Post by Killer Croc on Jul 22, 2012 18:49:19 GMT -5
Name: Waylon Jones
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 11th February
Age: Early 40’s.
Age Looks: Impossible to tell.
Appearance:
Waylon Jones, or Killer Croc as he calls himself now, is truly a monstrous sight to behold. Standing at approximately 11 ft tall, composed of hulking beast, teeth and scales, he weights almost 580 lbs. Long wicked teeth protrude from his strong jaw, and his thick skin is covered by matt scales. His limbs are massive and muscular. Eyes yellow and piercing like the gaze of an ever-hungering predator. And to top it off, stinking of sewer water and rotten meat. Quite a wicked concoction, all in all.
Killer Croc rarely wears ‘proper’ clothes anymore. After attaining his currently ridiculous size, it’s impossible for him to find clothes that fit him. And, honestly, when you look like he does, being fashionable is your last concern really. Most of the time, he wears a pair of ragged red trousers he’s been holding unto since his latest escape from Arkham Asylum.
Personality:
"I hate a lot of stuff. I hate being hungry. I hate self-righteous assholes, or actually i hate people in general. I hate the world. The world only taught me one thing: Life is fucking unfair. Don't like it, well, tough luck. You are what you are, and if you try to change it, shit just gets worse. It's freaking meaningless, y'know? So i might aswell do what i feel like. What i'm suppose to be like. A monster. A bloodied, roaring, tormented monster from some psychos nightmare.
Then again, i sometimes think about how it could have been. If i hadn't been a freak of nature. If i never spent my youth in prison. Had my family not left me to rot, with an old bitch, that spent her life marinating her insides with bourbon. Things might have been different. I might have had a job and a home, maybe a dog... Shit, that sounds boring as hell. I would'a snapped anyway. Two weeks tops before i tried to eat the mailman.
Still, nobody should grow up like that. No one.
Anyways, don't put up with that asshole. Punch him in the face for being a jackass. Scared? Fuck being scared. Scared is for little idiots without the balls to go look what's hiding in the dark. Now bugger off, kid. Before i decide to skin you alive and eat you!
And, well... Thanks for the steak, i guess. What? Oh fuck off!"
Killer Croc is a monster. A predator that'll gulp you up without a moments remorse or pity. Atleast that's how he sees himself. But somewhere underneath that scaly hide, is little Waylon Jones. The boy that just wants to belong somewhere, anywhere. He remembers how it was to be pushed around by any and everyone. Naturally, he feels a kind of affinty with them. Might even let an orphan or two run off while the boss is looking away.
But if you try to fuck him up, and god knows there have been times like those, then he'll rip out your spine and shove it up your ass.
Family:
Mother died in childbirth.
Father abandoned him.
Raised by aunt who almost drank herself to death.
Background: Waylon Jones was born with a form of atavism that imparted him with reptilian traits. His guardians grew to loathe the child's hideous appearance and brutal behavior. Abandoned by the father, he was raised by his aunt, which made no effort to hide her disgust of the child. She often called him names like "lizard boy" and "reptilian freak," ignoring him otherwise. Jones was a regular visitor to the juvenile detention center and was finally tried and convicted as an adult when he was sixteen. He was out on parole after eighteen years behind bars. Out of prison, he found a job in a carnival sideshow wrestling alligators, earning his name Killer Croc in the process. Slowly realizing the strength and power he actually possessed, he began hatching a plan. No more reptilian freak. He'd overthrow Gothams underground, and when he was the only one left to sit on the throne, they'd call him King!
His attempts at the criminal underground went well at first, quickly establishing contact and doing several shakedown. Even having several run-ins with names like Solomon Grundy, Joker, Penguin, Riddler, Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow, to name a few. Ultimately, his plans were foiled by the Batman and the upcoming Robin. He was sent to Arkham Asylum, where he suffered from intense electroshock therapy.
He eventually escaped, trying to reestablish his position, he happened to stumble upon an unfinished suburban tunnel. Many of Gothams homeless had made this their new home. Although the people there was startled by his appearances at first, they eventually accepted him as one of their own. Killer Croc tried to make a new home among them, growing very fond of a woman calling herself Aunt Marcy. She was like the mother he never had. Sadly, this came to an abrupt end. Batman, investigating a robbery made by Waylon, found him in the tunnel. Desperate to defend himself and his new found family, Killer Croc threw himself at him. At midnight, their brawl came to a halt as the place was about to get flooded, opening the way for a new water tunnel. While Batman helped the family escape, Killer Croc put his back into upholding a wall, separating the people from the raving waters. He was swept away by the waves, thought dead by his family. Standing on the brink they sang "Hush little baby", lead by Aunt Marcy, which had sung this to him as he rested in her lap.
When he finally recovered many months later, he thought they had died during the flood. Loosing his last grip on sanity, he went berserk through the city, wrecking everything in his path. It was at this time he met Bane, which broke both his arms effortlessly.
Much turmoil followed that event. Being locked up in a crazy tv show, hiding several months in a swamp, and eventually ending up in Arkham Asylum yet again. Surprisingly, he began socializing with the other inmates, and even became good friends with Poison Ivy (he felt a mutual primordial connection) and the Ventriloquist (whom he played a lot of cards with.) This was mostly due to the several doses of sedatives he'd receive on a daily basis. But, as Croc have learned many many times, these happy little histories have a harsh ending. Joker, having snuck into the computerized record files during the aftermath of an earthquake, changed the prescription. And now poor Killer Croc received amphetamine six times a day. This, of course, ended in disaster with several inmates killed.
Inevitably, there was a major prisoner break. Waylon escaped with several other criminals, and turned his attention to finding a cure for his condition. Unfortunately, this proved unsuccessful, except turning Killer Croc even more monstrous.
Now, he roams the sewers of Gotham, without goals or motive. Wandering aimlessly about like an ancient beast that's given up on life.
Character Info:
Code Name: Killer Croc
Enemy Code Name: Killer Croc, King Croc
Powers/abilities:
* Superhuman strength, reflexes, stamina, and senses
Make no mistake; Killer Croc is a mutated superhuman from top to toe. He’s much stronger than any ordinary human will ever be, rivalling (and probably surpassing) that of the venom infused Bane. One of his notable feats of strength was to tear a bank vault door right off its hinges. His reflexes and endurance are strongly amplified by his genes, and surpass even those of a master martial artist. Furthermore, his senses are keen and precise, especially his hearing and smelling. Both his reflexes and senses are enhanced as long both he and his target are fully immersed in the same body of water.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth
Extremely efficient in the right situations, especially the teeth, which have sorta grown to be his gimmick. While both are capable of ripping flesh from bone, they’re not nearly as effective against metals like steel. Then again, he did once free himself from a pair of handcuffs with a well placed bite, much to the horror of his police escort.
* Regenerative healing factor
Just like lizards and other reptiles in nature, Killer Crocs body recovers much faster than humans. Broken limbs regenerate in weeks, and lesser injuries in a matter of days. It’s still unknown weather a severed limb will regrow fully or not, and he’s not planning on finding out.
* Experienced alligator wrestler
While lacking the finesse of other fighting styles, knowing where and when to use a good grapple can make the whole difference. Though, after his further mutation, he seldom meet opponents that require more than a slap to the head before being knocked out cold.
* Near Bullet Proof Hide
His skin is hardened to the degree that it is nearly impenetrable to ordinary forms of abrasion including high calibre weapons fired from a distance.
* Crocodile Man
Being a masterful swimmer, and able to hold his breath over very long durations, Killer Croc is like a fish in the water. A very dangerous fish, with a gluttonous appetite and fondness for human meat.
Strengths:
* Great physical superiority over humans, as mentioned above.
* Has proven very effective at ‘getting the job done’ making him a valuable henchmen that doesn’t ask too many questions. Well, as long as the job is about wrecking a place, and leaving no survivors.
* Can survive in mostly any environment, partly due to his mutation, and his long years of looking after himself in a world that shunned him like the plague.
Weaknesses:
* Reptile Brain: Killer Croc's mind, once possessing above average intelligence, has now lessened greatly due to the specialized Metagene. Granted he's not stupid now, it's just that when angered he goes into a bloody rage where he cannot think straight. He once possessed a good head for schemes and plots, but after the Metagene he’s preferred more direct approaches, but it's when he's in the action he tends to go truly bonkers. Although he'd hate to admit it, he is often outsmarted both by villains and heroes alike.
* Super Sonics: Due to his increased hearing sense he is vulnerable to high frequency noises, which will render him unable to focus and cause him immense pain. Bloody dog whistles...
* Cumbersome: He's big! He's brawny! Heeeeeeeeeeee's... Killer Croc! While having the strength of an enraged bulldozer, it's not always beneficial to be build like a light tower. Small passages, while knock-down-able, causes him much trouble on a day to day basis, and also limiting him to the larger central sewers.
* Enraged Grudge-bearer: Croc is a rather proud individual, and handles defeat rather poorly. If ever faced by an old nemesis, namely Batman (for obvious reasons) or Bane (his ego never really recovered after having both his arms broken), he'd probably drop his marbles in an instant, and enter a homicidal frenzy.
Affiliation: Rogues gallery
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add:
There's like a hundred versions of Killer Croc, each with his own level of intellect, appearances and strengths, so it was a little hard digging up all the 'relevant' stuff for my particular character, which i have based mostly on the newest version of Waylon Jones, namely the one in Batman: Arkham Asylum. He's a mix between a few older versions, but i'm pretty happy with the result, and i'm confident he'll be a lot of fun to play.
Will you be active?: *puts on a commissar cap and gazes off into the horizon.* Of course!
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Sure.
Sample RP:
It echoes. Echoes throughout the whole sewer system. Heavy, burdened, slow footsteps. Rats turn tail and run. Even the muck seems scared, and desires nothing more than to crawl down into an even deeper and darker hole, as the giant wanders by. The air knows. The walls know. "Feeding time."
"I can't believe you actually drink this shit," Officer Raymond scoffs, as he hands over the Starbuck soy latte. "Well excuse me for caring about the welfare of animals. Sheesh, what's gotten into you?" Amanda peers up at him, slightly confused. He sits down next to her, dangling his legs over the edge of the harbor, taking a sip from his own coffee. "Sorry, i'm just so bored. Beings transfered from central to this place seemed like a sweet deal at first. No shootings or random robberies. But this place is a freaking ghost town at night!"
The sound has changed. It's distorted, by claws running along concrete walls. By wicked nostrils that sniffs the air like possessed by a bloodhound. Changed. The sound gets louder, and quicker. The steps are no longer troubled, but vigilant, faster. Hunting.
You've only been here about three days, Max. Just gotta get used to the new beat, that's all. Amanda pats him on the shoulder and raises her cup with a glad smile. Seeing that Max is going to leave her hanging, she shrugs and gazes out at the horizon again. "You could demoralize the persian army with that attitude."
They're getting close, very close. Saliva running. Muscles tensing. The noise scatters. The gurgles of water. Splashes of sewage on the walls.
"The what?" Max tilts his head torwards Officer Quells with an eyebrow raised slightly. She looks back at him with disbelief. You've seriously never seen 300?
Light. Not natural. Harbor light. A small drop, then another splash. Saltwater. Head slowly breaching the water. Two shadows. Not far. Wicked grin.
I got better things to do, than waste an afternoon i-- Hey, you smell something?
//: I realize the posts are in preterite, but i felt like playing around with the words a bit.
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 11th February
Age: Early 40’s.
Age Looks: Impossible to tell.
Appearance:
Waylon Jones, or Killer Croc as he calls himself now, is truly a monstrous sight to behold. Standing at approximately 11 ft tall, composed of hulking beast, teeth and scales, he weights almost 580 lbs. Long wicked teeth protrude from his strong jaw, and his thick skin is covered by matt scales. His limbs are massive and muscular. Eyes yellow and piercing like the gaze of an ever-hungering predator. And to top it off, stinking of sewer water and rotten meat. Quite a wicked concoction, all in all.
Killer Croc rarely wears ‘proper’ clothes anymore. After attaining his currently ridiculous size, it’s impossible for him to find clothes that fit him. And, honestly, when you look like he does, being fashionable is your last concern really. Most of the time, he wears a pair of ragged red trousers he’s been holding unto since his latest escape from Arkham Asylum.
Personality:
"I hate a lot of stuff. I hate being hungry. I hate self-righteous assholes, or actually i hate people in general. I hate the world. The world only taught me one thing: Life is fucking unfair. Don't like it, well, tough luck. You are what you are, and if you try to change it, shit just gets worse. It's freaking meaningless, y'know? So i might aswell do what i feel like. What i'm suppose to be like. A monster. A bloodied, roaring, tormented monster from some psychos nightmare.
Then again, i sometimes think about how it could have been. If i hadn't been a freak of nature. If i never spent my youth in prison. Had my family not left me to rot, with an old bitch, that spent her life marinating her insides with bourbon. Things might have been different. I might have had a job and a home, maybe a dog... Shit, that sounds boring as hell. I would'a snapped anyway. Two weeks tops before i tried to eat the mailman.
Still, nobody should grow up like that. No one.
Anyways, don't put up with that asshole. Punch him in the face for being a jackass. Scared? Fuck being scared. Scared is for little idiots without the balls to go look what's hiding in the dark. Now bugger off, kid. Before i decide to skin you alive and eat you!
And, well... Thanks for the steak, i guess. What? Oh fuck off!"
Killer Croc is a monster. A predator that'll gulp you up without a moments remorse or pity. Atleast that's how he sees himself. But somewhere underneath that scaly hide, is little Waylon Jones. The boy that just wants to belong somewhere, anywhere. He remembers how it was to be pushed around by any and everyone. Naturally, he feels a kind of affinty with them. Might even let an orphan or two run off while the boss is looking away.
But if you try to fuck him up, and god knows there have been times like those, then he'll rip out your spine and shove it up your ass.
Family:
Mother died in childbirth.
Father abandoned him.
Raised by aunt who almost drank herself to death.
Background: Waylon Jones was born with a form of atavism that imparted him with reptilian traits. His guardians grew to loathe the child's hideous appearance and brutal behavior. Abandoned by the father, he was raised by his aunt, which made no effort to hide her disgust of the child. She often called him names like "lizard boy" and "reptilian freak," ignoring him otherwise. Jones was a regular visitor to the juvenile detention center and was finally tried and convicted as an adult when he was sixteen. He was out on parole after eighteen years behind bars. Out of prison, he found a job in a carnival sideshow wrestling alligators, earning his name Killer Croc in the process. Slowly realizing the strength and power he actually possessed, he began hatching a plan. No more reptilian freak. He'd overthrow Gothams underground, and when he was the only one left to sit on the throne, they'd call him King!
His attempts at the criminal underground went well at first, quickly establishing contact and doing several shakedown. Even having several run-ins with names like Solomon Grundy, Joker, Penguin, Riddler, Mr. Freeze and Scarecrow, to name a few. Ultimately, his plans were foiled by the Batman and the upcoming Robin. He was sent to Arkham Asylum, where he suffered from intense electroshock therapy.
He eventually escaped, trying to reestablish his position, he happened to stumble upon an unfinished suburban tunnel. Many of Gothams homeless had made this their new home. Although the people there was startled by his appearances at first, they eventually accepted him as one of their own. Killer Croc tried to make a new home among them, growing very fond of a woman calling herself Aunt Marcy. She was like the mother he never had. Sadly, this came to an abrupt end. Batman, investigating a robbery made by Waylon, found him in the tunnel. Desperate to defend himself and his new found family, Killer Croc threw himself at him. At midnight, their brawl came to a halt as the place was about to get flooded, opening the way for a new water tunnel. While Batman helped the family escape, Killer Croc put his back into upholding a wall, separating the people from the raving waters. He was swept away by the waves, thought dead by his family. Standing on the brink they sang "Hush little baby", lead by Aunt Marcy, which had sung this to him as he rested in her lap.
When he finally recovered many months later, he thought they had died during the flood. Loosing his last grip on sanity, he went berserk through the city, wrecking everything in his path. It was at this time he met Bane, which broke both his arms effortlessly.
Much turmoil followed that event. Being locked up in a crazy tv show, hiding several months in a swamp, and eventually ending up in Arkham Asylum yet again. Surprisingly, he began socializing with the other inmates, and even became good friends with Poison Ivy (he felt a mutual primordial connection) and the Ventriloquist (whom he played a lot of cards with.) This was mostly due to the several doses of sedatives he'd receive on a daily basis. But, as Croc have learned many many times, these happy little histories have a harsh ending. Joker, having snuck into the computerized record files during the aftermath of an earthquake, changed the prescription. And now poor Killer Croc received amphetamine six times a day. This, of course, ended in disaster with several inmates killed.
Inevitably, there was a major prisoner break. Waylon escaped with several other criminals, and turned his attention to finding a cure for his condition. Unfortunately, this proved unsuccessful, except turning Killer Croc even more monstrous.
Now, he roams the sewers of Gotham, without goals or motive. Wandering aimlessly about like an ancient beast that's given up on life.
Character Info:
Code Name: Killer Croc
Enemy Code Name: Killer Croc, King Croc
Powers/abilities:
* Superhuman strength, reflexes, stamina, and senses
Make no mistake; Killer Croc is a mutated superhuman from top to toe. He’s much stronger than any ordinary human will ever be, rivalling (and probably surpassing) that of the venom infused Bane. One of his notable feats of strength was to tear a bank vault door right off its hinges. His reflexes and endurance are strongly amplified by his genes, and surpass even those of a master martial artist. Furthermore, his senses are keen and precise, especially his hearing and smelling. Both his reflexes and senses are enhanced as long both he and his target are fully immersed in the same body of water.
* Razor-sharp claws and teeth
Extremely efficient in the right situations, especially the teeth, which have sorta grown to be his gimmick. While both are capable of ripping flesh from bone, they’re not nearly as effective against metals like steel. Then again, he did once free himself from a pair of handcuffs with a well placed bite, much to the horror of his police escort.
* Regenerative healing factor
Just like lizards and other reptiles in nature, Killer Crocs body recovers much faster than humans. Broken limbs regenerate in weeks, and lesser injuries in a matter of days. It’s still unknown weather a severed limb will regrow fully or not, and he’s not planning on finding out.
* Experienced alligator wrestler
While lacking the finesse of other fighting styles, knowing where and when to use a good grapple can make the whole difference. Though, after his further mutation, he seldom meet opponents that require more than a slap to the head before being knocked out cold.
* Near Bullet Proof Hide
His skin is hardened to the degree that it is nearly impenetrable to ordinary forms of abrasion including high calibre weapons fired from a distance.
* Crocodile Man
Being a masterful swimmer, and able to hold his breath over very long durations, Killer Croc is like a fish in the water. A very dangerous fish, with a gluttonous appetite and fondness for human meat.
Strengths:
* Great physical superiority over humans, as mentioned above.
* Has proven very effective at ‘getting the job done’ making him a valuable henchmen that doesn’t ask too many questions. Well, as long as the job is about wrecking a place, and leaving no survivors.
* Can survive in mostly any environment, partly due to his mutation, and his long years of looking after himself in a world that shunned him like the plague.
Weaknesses:
* Reptile Brain: Killer Croc's mind, once possessing above average intelligence, has now lessened greatly due to the specialized Metagene. Granted he's not stupid now, it's just that when angered he goes into a bloody rage where he cannot think straight. He once possessed a good head for schemes and plots, but after the Metagene he’s preferred more direct approaches, but it's when he's in the action he tends to go truly bonkers. Although he'd hate to admit it, he is often outsmarted both by villains and heroes alike.
* Super Sonics: Due to his increased hearing sense he is vulnerable to high frequency noises, which will render him unable to focus and cause him immense pain. Bloody dog whistles...
* Cumbersome: He's big! He's brawny! Heeeeeeeeeeee's... Killer Croc! While having the strength of an enraged bulldozer, it's not always beneficial to be build like a light tower. Small passages, while knock-down-able, causes him much trouble on a day to day basis, and also limiting him to the larger central sewers.
* Enraged Grudge-bearer: Croc is a rather proud individual, and handles defeat rather poorly. If ever faced by an old nemesis, namely Batman (for obvious reasons) or Bane (his ego never really recovered after having both his arms broken), he'd probably drop his marbles in an instant, and enter a homicidal frenzy.
Affiliation: Rogues gallery
Other Info
Anything else you'd like to add:
There's like a hundred versions of Killer Croc, each with his own level of intellect, appearances and strengths, so it was a little hard digging up all the 'relevant' stuff for my particular character, which i have based mostly on the newest version of Waylon Jones, namely the one in Batman: Arkham Asylum. He's a mix between a few older versions, but i'm pretty happy with the result, and i'm confident he'll be a lot of fun to play.
Will you be active?: *puts on a commissar cap and gazes off into the horizon.* Of course!
Do you Agree should you become Inactive you will have your Character Removed from the Roleplay?: Sure.
Sample RP:
It echoes. Echoes throughout the whole sewer system. Heavy, burdened, slow footsteps. Rats turn tail and run. Even the muck seems scared, and desires nothing more than to crawl down into an even deeper and darker hole, as the giant wanders by. The air knows. The walls know. "Feeding time."
"I can't believe you actually drink this shit," Officer Raymond scoffs, as he hands over the Starbuck soy latte. "Well excuse me for caring about the welfare of animals. Sheesh, what's gotten into you?" Amanda peers up at him, slightly confused. He sits down next to her, dangling his legs over the edge of the harbor, taking a sip from his own coffee. "Sorry, i'm just so bored. Beings transfered from central to this place seemed like a sweet deal at first. No shootings or random robberies. But this place is a freaking ghost town at night!"
The sound has changed. It's distorted, by claws running along concrete walls. By wicked nostrils that sniffs the air like possessed by a bloodhound. Changed. The sound gets louder, and quicker. The steps are no longer troubled, but vigilant, faster. Hunting.
You've only been here about three days, Max. Just gotta get used to the new beat, that's all. Amanda pats him on the shoulder and raises her cup with a glad smile. Seeing that Max is going to leave her hanging, she shrugs and gazes out at the horizon again. "You could demoralize the persian army with that attitude."
They're getting close, very close. Saliva running. Muscles tensing. The noise scatters. The gurgles of water. Splashes of sewage on the walls.
"The what?" Max tilts his head torwards Officer Quells with an eyebrow raised slightly. She looks back at him with disbelief. You've seriously never seen 300?
Light. Not natural. Harbor light. A small drop, then another splash. Saltwater. Head slowly breaching the water. Two shadows. Not far. Wicked grin.
I got better things to do, than waste an afternoon i-- Hey, you smell something?
//: I realize the posts are in preterite, but i felt like playing around with the words a bit.
