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Post by Crispis Cosgood on Sept 29, 2020 12:06:05 GMT
CRISPIS COSGOOD
FULL NAME: Crispis Cosgood
CODENAME: The Overlord
FACE CLAIM: Declan McKenna
AGE: 17
CATEGORY: non-powered
TEAM: Unaligned
ALIGNMENT: Villain
CODENAME: The Overlord
FACE CLAIM: Declan McKenna
AGE: 17
CATEGORY: non-powered
TEAM: Unaligned
ALIGNMENT: Villain
Personal
SEXUALITY: Don't just put yes.
GENDER: Evil
PRONOUNS: Milord/Master/Dark Lord/Dark Master/Sire
ETHNICITY: Anglo-Saxon
GENDER: Evil
PRONOUNS: Milord/Master/Dark Lord/Dark Master/Sire
ETHNICITY: Anglo-Saxon
Double Life
ABILITIES: N/A
SKILLS:
Evil Genius ~
Bot-ily Harm ~ Trained the art of crafting diabolical machines and weapons by his predecessor, this would-be dark lord is surprisingly apt in the field of robotics. His machines are inelegant, and have a tendency of backfiring, but they are no less dangerous. Horrific amalgamations of steel and wires, with blades that cut and hoses of hellfire. Mechanical abominations are his forte
Death Metalurgy
Slaughterhouse
WEAKNESSES:
Dark Lord Delinquent:
This is the place to list and explain weaknesses. They're required to have them to balance their abilities and skills out. And don't just put 'terrible fashion sense' for Pete's sake.
SKILLS:
Evil Genius ~
Bot-ily Harm ~ Trained the art of crafting diabolical machines and weapons by his predecessor, this would-be dark lord is surprisingly apt in the field of robotics. His machines are inelegant, and have a tendency of backfiring, but they are no less dangerous. Horrific amalgamations of steel and wires, with blades that cut and hoses of hellfire. Mechanical abominations are his forte
Death Metalurgy
Slaughterhouse
WEAKNESSES:
Dark Lord Delinquent:
This is the place to list and explain weaknesses. They're required to have them to balance their abilities and skills out. And don't just put 'terrible fashion sense' for Pete's sake.
Appearance
GENERAL: Crispis is a meek and truly pathetic looking creature whenever he’s out of costume. He slouches and slumps, with a timid and almost decrepit posture, clearly dismissive and skittish in interacting with others. He is slender and somewhat scrawny, with very little in the form of muscle mass. His skin is an unhealthy tone of pale, like a vampire, it would seem to most as though he’d never once in his lifetime ever seen the light of day. This is true, to an extent, because he actively avoids sunlight, hissing in disgust of its magnanimous glow. Overall, his appearance is quite comparable to a snake, oily and quite angry looking, like a frightened viper ready to strike at any moment. Soft spoken, and of few words, what few comments he makes are usually bitter and venomous, cold and horrible words spat out through a metaphorically forked tongue. His eyes are dark and dull, and are actually quite menacing. With a cold glare that usually just says “leave me alone... Or else.” His hair is black as tar, with a naturally oily look if unwashed. It usually hangs swept over his right eye, hovering just above a never ending frown. A tiny scowl which speaks only of tiny morbid disappointments, often twisting into a full on snarl when under duress or when he’s just plain pissed off. His clothing is of little significance to him, though it’s often dark and angry looking. All together he looks like a creep, a very shy and reclusive creep.
COSTUME: It is not a costume, it is his dreams, his aspirations, his very being. The Overlord is what he is, it’s all he wants, the mask is his face, the robes are his skin, the gadgets and weapons are his fingers. Crispis Cosgood, the creep mentioned above is the true costume, one which he very much despises. He hates his face, he hates his body, he hates everything about his “fake-self”. It makes him weak, it makes him cowardly and pathetic. The mask he wears, a snarling fanged mouth, it gives him courage. It lets him express himself, it lets him be who he truly is. His mask is sacred to him. It is a thin metal, scratched and worn, with it’s eye a triangular slit glowing bright red like fire. The shape of the slit makes that eye look forever furious, which is precisely the intent. The left eye is bulbous, with a similar red glow. A large red circle, with a bit of gold around it taking the shape oh a monocle, not because he has poor vision, only because monocles are a villainous trope. Finally, the mask slopes into three snarling fangs, sharp triangles looming over a black void. Underneath are an opposing pair of twin fangs, forming his lower teeth, the entire face looking somewhat like a Jack-o-Lantern. A purple hood is wrapped tightly around his mask, such that no skin shall ever be exposed. He has two metal pauldrons over his shoulders, and a purple cape which slumps over his chest and down his back. His arms appear to be mechanical, but are in fact long strips of plate metal lining from his shoulders down to his wrist. Finally, he’s decked out in various spikes and studded bracelets, in an attempt to look as thuggish and evil as possible.
COSTUME: It is not a costume, it is his dreams, his aspirations, his very being. The Overlord is what he is, it’s all he wants, the mask is his face, the robes are his skin, the gadgets and weapons are his fingers. Crispis Cosgood, the creep mentioned above is the true costume, one which he very much despises. He hates his face, he hates his body, he hates everything about his “fake-self”. It makes him weak, it makes him cowardly and pathetic. The mask he wears, a snarling fanged mouth, it gives him courage. It lets him express himself, it lets him be who he truly is. His mask is sacred to him. It is a thin metal, scratched and worn, with it’s eye a triangular slit glowing bright red like fire. The shape of the slit makes that eye look forever furious, which is precisely the intent. The left eye is bulbous, with a similar red glow. A large red circle, with a bit of gold around it taking the shape oh a monocle, not because he has poor vision, only because monocles are a villainous trope. Finally, the mask slopes into three snarling fangs, sharp triangles looming over a black void. Underneath are an opposing pair of twin fangs, forming his lower teeth, the entire face looking somewhat like a Jack-o-Lantern. A purple hood is wrapped tightly around his mask, such that no skin shall ever be exposed. He has two metal pauldrons over his shoulders, and a purple cape which slumps over his chest and down his back. His arms appear to be mechanical, but are in fact long strips of plate metal lining from his shoulders down to his wrist. Finally, he’s decked out in various spikes and studded bracelets, in an attempt to look as thuggish and evil as possible.
Personality
Crispis Cosgood acts accordingly in the mannerisms befit of a dark lord of all evil. So, he says. What this means is anyone’s guess, honestly. He flip flops on the meaning of “proper evil” on an almost hourly basis. But... Is not that kind of chaos the meaning of evil? Pure chaotic destruction and deconstruction? To him, evil is everything. Evil is the Overlord’s bread and butter, his monthly magazine subscription
Paint us a picture of how they act, behave, etc. Include their likes and dislikes. Tell us what makes them tick, what motivates them. Tell us all about their mind! If they have a mental illness, you may include that here (Note: a mental illness isn't a personality, we're not stating that it is). At least TWO paragraphs.
History
Once upon a time... That’s how all stupid fairytales go, isn’t it? And it all ends the same, with sunshine, rainbows, and tinkling niceness.... Blegh. Nay, this... This is no fairytale! This is a dark legend. A tale of evil, of woe and strife and other... Mean... Sounding... Words?
Buckle your paints, and hold on to your butts for the winding road of this terrible tale begins before our
The twisted fairytale of Crispis Cosgood is one of woe, and strife. The tale of an Overlord, a tyrant and a bastion of evil. Buckle up buckaroos, as I spin a tale of death! Of devastation!
Stiff stuff stuff
God my writing process is a mess
Youngest son
Legend says, old Cuthbert was smashed to death. A rather grisly altercation with some masked hero (go figure), which humorously resulted in a boulder flattening him like a big evil pancake.
Crispis was crushed.... (Evidently, not as crushed as old Cuthbert)
Oh, the irony. Cuthbert was the wretched psychotic glue which held the family together
He has no friends, he despises his family, he is alone with a glorious and nefarious mission. To bring pain, suffering, and ruination to the world. To establish a dark domain, and reign in hopelessness and hellfire from above.
Give us some information on their lives prior to them joining the site. At least TWO paragraphs. Tell us their stories. How'd they grow up? When did they get their powers and how, are they emotionally sound? And when I ask emotionally sound, I'm not talking about whether they're an audio manipulator. When you're writing this, ask yourself what other people would want to know about your character.
Player
OOC NAME: Mr. Scarecrow
PRONOUNS: He/Him
OTHER CHARACTERS: Francis Fortunato
SOURCE: I was Shanghai’d by Anna!
PRONOUNS: He/Him
OTHER CHARACTERS: Francis Fortunato
SOURCE: I was Shanghai’d by Anna!
credit to Laura of Adox
