IMPORTANT!
I would just like to let everyone know, that this is an RP account only. I do not care about who you are behind the screen, and I do not expect you to ask about me. I do not care for compliments to my avatar, or other such useless chat. Perhaps I should specify, I have no problem with OOC involving our character or the rp, but I do not care to know things like your favorite color or who your latest BFF is, such information is useless to me.
IF YOU ARE NOT HERE TO ROLE PLAY THEN LEAVE!
On another note, I prefer pera-posting. So if you do not like to read, you are in the wrong place.
Absence from Gotham
For the last three years, this Scarecrow has been out of Gotham. He had heard word of a rare plant in the South American jungles that would allow him to make a toxin ten times more potent than any of his current batches. Excited about this new opportunity, he set out to find this plant, or any others that could likewise be useful. He would have liked to ask Pamella for her help, but was not able to get into contact with her before setting out.
Unfortunately, his search did not yield results, and he was forced to return to Gotham at last empty handed, but eager to get back to work on his research.
About
About the guy behind the screen: Don't be too intimidated, if you would like to rp then drop me a comment or a note and I will be sure to get back to you. I'm here for the purpose of role play and am happy with all offers.
I am, however, a no-nonsense sort of man, much like Crane. I do not deal in smut. I deal with any out of character matters with logic, reason, and a sound mind. So long as you are able to do the same, we shall get along well enough. If you are unable and prove to be a problem, the ignore button will solve it quickly enough.
Name: Professor Jonathan Crane
Alias: Scarecrow: Master of fear
Alignment: Villain
Height: 6'0''
Weight:140 pounds
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
First Appearance: World's Finest Comics #3 (Fall 1941)
Abilities: Crane is both a talented chemist, and a psychologist who specializes in Phobias, Crane is very adept at both reading and manipulating people. Although it has been said that he relies primarily on his fear toxins and chemicals to induce fear, recently he has displayed the ability to literally frighten people to death without relying in the chemical, suggesting a great ability to dominate the human psyche using fear as a weapon. When forced to fight, he has used a style called "violent dancing", which is based in partly off the crane style of kung fu and drunken boxing, which makes full use of his long arms and legs. Most storylines, however, have suggested he has no real means of hand-to-hand combat, presenting him as physically unintimidating.
Weapons: Crane has been known to use a wide variety of both fear toxins, and electronic devices that are also able to instill fear, although he tends to stick to the chemicals in modern times. He has been known to wield a gun in the past, but now tends to prefer his scythe.
Weaknesses: Crane is human, and has all weaknesses therein. He is also physically unintimidating, and relies primarily on his abilities to induce fear to have any form of dominance.
Notes: There are many versions of the Scarecrow to chose from. While they are all the same in the core, there are certain differences between them. It was important to decide which one to go with. The cold doctor version from the Arkham Asylum video game? The Therapist version from Batman Begins? No, neither of those would do. The scholarly professor he was originally introduced as? The kinder, in the process of a high school like crush version from "As the Crow Flies"? The sniveling one from the comic with Catwoman and Doctor Strange? Or what about the calm and collected one of The Scarecrow/Two-Face origins book? The rhyme obsessed Scarecrow of "Long Halloween"? The one from "No Man's Land", which was only vaguely different from the ones before and after? And what of the one from the "Mistress of fear" comic? This Scarecrow will be an appropriate amalgamation of the many which have come before, but will be based on a combination storyline of "Mistress of fear", the Two-Face/Scarecrow origins, and the one with Catwoman and Doctor Strange. "As the Crow Flies" will be ignored completely, as will the one from "Batman Begins".
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Ace was not showing off when she touched down on the floor, sometimes she simply disappeared into her head, and lost control of what exactly she was doing. When he instructed her not too draw anything in, she would blink some, her pupils dialating some, the shadows returned too their normal status, she turning them off just as easily as if they were an on and off light switch too be tampered with. His means of hurrying too shuffle her on out had her disappear once more into her thoughts. Clicking her tongue, she twist those lips slightly and lowered that haunting gaze some before lifting it. Speaking again, her voice dark and disheartening she would shake her head no. ”—Revenge I suppose on the clown, little more…but I did not mean too overstep my boundaries and disturb you. Good Day Doctor.” turning on heel she would start towards the exit, dainty hands placed at her back while she left him too be too himself, perhaps she would go and visit Croc…he seemed alright if not on the occasion enjoying…or at least endearing of her company.
All was silent on the streets, save for the usual noises a city filled with crime could have, a darker shadow would creep amongst the already gathered darkness. Considering for the time that Ace had tracked the good Doctor inside, she would appear seated rather madly on the ceiling, the tuft of pixie cut glossy black hair falling too rest what would have been below her, part of it secured neatly by a white "Club" clip in her lockes. Planting her dainty white gloved hands in front of her she would study him silently until finally an eerie childlike voice would sound as it passed through painted black lips, although by appearances she was very much a woman, there was something strangely innocent about her. "--If you dont mind me gawking, I simply must smile...for you too use the fear like I do, though mine is rather different...Much like your understudy, and possible friend Miss Ragady" settling up, so that she was walking along the ceiling, she would slowly release and drop slowly so that she fell, lighter then air almost too land gracefully on her feet, bare legs only shifting slightly too catch the release on weight. Bowing low, so far that her head almost touched the ground, she rose back up, keeping that odd smile on her face. She was a simple enough deviant, with a black and white full body corset, and gloves and boots too match...although perhaps it was her mind that would raise questions, or those eyes, wide and haunting that could easily cause most too shudder in fear. "--I must admit I admire your work." she add rather simply, at her back things swam in the shadows, murky figures as if the room itself was starting too crumble and reveal things...she didn't seem too notice, as she was used too it.
"Vell vell, vhat ist ze bag oft straw doing, calling on ein creature like meinself?" he asked with a viscous grin.
"I'm fine. Really. I am."
She wanted drugs. And the fact that he denied her of said chemicals made her angry, made her want to strangle him. Black Sheep needed the rush, needed to feel good.
Black Sheep glanced at him, irritated at his stinginess.
She was panting, suddenly stressed.
With a swipe of her hand, she reached on his desk, knocked off all of his chemicals, screamed at him, screamed at the top of her lungs.
Barbara was having an emotional meltdown, and she was at this point not afraid of any consequences for knocking over anything. She wanted chemicals. And she wanted it now.
How dare he deny her of such a thing.
Her body tingled, saliva started up as she heard of him gaining a new formula. She wondered what it would feel like. Her skin was pale, unhealthy as she looked at all the needle injections on her body.
Rehab.
That was something that she could probably have used eons ago.
Too late now. Not even Crane would pay for her own rehabilitation. Especially when she ingested his drugs like it was sugar. Her health had been declining recently.
She didn't care.
The rush was worth it. She looked around for him.