worth.
And another thing about Arkham - they were kind (or stupid) enough to put him within the same cell. He knew these halls like few did, even those who currently worked here, and there was no mistaking it. Sure, all the walls were bleak, and all the beds were uncomfortable - but there were little things that told Jonathan that this was that familiar place. Like the blood stain on the floor where he'd been roughly tossed in after an arrest by Batman - the caped crusader had delivered him to the cell himself, and he hadn't regained conciousness for quite some time afterwards. Or the ceiling tile in the corner that he'd managed to crawl through once - it was now super-glued down, but he could see the chips on the edges where it had fallen on the floor below. Yes, Arkham was just his home away from home - which made sense to him, because quite often 'home' hadn't been a pleasant place. God forbid he go back to the plantation house in Georgia, even if it was empty now (Grandma Marion, rest her soul, or not) and the apartment that was occassionally his 'lair' held its own share of negative thoughts - it was the recovering haven from too many defeats.
It was all that Gia Wassons' fault that he was back in Arkham anyways. The girl had apparently been stalking him for quite some time. He'd seen her a few times, and had made a point to avoid her if possible - their inevitable run-in had resulted in the capture of the infamous Scarecrow. He was quite sure he could've handled Officer Wasson on her own - but then her noble Captain Sark had shown up, and everything had gone south. Linda was nowhere around, something he found to his immense irritation, and there weren't really any others he depended on (curse his paranoia, although it had never led him wrong before). So after a 'showdown' of sorts, they'd taken him in, Jonathan fighting all the way. At least there was some sort of respect to being brought in by the Batman - but city cops? Regular city cops? He was the Scarecrow, fabricator of fears and provoker of phobias. One of the villainous elite! How dare they force him into such an awkward and compromising situation! He would have his revenge on Miss Wasson, just as soon as he got out of here.
The man gave a light sigh, doing his best to push away the infurating thoughts for now. No need to let himself show any distress. There were cameras in the rooms, after all. At least he was alone this time - he loathed being stuck with someone else in his little cell. The Mad Hatter and the Riddler were tolerable, but everyone else grated on him. The brunette leaned his head back to rest it against the wall, currently sprawled upon the bed. No way of keeping time here in this dismal hospital, and windows were a privlege that he wasn't allowed. It could be midnight or noon for all he knew. But the faint light that echoed from the lonely bulb on the ceiling was enough to read by. At least they provided him with books. Some, like the Joker, weren't given anything that could potentially be used to bash someone over the head with - but they were paperbacks, and they kept him occupied. Maybe they thought if he emersed himself in Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe he wouldn't be as violent. Good luck to them with their ideas, but he appreciated the literature all the same. It was now that he reached out to snag one of the novels that lay resting on a small table at his side. The one he secured happened to be The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, a shorter, less-known Stephen King tale. He did enjoy it - the girl's self-induced hallicinations and extreme phobias were enough to keep him satisfied. But he'd read it many times before, so he discarded it, and grabbed for his customary Poe collection - maybe he'd indulge in the Tell-Tale Heart again.
And another thing about Arkham - they were kind (or stupid) enough to put him within the same cell. He knew these halls like few did, even those who currently worked here, and there was no mistaking it. Sure, all the walls were bleak, and all the beds were uncomfortable - but there were little things that told Jonathan that this was that familiar place. Like the blood stain on the floor where he'd been roughly tossed in after an arrest by Batman - the caped crusader had delivered him to the cell himself, and he hadn't regained conciousness for quite some time afterwards. Or the ceiling tile in the corner that he'd managed to crawl through once - it was now super-glued down, but he could see the chips on the edges where it had fallen on the floor below. Yes, Arkham was just his home away from home - which made sense to him, because quite often 'home' hadn't been a pleasant place. God forbid he go back to the plantation house in Georgia, even if it was empty now (Grandma Marion, rest her soul, or not) and the apartment that was occassionally his 'lair' held its own share of negative thoughts - it was the recovering haven from too many defeats.
It was all that Gia Wassons' fault that he was back in Arkham anyways. The girl had apparently been stalking him for quite some time. He'd seen her a few times, and had made a point to avoid her if possible - their inevitable run-in had resulted in the capture of the infamous Scarecrow. He was quite sure he could've handled Officer Wasson on her own - but then her noble Captain Sark had shown up, and everything had gone south. Linda was nowhere around, something he found to his immense irritation, and there weren't really any others he depended on (curse his paranoia, although it had never led him wrong before). So after a 'showdown' of sorts, they'd taken him in, Jonathan fighting all the way. At least there was some sort of respect to being brought in by the Batman - but city cops? Regular city cops? He was the Scarecrow, fabricator of fears and provoker of phobias. One of the villainous elite! How dare they force him into such an awkward and compromising situation! He would have his revenge on Miss Wasson, just as soon as he got out of here.
The man gave a light sigh, doing his best to push away the infurating thoughts for now. No need to let himself show any distress. There were cameras in the rooms, after all. At least he was alone this time - he loathed being stuck with someone else in his little cell. The Mad Hatter and the Riddler were tolerable, but everyone else grated on him. The brunette leaned his head back to rest it against the wall, currently sprawled upon the bed. No way of keeping time here in this dismal hospital, and windows were a privlege that he wasn't allowed. It could be midnight or noon for all he knew. But the faint light that echoed from the lonely bulb on the ceiling was enough to read by. At least they provided him with books. Some, like the Joker, weren't given anything that could potentially be used to bash someone over the head with - but they were paperbacks, and they kept him occupied. Maybe they thought if he emersed himself in Stephen King and Edgar Allan Poe he wouldn't be as violent. Good luck to them with their ideas, but he appreciated the literature all the same. It was now that he reached out to snag one of the novels that lay resting on a small table at his side. The one he secured happened to be The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, a shorter, less-known Stephen King tale. He did enjoy it - the girl's self-induced hallicinations and extreme phobias were enough to keep him satisfied. But he'd read it many times before, so he discarded it, and grabbed for his customary Poe collection - maybe he'd indulge in the Tell-Tale Heart again.
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