kain9998
10-30-2010, 09:46 AM
Hey everybody.
So over on Batman Before Dawn I play the Scarecrow. He's a bit different then most, I want your opinions on this version of him. Keep in mind his past is meant to be far different then the original.
Ok, Crane used to be a janito at Arkham, and eventually became a Doctor there. He treated many, many Arkham inmates before the Batman showed up, and even a little while after. One day he had to treat the Joker, who he saw as a challenge. The Joker was obviously stubborn, and got inside Crane;s head and found out what he feared, even though it was usually Crane who found out what the inmates feared instead.
Joker sent some of his guys on the outside to kill Crane's wife, which was his biggest fear at the time. When Crane returned home that night, his wife was found dead on the floor, covered in blood.
After that, Crane went mad. He hated Joker. He wanted to get revenge. Joker was a funny guy, who based his killings around his personality. Crane became the exact opposite. He became the symbol of fear. He devoloped a small ammount of his fear toxin, and carried it on him at all times. Here is a small fan-fic I titled Master of Fear. It's his very first killing. Please, please tell me what you think.
The Master of Fear:
Charley Dixon was a Arkham Employee. He made good money. He supported himself, had a few dates here and there, and bought a little something to drink every now and then. Charley was your average Joe in Gotham.
One thing that made him a bad guy was his drug addiction. After only a few months of popping pills, Arkham did a blood test on all of the guards and doctors. Charley, obviously, lost his job soon after. Once he was given the boot, he went to moving into his friends apartment while he searched for another job to support himself.
After a month had passed, Charley was about to get a job as a store clerk. His first day on the job was Monday of next week, and he had two days to prepare his sleeping schedule for the one he would soon need.
On Saturday morning, Charley read over his weekly copy of the paper. A picture of Johnathan Crane was off to the side of the main subject, and above his picture it read in bold print: Crane Missing.
Crane was appraised for his work. He treated many Arkham patients quickly, curing them from their insanity. Nobody knew how he did it. All's Charley knew was that Crane was a pretty nice fellow, though he was also kind of strange. He always said things about finding out what a person is afraid of, and then getting rid of their fears. Always fear, that's all he would talk about.
Charley read over the paper. It mentioned the newest patient: Joker. Crane had done a interview with him just before he went missing. It said Crane's wife was found dead on the ground in their apartment. Some of Crane's clothes were missing, but the place also looked trashed, so it was hard telling if it was from a break-in, or if Crane had gone off the deep end himself. Charley heard things about Joker. He heard a lot of things. Most of them too horrible to be made up.
Charley ate his lunch in silence. The whole time the face on the paper stared at him, not smiling, not frowning... just blank, emotionless. "Damn thing." he muttered, flipping the paper over as he stood from his seat at the small wooden table. He walked over to the kitchen counter and washed the dishes, glancing back at the paper every now and then. He didn't know why, but something really bugged him about that picture.
Charley went through his day with ease. Nothing really happened that was important, and it was pretty slow. Most of it involved him watching TV. When his friend came home from work later that night, he got dressed for bed and went to the couch to sleep. It didn't take a very long time for him to be out, because his friend was also rather tired, and didn't cause any distractions.
-2 Hours Later-
"Wake up Charley." a voice whispered in Charley's sleep. It sounded distant, like it didn't have a body to talk out of, coming and going with the wind. Charley stirred a little, then shook his head back and forth ever so slightly. He felt different, like he had been moved. Was he sitting up? Charley opened his eyes slightly. Everything was so blurry, and hard to make out. He wanted to move his hands to rub his eyes, but he couldn't. They didn't budge. It actually hurt to try and move them, like something was cutting into his wrists. His eyes widened and his environment became more clear as his head became slightly less foggy. Everything was black around him. A single light hung over his head, creaking slightly back and forth in a strange manner.
Charley looked around for the whisper in the darkness, but there was no sign of anybody. Suddenly, two hands came down on his shoulders and he jumped. A creepy, raspy voice whispered in his ear "Did you have a good dream, Charley?" and waited. When Charley didn't respond the voice chuckled and said "Or did you have a nightmare...?"
Charley struggled again against the binds that wrapped around his wrists. No use. He scowled and tried to look back. A pair of bony hands was all he could see, along with a little brown cloth that hung from the man's wrists.
"Your angry." the voice snickered. "Yes, very angry. Not to worry, though. Soon your anger will turn to desperation, because you have no idea where you are, or why you are here. You have no idea who I am or why I picked you of all people. You don't want to know, part of you doesn't anyways. Part of you longs for those days as a guard at Arkham, back when you had the right to hold a rifle. Most of all, however, your afraid. Your afraid of me, of this place, of what may happen to you. Are you going to die? Are you going to be raped? Who is this mad man? Don't worry, I know the feeling. In fact, I am a specialist when it comes to fear."
Charley's eyes widened and he whispered "C-Crane...?"
"No." the voice said, almost in a disgusted tone. "This has nothing to do with that Crane. He isn't here right now. He's in the past, a ghost, if you will. No... I am the Scarecrow, Master of Fear."
Charley tried again to see the man behind him, but it was no use. Eventually, Scarecrow stepped around in front of him to reveal himself. He had tattered, slightly freaky clothing, along with a stitched up mask that resembled that of, what else, a Scarecrow. The stitches lined up into a twisted smile. On the top of his head was a brown hat, which also resembled his name.
Scarecrow laughed eerily and backed into the shadows, becoming cloaked in the darkness. Charley watched unwillingly, cringing at the pain as he tried yet again to pull away. Eventually, Scarecrow came back out of the shadows. He held out his hand towards Charley, looking as though his palm would press to his face. Charley was a bit confused by this action, but was still too frightened. "I hear you have a drug addiction, Charley. Get a load of these drugs. I'll send you on a acid trip you soon won't forget."
Suddenly, a white/green mist shot from Scarecrow's glove and Charley started to cough. What on earth was that? Why would somebody gas him like that? He shook his head and gasped.
Suddenly, spiders were all over the place. Snakes followed behind, slithering quickly. The spiders crawled up Charley's legs, and it was almost as though he could feel them doing so. The snakes spiraled their way up as well, and Charley let out a loud scream. Scarecrow laughed in the distance, and it now sounded like a loud roar instead of a laugh. Bats flew out of the darkness and Charley could have sworn he heard his fathers voice telling him about his mothers tragic death back when he was only twelve years old, sounding as though it was right there next to him. Charley's eye's closed as he shook his head frantically. "No! No! NO!!!" he screamed. "No! Stop it Crane!"
"Stop what?" Crane growled in the distance. Suddenly, Charley was now sitting in a black chair in a desert full of grey sand and black, dead, rotting trees. "I'm not doing anything. After all... they are your fears, not mine."
Charley struggled for words. "W-Why are you...?"
"Because I want to see you suffer Charley." Scarecrow laughed maniacally. "You have no idea how long I have waited for somebody like you. A tough guard who thinks they know everything there is to know. Luckily, you were fired... so it would be easier to capture you. Don't worry, the only people who miss you will be the drug dealers."
Scarecrow was now stalking towards Charley. He held a large broadsword in his right hand, and when he reached Charley, he held it up over his head, then brought it down...
Scarecrow slid his knife across Charley's throat, watching as Charley choked to death on his own blood. He smiled and watched with pleasure, feeling slightly like a little kid all over again. Nobody would find out. Nobody would miss him. It was a perfect kill. "One down..." Crane's normal voice whispered through his mask.
If you wish to join the site, then by all means. We are all looking for new players. There are MANY characters open for you all. Here is the link in case anybody does: http://z7.invisionfree.com/Batman_Before_Dawn/index.php?showtopic=129
So over on Batman Before Dawn I play the Scarecrow. He's a bit different then most, I want your opinions on this version of him. Keep in mind his past is meant to be far different then the original.
Ok, Crane used to be a janito at Arkham, and eventually became a Doctor there. He treated many, many Arkham inmates before the Batman showed up, and even a little while after. One day he had to treat the Joker, who he saw as a challenge. The Joker was obviously stubborn, and got inside Crane;s head and found out what he feared, even though it was usually Crane who found out what the inmates feared instead.
Joker sent some of his guys on the outside to kill Crane's wife, which was his biggest fear at the time. When Crane returned home that night, his wife was found dead on the floor, covered in blood.
After that, Crane went mad. He hated Joker. He wanted to get revenge. Joker was a funny guy, who based his killings around his personality. Crane became the exact opposite. He became the symbol of fear. He devoloped a small ammount of his fear toxin, and carried it on him at all times. Here is a small fan-fic I titled Master of Fear. It's his very first killing. Please, please tell me what you think.
The Master of Fear:
Charley Dixon was a Arkham Employee. He made good money. He supported himself, had a few dates here and there, and bought a little something to drink every now and then. Charley was your average Joe in Gotham.
One thing that made him a bad guy was his drug addiction. After only a few months of popping pills, Arkham did a blood test on all of the guards and doctors. Charley, obviously, lost his job soon after. Once he was given the boot, he went to moving into his friends apartment while he searched for another job to support himself.
After a month had passed, Charley was about to get a job as a store clerk. His first day on the job was Monday of next week, and he had two days to prepare his sleeping schedule for the one he would soon need.
On Saturday morning, Charley read over his weekly copy of the paper. A picture of Johnathan Crane was off to the side of the main subject, and above his picture it read in bold print: Crane Missing.
Crane was appraised for his work. He treated many Arkham patients quickly, curing them from their insanity. Nobody knew how he did it. All's Charley knew was that Crane was a pretty nice fellow, though he was also kind of strange. He always said things about finding out what a person is afraid of, and then getting rid of their fears. Always fear, that's all he would talk about.
Charley read over the paper. It mentioned the newest patient: Joker. Crane had done a interview with him just before he went missing. It said Crane's wife was found dead on the ground in their apartment. Some of Crane's clothes were missing, but the place also looked trashed, so it was hard telling if it was from a break-in, or if Crane had gone off the deep end himself. Charley heard things about Joker. He heard a lot of things. Most of them too horrible to be made up.
Charley ate his lunch in silence. The whole time the face on the paper stared at him, not smiling, not frowning... just blank, emotionless. "Damn thing." he muttered, flipping the paper over as he stood from his seat at the small wooden table. He walked over to the kitchen counter and washed the dishes, glancing back at the paper every now and then. He didn't know why, but something really bugged him about that picture.
Charley went through his day with ease. Nothing really happened that was important, and it was pretty slow. Most of it involved him watching TV. When his friend came home from work later that night, he got dressed for bed and went to the couch to sleep. It didn't take a very long time for him to be out, because his friend was also rather tired, and didn't cause any distractions.
-2 Hours Later-
"Wake up Charley." a voice whispered in Charley's sleep. It sounded distant, like it didn't have a body to talk out of, coming and going with the wind. Charley stirred a little, then shook his head back and forth ever so slightly. He felt different, like he had been moved. Was he sitting up? Charley opened his eyes slightly. Everything was so blurry, and hard to make out. He wanted to move his hands to rub his eyes, but he couldn't. They didn't budge. It actually hurt to try and move them, like something was cutting into his wrists. His eyes widened and his environment became more clear as his head became slightly less foggy. Everything was black around him. A single light hung over his head, creaking slightly back and forth in a strange manner.
Charley looked around for the whisper in the darkness, but there was no sign of anybody. Suddenly, two hands came down on his shoulders and he jumped. A creepy, raspy voice whispered in his ear "Did you have a good dream, Charley?" and waited. When Charley didn't respond the voice chuckled and said "Or did you have a nightmare...?"
Charley struggled again against the binds that wrapped around his wrists. No use. He scowled and tried to look back. A pair of bony hands was all he could see, along with a little brown cloth that hung from the man's wrists.
"Your angry." the voice snickered. "Yes, very angry. Not to worry, though. Soon your anger will turn to desperation, because you have no idea where you are, or why you are here. You have no idea who I am or why I picked you of all people. You don't want to know, part of you doesn't anyways. Part of you longs for those days as a guard at Arkham, back when you had the right to hold a rifle. Most of all, however, your afraid. Your afraid of me, of this place, of what may happen to you. Are you going to die? Are you going to be raped? Who is this mad man? Don't worry, I know the feeling. In fact, I am a specialist when it comes to fear."
Charley's eyes widened and he whispered "C-Crane...?"
"No." the voice said, almost in a disgusted tone. "This has nothing to do with that Crane. He isn't here right now. He's in the past, a ghost, if you will. No... I am the Scarecrow, Master of Fear."
Charley tried again to see the man behind him, but it was no use. Eventually, Scarecrow stepped around in front of him to reveal himself. He had tattered, slightly freaky clothing, along with a stitched up mask that resembled that of, what else, a Scarecrow. The stitches lined up into a twisted smile. On the top of his head was a brown hat, which also resembled his name.
Scarecrow laughed eerily and backed into the shadows, becoming cloaked in the darkness. Charley watched unwillingly, cringing at the pain as he tried yet again to pull away. Eventually, Scarecrow came back out of the shadows. He held out his hand towards Charley, looking as though his palm would press to his face. Charley was a bit confused by this action, but was still too frightened. "I hear you have a drug addiction, Charley. Get a load of these drugs. I'll send you on a acid trip you soon won't forget."
Suddenly, a white/green mist shot from Scarecrow's glove and Charley started to cough. What on earth was that? Why would somebody gas him like that? He shook his head and gasped.
Suddenly, spiders were all over the place. Snakes followed behind, slithering quickly. The spiders crawled up Charley's legs, and it was almost as though he could feel them doing so. The snakes spiraled their way up as well, and Charley let out a loud scream. Scarecrow laughed in the distance, and it now sounded like a loud roar instead of a laugh. Bats flew out of the darkness and Charley could have sworn he heard his fathers voice telling him about his mothers tragic death back when he was only twelve years old, sounding as though it was right there next to him. Charley's eye's closed as he shook his head frantically. "No! No! NO!!!" he screamed. "No! Stop it Crane!"
"Stop what?" Crane growled in the distance. Suddenly, Charley was now sitting in a black chair in a desert full of grey sand and black, dead, rotting trees. "I'm not doing anything. After all... they are your fears, not mine."
Charley struggled for words. "W-Why are you...?"
"Because I want to see you suffer Charley." Scarecrow laughed maniacally. "You have no idea how long I have waited for somebody like you. A tough guard who thinks they know everything there is to know. Luckily, you were fired... so it would be easier to capture you. Don't worry, the only people who miss you will be the drug dealers."
Scarecrow was now stalking towards Charley. He held a large broadsword in his right hand, and when he reached Charley, he held it up over his head, then brought it down...
Scarecrow slid his knife across Charley's throat, watching as Charley choked to death on his own blood. He smiled and watched with pleasure, feeling slightly like a little kid all over again. Nobody would find out. Nobody would miss him. It was a perfect kill. "One down..." Crane's normal voice whispered through his mask.
If you wish to join the site, then by all means. We are all looking for new players. There are MANY characters open for you all. Here is the link in case anybody does: http://z7.invisionfree.com/Batman_Before_Dawn/index.php?showtopic=129