Post by Killer Croc on Dec 1, 2011 14:26:16 GMT -5
Real Name: Waylon Jones
Alias: Killer Croc
Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 686 lbs
Personality: To start off, the most prominent trait of Killer Croc is the fact that the only thing differenciating him from an animal is the ability to speak, other then that he is but an animal that lives by his instincts, preying on the weak and establishing a domain where he reigns and is quite hostile to those that try to step on his territory. He had long since forsakened his humanity, choosing to follow the path that his more animalistic side called for, not regretting the decision one bit and not living by the laws of humans. People and other animals to him are merely food, or rather, hunks meat walking around and just waiting for him to feast upon and always saying in delight "Tick!.....Tock!", just before he attacks and feasts upon his prey. His sadistic human side is displayed with this little childish quote, but he really doesn't even consider himself human and makes sure to punish those that mistake him for one.
One of the other things that make him human is the rage and hatred he feels towards certain people, them being the few that get Croc to talk to them just before he attacks. This is mostly out of a lust for revenge... Batman and Bane are the ones on the top of his list: the Bat for beating him and throwing him in Arkham, which he will never let go and seeks to feast upon his flesh, and then there's Bane, his rival. He himself does not know but he always has to confront the other so as to measure his strength with the man, so it's probably a matter of asserting his position as the strongest.
History:
Waylon had a tough life and if he had some support, then maybe he wouldn't have turned out the way he did... His mother died giving birth to him and his father pretty much abandoned him, not wanting a monster for a son. The boy suffered from a rather strange condition, a form of regressive atavism that granted him the appearance and physical characteristics of a reptile. He was raised by his aunt, that did it out of pity and as a last favor to her sister, but she had a drinking problem so his upbringing was less then suitable and the household was less then ideial. To make matters worse, he was a social pariah among his peers, ridiculed and often bullied because of the way he looked. He was all alone in the world, no one caring about him and no friendly shoulder to cry on. The scorn and fury towards others began to grow and it fueled the animalistic side of him, that by itself was great due to his condition that affected him mentally as well.
When he finally reached adulthood, Waylon decided it was time to leave that dreadful place and found work as a crocodile wrestler, for obvious reasons, becoming a main attraction and addopting the name that would forever become the only one he'd ever accept... "Killer Croc". It was all good and well, since the attention he drew filled his pockets, but he started to realize that his inhuman strength would be put to a much better use, one that could make him rich, so he decided to devote himself to a life of crime. He commited quite a few crimes, including murder, until he was stopped by the notorious Batman who used his wits to beat the scally behemoth and get sent to Arkham Asylum, a place Croc would forever hate due to the fact that it was there where he was submitted to intensive shock therapy, which further brought out the monster in him.
Now Killer Croc, after breaking out of Arkham Asylum thanks to other criminals, roams the sewers of Gotham, preying upon those stupid enough to even step foot in his domain and with a burning rage against the man that had put him in that godforsaken place. He vowed to someday eat him alive, stating that it was only a matter of time. Tick... Tock...
Likes:
-Meat
-The thought of eating the Bat
-Murdering Arkham Asylum Staff
-Feasting
-Making fun of Cash for biting his hand off
-Threatening people
-Saying "Tick...Tock..."
-Play with his "food"
Dislikes:
-Shock Collars
-Batman
-Bane
-Other Villains
-Being stared at
-Arkham Asylum
-Shrinks talking to him
-Therapy Sessions
RP Sample:
Arkham Asylum... House to the most ville and psychotic criminals, Gotham as ever seen. This criminals are sent here because they committed the most atrocious things and are basically nut jobs.
A loud growl echoed through out the walls of that godforsaken place. It was a howl of fury that would make demons run like hell. Following the howl was the sound of bars being torn apart by an unstoppable force, crashing against the stone walls of Arkham.
The sounds were coming from the maximum security wing, the place were the dangerous of the most dangerous were thrown to rot.
It appeared that Killer Croc was on a rampage as usual... Guards were screaming as they attempted to subdue the monstrous, scaly titan as he rampaged throughout the wing.
Croc let out a growl as he slashed one of the guards, creating a enormous gash in his back, the blood splattering all around the block. The loons rebelled and some even began to root for Croc as he defeated the security teams that tried to stop his rampage. Cash was entering the room, questioning himself as to why no one activated the shock collar on Croc before he began this little rebellion. The guy in charge of doing so was dead and leaned against Croc’s cage. As Croc amused himself by eating one of the corpses, Cash silently made his way to Croc’s cage, making sure he didn’t make enough noise to attract the monster’s attention.
When Cash reached for the pocket of the man, the remote was there, drenched in blood. Although, when he was taking his hand out of the corpse’s pocket, the new guy ran inside the room, grabbing his gun and starting to fire at the behemoth. The bullets ricochet when they hit Croc’s carapace and the hulking beast’s eyes locked onto the newbie first, only then to shift to Cash.
Croc howled as he swiftly charged at Cash, ignoring the shooting from the young guard. Cash pointed the remote at Croc, but as he pressed the button, Croc was already with Cash’s hand in his mouth. When the collar kicked in, Cash had already lost his hand.
The beast felt the searing pain of the electricity that ran through him, that collar was a pain in the ass. Croc stumbled down on the ground, the collar still electrocuting him, after a bit he was out cold.
Alias: Killer Croc
Height: 7' 5"
Weight: 686 lbs
Personality: To start off, the most prominent trait of Killer Croc is the fact that the only thing differenciating him from an animal is the ability to speak, other then that he is but an animal that lives by his instincts, preying on the weak and establishing a domain where he reigns and is quite hostile to those that try to step on his territory. He had long since forsakened his humanity, choosing to follow the path that his more animalistic side called for, not regretting the decision one bit and not living by the laws of humans. People and other animals to him are merely food, or rather, hunks meat walking around and just waiting for him to feast upon and always saying in delight "Tick!.....Tock!", just before he attacks and feasts upon his prey. His sadistic human side is displayed with this little childish quote, but he really doesn't even consider himself human and makes sure to punish those that mistake him for one.
One of the other things that make him human is the rage and hatred he feels towards certain people, them being the few that get Croc to talk to them just before he attacks. This is mostly out of a lust for revenge... Batman and Bane are the ones on the top of his list: the Bat for beating him and throwing him in Arkham, which he will never let go and seeks to feast upon his flesh, and then there's Bane, his rival. He himself does not know but he always has to confront the other so as to measure his strength with the man, so it's probably a matter of asserting his position as the strongest.
History:
Waylon had a tough life and if he had some support, then maybe he wouldn't have turned out the way he did... His mother died giving birth to him and his father pretty much abandoned him, not wanting a monster for a son. The boy suffered from a rather strange condition, a form of regressive atavism that granted him the appearance and physical characteristics of a reptile. He was raised by his aunt, that did it out of pity and as a last favor to her sister, but she had a drinking problem so his upbringing was less then suitable and the household was less then ideial. To make matters worse, he was a social pariah among his peers, ridiculed and often bullied because of the way he looked. He was all alone in the world, no one caring about him and no friendly shoulder to cry on. The scorn and fury towards others began to grow and it fueled the animalistic side of him, that by itself was great due to his condition that affected him mentally as well.
When he finally reached adulthood, Waylon decided it was time to leave that dreadful place and found work as a crocodile wrestler, for obvious reasons, becoming a main attraction and addopting the name that would forever become the only one he'd ever accept... "Killer Croc". It was all good and well, since the attention he drew filled his pockets, but he started to realize that his inhuman strength would be put to a much better use, one that could make him rich, so he decided to devote himself to a life of crime. He commited quite a few crimes, including murder, until he was stopped by the notorious Batman who used his wits to beat the scally behemoth and get sent to Arkham Asylum, a place Croc would forever hate due to the fact that it was there where he was submitted to intensive shock therapy, which further brought out the monster in him.
Now Killer Croc, after breaking out of Arkham Asylum thanks to other criminals, roams the sewers of Gotham, preying upon those stupid enough to even step foot in his domain and with a burning rage against the man that had put him in that godforsaken place. He vowed to someday eat him alive, stating that it was only a matter of time. Tick... Tock...
Likes:
-Meat
-The thought of eating the Bat
-Murdering Arkham Asylum Staff
-Feasting
-Making fun of Cash for biting his hand off
-Threatening people
-Saying "Tick...Tock..."
-Play with his "food"
Dislikes:
-Shock Collars
-Batman
-Bane
-Other Villains
-Being stared at
-Arkham Asylum
-Shrinks talking to him
-Therapy Sessions
RP Sample:
Arkham Asylum... House to the most ville and psychotic criminals, Gotham as ever seen. This criminals are sent here because they committed the most atrocious things and are basically nut jobs.
A loud growl echoed through out the walls of that godforsaken place. It was a howl of fury that would make demons run like hell. Following the howl was the sound of bars being torn apart by an unstoppable force, crashing against the stone walls of Arkham.
The sounds were coming from the maximum security wing, the place were the dangerous of the most dangerous were thrown to rot.
It appeared that Killer Croc was on a rampage as usual... Guards were screaming as they attempted to subdue the monstrous, scaly titan as he rampaged throughout the wing.
Croc let out a growl as he slashed one of the guards, creating a enormous gash in his back, the blood splattering all around the block. The loons rebelled and some even began to root for Croc as he defeated the security teams that tried to stop his rampage. Cash was entering the room, questioning himself as to why no one activated the shock collar on Croc before he began this little rebellion. The guy in charge of doing so was dead and leaned against Croc’s cage. As Croc amused himself by eating one of the corpses, Cash silently made his way to Croc’s cage, making sure he didn’t make enough noise to attract the monster’s attention.
When Cash reached for the pocket of the man, the remote was there, drenched in blood. Although, when he was taking his hand out of the corpse’s pocket, the new guy ran inside the room, grabbing his gun and starting to fire at the behemoth. The bullets ricochet when they hit Croc’s carapace and the hulking beast’s eyes locked onto the newbie first, only then to shift to Cash.
Croc howled as he swiftly charged at Cash, ignoring the shooting from the young guard. Cash pointed the remote at Croc, but as he pressed the button, Croc was already with Cash’s hand in his mouth. When the collar kicked in, Cash had already lost his hand.
The beast felt the searing pain of the electricity that ran through him, that collar was a pain in the ass. Croc stumbled down on the ground, the collar still electrocuting him, after a bit he was out cold.
