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Pucca the Nerd King on 12/09/2021


-Jonathan "Scarecrow" Crane-

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"--Tell me What do you fear? 'Indifference donning mourning shroud, cutting all the mortals down, opposite to birth and life, filling the world with pain and strife. What am I?' Obviously Death...Riddler could tell you that, Death... you fear death..."

The person who made me who I am...: Why me of course silly! I am THAT amazing!
My Mother calls me..: She doesn't call me anything... she's dead
But I prefer to go by...: Scarecrow
However, I have also been called... King of Fear, Horror, Master of Fear
Age is just a number, which happens to be...: 37
I was born as a....: Male, heir to the cities fears
My current place of residency: Gotham City, anywhere and everywhere
One of my goals for the future: Rule Gotham completely...no! The world, I can do that...why set my sights for anything less?
I prefer the company of...: Doctors, Inventors, and Geniuses, really anyone who has an IQ over 180 will do...
This song about sums me up...:
'Dance of the Knights' by Prokofiev, my favorite classical maestro
This is just a bit about myself....: Born and raised in Waterbury, by a loving Mother and Father, who always only wished the best for me, who pushed to strive me to go further and further with my intellect. They discovered I was a prodigy when I started reading at the age of four, moving swiftly onto college grade texts at the age of seven. Once I turned the tender age of ten, I was placed into a vast array of programs that boggled and worked the mind, music...string instruments like the violin, and the keys. Chess playing, writing sheet music, dictating mathematics and quantum physics. However my secret love was always for tricks, and games, I constantly longed to know what made the world tick, what broke them, what they feared. It has always been my goal, my challenge, to constantly push the limits of Mans simple mind, to try and achieve more, to watch them fall like the frail animals they are. When I grew to adulthood, a brief stint in the 'working class' proved terribly dull and uneventful, I needed more...and so I began my studies... it has never been about wealth and good fortune, I live in a Rat infested Asylum for Christ sake... its always only been about my research... care to be my patient?

My Strengths... Intellect, wit, weapons master, clever, master manipulator, Gadgets, fear gas, escape artist, agility, leadership, stealth, swordsmanship, tracking...
My Weaknesses... Well what would be the fun in revealing that? You'll simply have to find out now won't you?

I've always prefered to walk the path of...: Evil I suppose...its always only been in fun and games though, sometimes you just have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet...
When I fight I tend to use....: Fear, fear can break down a mind easily, warp anyone into anything I want... and then I can destroy them.
I always try to look my best...: Green, blacks, and brown... a shroud, like Death... a scythe like the Reaper...

It had always been like this, a waiting game... he didn't mind waiting, not one bit... he was a patient sort of man, very reserved, perhaps that was one of his virtues, one of the few... to the victor goes the spoils, early bird gets the worm, he was a silent predator, cunning, and ruthless, the world was his oyster, and every sentient being within it his loyal often unwilling test subjects, they had to be unwilling... no need studying fear with a willing mind, the results were tumultuous at best. Above him the rain poured from a gaping wound in the sky, spilling forth crystalline tears like sadness at a Sunday funeral, on occassion lighting flashed, sparking dashes of light over a crooked figure bent in the alley, slender and emaciated like a living skeleton swathed in tattered robes of swamp green and brown. From the pooled darkness where his face would have been cloaked by a burlap hood, glowed three menacing emerald eyes... hellish and demonic. And if the good Doctors appearance wasn't frightful enough, one would squeal in fright over the gleaming scythe, a vision of death itself like the embodiement of the reaper pinned neatly along his back. His unfortunate prey for the evening was a young couple, newlyweds his research had told him...Jackson and Diane... sickeningly somewhat like the song, the vision of cheer turned his stomach, watching as they huddled close together moving swiftly under the cover of an umbrella... 'Funeral' the wind hissed, speaking in words only he could hope to understand... and as they passed closely by his alley... he swiftly followed after them...

A shadow had suddenly swept over the couple, screams in pitch darkness, darkening hearts, twisting knots in throats... darkness, and swirling shadows... with a scream Diane suddenly awoke, frantic as she taste a mouthful of dirt... tears and snot streaming down her face, makeup running... fingers sore and bleeding, once more the lightening flashed... she was in a hole... and above her... a gravestone... settled upon it, perched like some demonic springheeled Jack... 'Jackson!' "--Where the ******** is he!? Who are you!? What is this what do you want!?" she cried, "--Coffin, you're in a coffin pet... and... Jack..." he hissed, speaking the word like it was not one mentioned in polite society... "--He lies not but 5 feet from you..." a pause again, and a hideous smile from behind his gas mask... "--Buried alive... can't you hear his screams?" and when she listened closely she could... muffled, distant, and weak, shrieks of pure terror, of anger, the skrtch of nails along wood as he fought to free himself from his tiny prison... "--Oh my god, oh my god..." instantly she began to hyperventalate... and while she panicked unable to move... drugged... he studied it all, jotting down notes casually as he glanced to others... hired help, "--Bury her..."

[[Yes! I RP, please consult me whenever you wish...]]

"--Working stiff fashion, simply does not suit me...refinery, consider it a middle name..."

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"--Gods I love to tamper with them, what precious little playthings these people are, like silly little dolls...they are meaningless, but with my help...I give them purpose..."

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"--With a mind like mine, the world is small...so very teenie and convenient, from the four corners I can see it all, I can know everything...this city is minute, trivial, and it, and everything inside belongs to me...and only me..."

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"--When the world finally ends, it won't go out in a bang, but a whimper...and I will be the one to silence it, laughing...Thank you Gotham, its been a wonderful Game..."




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Femme Feral Report | 08/22/2016 1:58 pm
Femme Feral
}{ Hey,m sorry I haven't be able to be on and active more. Work has been.... well.... extremely stressful as of late. It's as if people forget common decency when they go to a Hotel. And that's also the staff! I'll be sure to get some replies your way. I can't access Gaia at work due to it being blocked on the work computers, but I'll get to it. <3
Princess Arcee Report | 08/21/2016 9:22 am
Princess Arcee
I'm doing okay, been working a bunch and just got over a 24 hour bug ;.;
Vengeance of Night Report | 08/20/2016 11:31 pm
Vengeance of Night
[ I saw your post, I realize where you're coming from. Whether it being all of your accounts deactivated, I wish you good fortune to whatever you decide on doing. In my view: since the fall of my being here back half a decade ago, you were one of the newcomers. Now, you're a fully pledged 'RP veteran' for Gaia. I don't expect of you doing any less of what you've been thinking about recently, considering how long you've been here. Nonetheless, since my return you were one of the few that I reconnected with in this vast void that is the DC Rping community. It might not be so active right now, but I suppose people will come around. I hope they do 'cause I'm planning to stay for a while, and I wouldn't know if I can continue if I didn't have a few good Rogues to stop and lockup every once in a while.
Princess Arcee Report | 06/16/2016 1:35 pm
Princess Arcee
(It's fine and I'm doing well <3 how are you doing?)
Princess Arcee Report | 06/16/2016 1:17 pm
Princess Arcee
The Duchess hummed a tune softly to herself. She didn't really feel remorse at the soon-to-be loss of Mr Sawamoto. After all, she had seen his type. She knew what they were like. A blight on society and the women of Gotham. No one would mourn his loss, except perhaps his family in Japan who had no idea what kind of degenerate their son had become. Smiling, Duchess handed her notes to Scarecrow to allow him to see. Her handwriting was neat, but she had a girlish tendency to loop her letters a bit. ...at least she didn't dot her i's with hearts. That would have been weird, even for her.

Hmmm'ing softly, Duchess placed her hands behind her back and then nodded towards St. Bastien's. "How about a sort of picnic? I need to go change, of course, but let's say we meet up at that lovely place in an hour and a half. I'll bring a basket and after we eat, you can show me around and explain what the rooms were used for and such. I imagine there's all sorts of old treasures left behind!" Turning to look at Scarecrow, she cast him a playful grin. Tucking her notes into the labcoat pocket, she slipped it off and carefully handed it to him for him to return to his lab. Also, because if she got held up anywhere, she didn't want those notes to incriminate her! "Besides, going home to change gives me a chance to pack. So I'll meet you at the entrance to dear St. Bastien's and it'll be a date! See you in a few~" and then she was gone, running like Cinderella into the darkness at midnight, her gown she was still wearing from the earlier party trailing behind her.

Arcee giggled to herself. Her cheeks were flushed and she easily hailed a cab once near the road and went back to her apartment. Her mind was still in a muddle. Was she really doing this? Yes.. yes she was. Trying to rational it to herself, this way she could make money- easier and safer than patching up dear old Oswald's men. But- could one ever truly be safe working with Scarecrow? She thought so. Maybe. But it was a quicker path to her dream of dancing on stage. After paying for the cab, she continued inside her home and continued to think as she showered. It was dangerous what she was doing, but she knew that. She wasn't a complete idiot. But her dream was important to her. Important enough that she would break the law. There was still that annoying whisper that hissed in the back of her mind that she was 'pulling a Harley Quinn' but- she wasn't! She wouldn't get that... stupid. The few times she met Harley, she seemed like a nice enough girl, if a little loopy, but personally, Arcee felt that Harley had thrown her life away. But then again, who was she to judge? Sighing, Arcee pulled on clean clothes, settling on a black sweater, black knee length pleated skirt, and black thigh-high stockings. As she pulled on her black ballet flats, she couldn't help but to burst into giggles. She was dressing like she was going to a funeral. But then a sobering thought flittered across her mind as she realized that it could all be true- a funeral for herself, if she wasn't careful.
Femme Feral Report | 06/10/2016 3:19 pm
Femme Feral
Posted~ Sorry, she started freaking out. XD;;
Femme Feral Report | 06/07/2016 6:19 am
Femme Feral
I'll try to post tomorrow.. Work wiped me out today.
Princess Arcee Report | 06/05/2016 3:02 pm
Princess Arcee
The Duchess gave him a mock pout as he addressed her. Faced a fear- bah! She wouldn't admit that just being- well, here, was giving her a slight fright. After all, Scarecrow wasn't exactly mentally stable (but then who really was? after all, they all lived in Gotham) and there was always an off chance that he might suddenly turn on her. But wasn't that the way most of the world worked? People using people to better their own means and who cared about the collateral damage? Her lips pursed tightly and she rubbed her arms to ward off the chill night air.

Quietly watching, Duchess smiled a bit as Crane talked about retirement. Would he ever truly retire? She didn't think so. He was too addicted to his work. And as he spoke about retirement, she immediately curled her lip at the thought of retirement in the Bahamas. No, she wouldn't go there. Much too hot and she burned easily. But a castle sounded lovely! How romantic! She could make picnics for them on nice days and- wait, why was she thinking about retiring with Dr Crane?! The poor girl's cheeks flamed crimson and she looked away quickly.

Giving a jolt, the Duchess looked up as she was called and she quickly pulled out her little clipboard and began to jot down notes. Foolish of her to get caught up in her thoughts. Ah well, it did muffle out the sound of screaming. Speaking of sound.. it was loud and she hoped it didn't bring any unwanted notice. But she trusted everything was fine. Humming a soft tune, she continued to make notes, detailing how Mr Sawamoto seemed not-too-pleased with the bugs. In fact, he didn't even seem to be noticed he was being buried- until the dirt hit his face!
Femme Feral Report | 06/01/2016 2:02 am
Femme Feral
Femme Feral Report | 05/27/2016 11:10 am
Femme Feral
Replied, sorry it's so small. I needed to actually get the cops in there XD lol
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