Post by Killer Croc on May 17, 2011 3:54:52 GMT 1
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[/i][/center]The Person
Name: Casey Waylon Jones Or K.C
Age:28
Place of Birth: Jail
Current Place of Residence: Gotham and other residents
Affiliation: Masters of Injustice League of Assassins
Family: Waylon Jones, Titania
Height:8 foot 9
Weight: 950
Appearance: i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo253/thatderangeguy/casey.jpg[/IMG]
Civilian Attire: Torn jeans, cloth wrapped around his wrists.
Personality:
Casey has a personality like both his parents; aggressive, arrogant, very quick to angry and quick to act on impulse. He is sensitive in a way that he doesn’t like when people stare, talk behind his back or call him names. He doesn’t like being told what to do, unless there is a good reason for it. He plays the role of top dog and if anyone steps to him they will find themselves in a fight to the death.
He isn’t one to give up until he physically can move. He is by far a rogue, only being around members of the masters of injustice league and coworkers, even then he doesn’t play nice. He sometimes overreacts and when he gets really mad he doesn’t think straight. He isn’t the brightest crayon in the box but he knows how to kill and stay alive. He likes to see people suffer and kills and hurts people not only to eat but for fun as well.
Likes:
- meat
- killing people
- water
- scaring people
- fighting
Dislikes:
- Batfamily
- heros
- pickles
- Annoying and most people in general
- Loud noises
- Being looked at or called names
The Villain
Codename: K.C, Killer Croc (the second)
Villain Attire: Usually just jeans and maybe a trench coat.
Powers:
Casey has both enhancements from both parents. His mother was given heightened superhuman strength, stamina, and durability. His father had a rare genetic disorder called Atavism, which causes genetic trains to skip back from previous species, the severity case caused him to be dealt with reptilian traits like a crocodilian, passing these fully onto Casey.
These include:
Superhuman strength, he is strong enough to pick up thing nearly 10 times his weight, he has fist that can break through concrete and bend metal. His jaws which bare a biting pressure of over 15,000. And a rock hard body which isn’t easily broken.
Casey has lighting fast reflexes, he might seem lumbering and slow but he has an energy built up and can dart or swing his fists on a dime. He can charge going about 60 miles per hour and the same applies if water. His powerful legs, tail and streamline body swiftly shoot him through water and he can stay hidden under water for about 3 hours without a breath.
He is also highly durable having a thick hide which can’t be pierced with a knife or lower line bullets. He has super large muscles and strong thick bones. He has a quick regeneration healing factor and even can grow limbs back if given enough time. He has the stamina of a rhino; as he never gives in to a fight as the loser.
He has very acute senses of smell, knowing their scent and their current condition; he can smell someone nearly a mile away. He also has pin point hearing, so if you whisper something about him to the guy next to you he might just loose an arm. He has advanced sight, being able to catch the slightest movement or detail. He has binocular vision, night vision and is able to see someone’s face up to half a mile away. He also can feel vibrations in his skin.
Casey is also adapted with razor-sharp claws and teeth, a long tail and a tough, scaly hide which in camouflaged. He has the primal instinct to kill, consume and be the master of the territory. Like a lizard he doesn’t seem to have that mammal like need to be connected, at least he doesn’t show it.
Skills:
His father taught him how to wrestle and trained him to fight competitors and never lose. He uses he whole body as a weapon, not needing anything else but he has adapted to use of large knives and other bladed weapons. Casey is a hunter and stalker by nature and is highly skilled in tracking down and pinning his victim. He learned some for his father but most came by instinct and practice. He is efficient at killing, slaughtering and also takes a hobby in cooking. Don’t ask what’s for dinner.
Special Equipment:Knives.
Weaknesses:
Cold: Having traits of a croc means he suffers from being part cold blooded, he tends to slow down when it’s cold outside. He often travels down south in the winter months.
Intelligent level: Casey is smarter than he looks but he’s far from getting any award. He is smarted than his father for sure
having the level of education as a 7th grader; most of his intellect based on primal instinct and street smarts than books.
Breakable: Casey might be rock hard but even rocks can be smashed. He has no superpowers, immortality or invincibility so he can be killed. He goes by his own rules.
Sensitive: His ears, eyes and nose are all sensitive. He is also emotionally sensitive, Casey doesn’t like people making fun of him or to have his feelings hurt. He is sensitive about who he is. He is often very depressed, mentally in pain and has tried to commit suicide before.
Lactose intolerant: Milk products make him ill, dizzy, vomit and give him digestion problems and gas. For the love of god don’t give him cheese!
Criminal Record: Serial Killer, cannibalism, theist, kidnapping, property damage, etc.
Henchmen:None
History:
Casey was born to the villain called Titania. Something happened previous to her powers being taken away and some time after she escaped from the vault. She found herself in need of something, she felt lonely, and not yet finding love she decided her life needed a child. She did not want this child to be normal; being born and growing up a very small person, she didn’t want this to be the fate of her child, even if she was the split side of her former self, she didn’t want to leave it to chance.
After searching, she came upon an underground clinic that had just what she needed, meta human sperm. Although the father was never named, she was insured his DNA as was good as hers was, someone big, strong and powerful. So she underwent the simple operation for several thousands of dollars. After a couple weeks there was no sign of her being pregnant, by then her mind was made up that until she found love, she won’t meddle in the baby making business.
Titania returned to her life style until she returned to her prison, after a losing battle with She-hulk.. It wasn’t until seven months later that they knew she was expecting and ten months later she was ready to burst. Preparations were made and Titania was told she could only keep the baby for only a little while.
On the day of the child’s birth, no one was expecting to see what they did. A large baby boy was born, but with scales and a tail. Titania was furious that she had given birth to a monster. But those big golden eyes got the best of her and she couldn’t abandon him. She contacted the clinic and demanded they tell her who the father was. She was told his name was Waylon Jones.
Casey, though a baby grew every quickly, she kept him for a year and a half and by the time came to take him away he was almost 4 foot tall and weighed close to 100 pounds. He had already draw blood, ripped flesh, and broken a guards leg. Casey was adopted by Arkham Asylum after learning he was the spawn of Killer Croc. There he grew up in the lab and was schooled, not having a friend in the world and little contact with anyone. He became more of a spectacle and a lap pet then a person.
At age ten Casey over stood over the lab techs and was catching on to things that once he was too small to understand. His behavior was one to match both his parents, given the curiosity of a child, he was always getting in trouble and pushing his limits. Being teased and called names by some Arkham staff, he came to hate people quickly. The lab was a lonely and boring place so Casey found fun in escaping and play hunting the staff, his actions became more and more intense. It came to a point where a shock collar was the least his punishment.
He learned that he was different from a young age and that he wasn’t treated like the normal type of person but more of a thing, locked away from the world which didn’t care. He became very sad and depressed because of this and that soon led to anger and a loathing of people. Lack of compassion and kindness lead him down a bitter path as well.
He confronted the techs and his teacher about why his was different and treated different but after lies and the truth of it all he became enraged. His life would change when he got in a fight with his teacher, accidentally breaking his spine when he pushed him into a table. They treated him like a monster and a murderer from then on. He soon believed if they treated such, then he would take that role. The risks as well as the smaller growing living spaces meant Casey had to be move to a larger cell in the Asylum.
The lab was the only place he knew and thus was always terrified of the places outside of it. The horrible stories he was told about murders and crazy people who lived there haunted his nightmares, he had no idea in 20 years he would be one of them. His knowledge of heros and the law was twisted as well and he believed they made these people this way, that the whole place was a place of torture.
Not much is kept secret in a place like Arkham and even though rumors went around about a crocodile like child it was only now that they could see it for their own eyes. Word got to Waylon’s ears, he had been in and out of the place for years, he didn’t believe the idea of a second person alive yet in the same building as him, seeing as his condition was perhaps one in a billion.
A raid broke out one night and several dozen patients escaped. Waylon was curious and tracked down to the place the alleged boy was kept, finding him curled up in the corner. The two met and the seminaries were unmistakable. The idea of possibly having a child didn’t please him but he didn’t want to see the kid suffer the same fate as he did so he took Casey and escaped. Later testing would reveal the truth, they were father and son.
The two connected over their similarities and Waylon took the kid under his wing. Waylon did his best to keep the knowledge of his son under wraps. He taught him all he knew and Casey grew in general knowledge; he taught him how to fight, hunt, hide out, steal, kill and a taste for human. Later Casey would come to surpass Waylon in height, strength and as a monster. After watching Waylon fight off heroes he saw that the people outside of the lab were just the same. His hatred for heroes and people grew.
The first few years out of the lab were spent in and around Gotham living with his father. Being his is mentor, Casey had respect for Waylon but the two were often at each others throats and so they only met time to time. He would make a living of stealing food and robbing stores and lived in sewers under the city, hiding from the world. He constantly looked for a fight so Waylon hooked him up with some old wrestling partners where he soon took on bets for money. But he soon took his anger and will to fight on innocent people and random thugs around the city, fighting off or alluding any challengers he came upon, mostly cops and newly formed heros.
By now he was 16 and one night his behavior got him in a fight with the batman himself. Casey escaped but was targeted several times and later defeated and taken to Arkham where he spend several years. One day he heard news that his father had been killed but a hero, the story was stretchy but Casey blame the batman for his death and vowed to kill him and anyone like him for what they had done to him and his father other the years. He escaped by breaking down the cell wall and slipped into the river, leaving the city all together, not to be seen again for years, rotting in his anger and plots.
After several years, he returned with a vendetta. By then Batman was unseen in the area and had been replaced by several other heroes. He took on the role of Killer Croc and often partners up with others who have the same hatred for the hoard of masked vigilantes as he does, he is a member of the Masters of Injustice. He works as a henchman for anyone who pays well and as a hired killer.
RP Sample:
“Ah, Croc, how are you? I have a job for you. Are you available tonight?” Phone Booth said over the phone. Casey groaned.
“Phone Booth, you bag of shit, you owe me money, and I told you what happens when I don’t get my money! HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO DO YOU A JOB!” He thundered over the phone.
“I’ve been away, I apologized. But you’ll get your money tonight, Mr. Croc, I promise you that.”
“It’s been a month! You lie to me again and I’ll hunt you down and it won’t be pretty! YOU GOT THAT! NO ONE STIFFS ME!!” Casey yelled. He wasn’t happy at all that the man was only reachable by phone and that he didn’t hold up his part of the deal. This had been the third time he had been late or stiffed him over money. Since Casey had no way of finding him, he couldn’t teach him a lesson. He didn’t fully trust he would pull through that time, but he was short of cash.
“Write it down, Ware house 236 on Ninth Street, there is going be a man there, a clown. I hate clowns. The bastard has meddled in my business for too long. I want you to take care of him, make it, funny for him. Make sure you kill everyone, make them suffer.” Phone booth said. “I’ll wire you the money tonight after you give me the word that joker is dead.” The phone clicked.
Casey let out a Gnarl, throwing his fist into the wall. “Piece of shit, I’ll rip his spine from his yellow back if he doesn’t pay me! If I ever find that lowlife there will be hell to pay! What’s it take to get good pay in this dam city!” Casey stomping throw his lair.
Phone Booth was smart, he had an advantage over Croc and Croc had no way to find him. He had been toying with him for months and owed him at least 15 grand for all the work he had done, a killer like Croc wasn’t cheap to hire, especially with such powerful adversaries around. Casey knew the chanced of Phone Booth paying up was 1/3, too much of a risk, he had been taking it too long. But he took the job anyway; at least he would get a meal out of it.
Several hours later-
Derange sat at his laptop on his blue tooth in the other room with his feet up on the desk. “Well it’s not my problem the horses got out. Deal with it, fix it. I’m in Gotham, I don’t have time for this now. Just shake the grain can; gosh Emms use your noggin. Don’t call me for stupid shit again. Hey, did you get the mail, I’m expecting a package. Alright, keep your eyes open for it, see you Friday kiddo. And don’t sleep all gosh dam day, you have chores to do and they better be done when I get home missy.”
There was a sudden knock at the door. “Pizza delivery!!” A stressed voice said loud.
“Pizza, I thought you guys were getting Chinese.” Derange said raising his brow. “Where the hell is Barney, he was suppose to keep watch out front. Someone get the door.”
One of his men opened the door to find Barney flailing and spewing blood out his neck in the clutches of a giant monster. Before he could react the body was shoved onto him and the beast smashed the side of the door entered.
“GRAWR! He roared and grabbed a hold of the man as he tried to run and throw him into the wall with a bone shattering force.
“GRAWR, WHERE IS THE CLOWN!” He shouted as the other men rose up in total fear over the beast. Derange walked out of the other room. “What the hell is goo..” He fell mute over the massive creature covered in blood staring at him. Casey stomped up to Derange.
“I got a message from Phone Booth, your line is being disconnected!” He said pulling his fist back as if to hit him. He watched the tiny clown man screamed like a woman and swore he smelled piss.
“Hey ummm…boys, a little help here!” Derange said backing up quickly grinning away nervously and terrified as all hell at the 8 foot crocman. “Now now, take it easy big fella.” He put his hands up.
“They’re next on the menu! Unless I decided to kill you last. You look more like desert to me!” Croc gave a toothy grin.
”Oh shit, boys… What, wait did you say Phone Booth? HE sent you here? HA HA, how much did he pay you?” he said snickering. Derange had Croc right where he needed him.
Casey looked down at him. “What does it matter to you!” he grumbled taking up a knife of about 2 feet long. “Let’s see if balloons and graffiti come out of you!” He said reaching for Derange.
“Well um, our friend Booth has the audacity to forget to pay his employees. The little prick stood up me and four people I know of. And I take it he will do the same to you, if he hasn’t already.” Derange said now up against a wall. “He thinks he can con people into jobs without pay.”
Casey rose the knife but stopped. “He owes me over 15 grand from a month ago! But He’s paying me tonight.” He grumbled.
“Sounds like a real good job you got there, Croccie. You really think he’s going to pay you for killing little ol meee? HA HA HA” He said putting his hand on his gun just in case.” Tell me, have you ever met this guy in person?”
Casey narrowed his eyes, deep down he knew the truth, that he wouldn’t be getting paid. And if what this clown said was also true then it was more than likely he was just another sucker for Phone Booths con. His father spoke of a clown he worked with a few time, the Joker. Perhaps this clown was alos an ally, maybe he wanted the bats dead as well.
“NO. Are you saying he never paid you either?” Casey grumbled. By now Derange’s men had run in the room with guns aimed as the huge croc’s back.
“Easy boys, I got this under control. We’re just doing a little talkin.” He grinned. “That’s right, I never got my money, nor my friends and word on the street is he hardly ever pills through. I’d kill him myself but I was hoping someone else would do the job, there are a lot of people that want to see him dead. Why take the glory for myself? So, how the hell did someone like you get mixed into fucking Phone Booth?” Derange said, knowing the fact of it; this big guy wasn’t too bright.
“GRAWR! I knew I should have never come here, the meatsack has double crossed me for the last time!”
“Too bad.” Derange frowned. “I bet you really wish you knew who the guy was, so you could knock his block off.”
“IF I EVER FIND HIM, I”LL RIP IS LIMBS OFF AND SCATTER HIS BACK STABBING ASS ALL OVER GOTHAM!” He said slamming his fist into the wall making the whole building shake. He snarled looking down at Derange and held the knife up again.
“Tell you what there Croccie, You let me and my boys live and I’ll do you a little favor, one that will benefit us both. Wanna play?”
In a few minutes-
“Phone Booth, I got the colorful freak right here.” He said laughing deeply. “I thought you would enjoy hearing him plead and squeal like a pig before I gutting him like one.”
“No PLEASE! I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t kill me! I can get you anything you want…” Derange said in a high pitched plead almost sounding like he was crying. Casey looked at Derange.
“I’ll call you right back after I’m done washing my hands of his blood.” He said. Derange up his hands out taking the phone from Casey. He put his finger in front of his lips, shushing everyone in the room and sneeked off to the other room to complete the trace on his location.
25 minutes later-
The area surrounding the smoke shop was dark and quiet. A man in a long coat stood on the opposite wall from the phone booth unaware of the trailer tractor parked behind the store and the bright golden eyes peering from the dark corner several yards away. The phone rang and the man answered and leaned on the inside of the booth.
“Hello Croc, did you complete my task.”
“The job is done! NOW ABOUT MY PAYMENT!” Casey said in a low voice.
“All his men are de...” There was a tap on the window. “Yes one minute!” He said to the person behind him yet didn’t bother to see who it was.
“Dead and unrecognizable. I chewed the clowns face off and used his mask as a napkin. Now where can I find the money?” Casey groaned.
“Good. That’s all I need for you. Good bye.” He said and hung up. “What a sucker.” He said with a laugh hanging up.
“Oh would you like one?” Derange said scooting from behind him holding a gun to him and pulled out a lollipop. “You get a free one every time I kill you!” He said as the man backed up startled and confused. Meanwhile Casey quickly crept behind Phone Booth.
“But but you’re supposed to be dead! I just got a called.. I was told…” He backed up away from the smiling clown as he chuckled.
“What, that I was dead? Must have been a misunderstanding. Maybe Croc here can clear that up for you?” he said cocking his head. “Croc.”
Casey’s put his hand on the man’s shoulder squeezing so he could not escape and the man flushed white. “PHONE BOOTH! SO GLAD I COULD MEAT YOU IN PERSON!” he said thrusting him up against the wall as the man screamed. “GRAWR! YOU BAG OF SHIT, NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF ME!” He snarled showing his massive teeth. The man screams and left a steam of urine down the wall.
“Now, see Mr. Booth, you made a little mistake here; One, you picked Croccie here to do your dirty work and Two, you picked me to convince him you were a lowlife, scum sucking, retarded, piece of shit who thought he could play conartist and frig with the real criminals of Gotham. HA AH AHAHA!” he said.
“Please I’ll pay you both double what I owe.” He gasped, being crushed against the wall.
Casey groaned. “Too late gutsack, Derange is paying me triple just to squeeze every ounce of shit out of your head.” He said and Derange held up a stack of bills, waving it in the air so the man could see it. He set the money on the seat of the phone booth.
“I’ll be in the truck, when you come back we can talk about your future employment, seeing as your previous employed had a server accident today.” He said walking away. “Bye bye Booth, LA LA LA LA LA!” he said walking away.
“No wait please! III… HAWUIhdss”
“GRAWR! Time to gut the PIG! I’M GONNA ENJOY THIS!” Casey said forcing his thumb up into the man’s chest cavity and yanked out his insides. “Time for DINNER!” He then wrapped his jaws around the man’s neck, severing in neck from his body and head, ending it.
“NOBODY FUCKS WITH KILLER CROC AND LIVES!” Casey grumbled.
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