Post by MADAM GRIMM on Sept 11, 2011 18:20:30 GMT -5
SCARECROW
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nicknames: Crow.
i.d.: #24751-001X.
age: Six.
breed: Beauceron.
gender: Male.
pack, gang, loner?: Gang.
which pack/gang?: Sommossa.
voiced by: Roger Jackson. (yes. he's the guy that does the voice for ghostface in scream. c;)
theme song: dead bodies everywhere - korn.
alias: Grimm.
age: 17.
timezone: Florida - Eastern.
read the rules: Doggone.
BASICS
appearance:
(this is just for descriptional purposes as my image doesn't serve well for his entire body.)
Being a beauceron, Scarecrow is a fairly tall canine. Unlike most beaucerons, though, Crow is larger than most. Standing at a massive height of 31 inches, Crow is only 3 inches taller than most male beaucerons. His weight fluxuations, depending on how good the meals he had gotten during that month/week. His coat is the typical coat for a beauceron. Very similar to a rottweiler; black coat, brown markings. As a pup, Crow was used in an experimental program. What those humans had been experimenting for was never told, and anything said about it was unclear. The eye experiments changed his eye colors. Left is brown and red, the right is lime green & blue. His body's muscle mass rarely changes, though when it does change- it changes dramatically. This can either be good or bad.
Spinal experiements destroyed his original spine; and not wanting his prized subject to be walking impared, he replaced Crow's dead spine with a metal one. To give him a more intimidating appearance, the spine is visible from his shoulders to his end of his tail. His ribcage is marked with various scars from several experiments. Due to his severly damaged nerve endings, pain is not something Crow feels very often. From this, Crow's paws, legs, and neck tingle at random moments. Though it doesn't hurt him in any way, it still bothers him. The color of Scarecrow's blood had been altered after several chemical injections. Which injection changed his blood is unknown, though thought to be the same type of chemical that was used to change his eye color. His blood isn't neon, nor does it glow. There is nothing particularily special about the color of his blood despite the fact that it has an 'oily' look to it. His blood is a very dark maroon color, and is at times mistaken to be black.
His most notorious scar on his body is his acid scar. A scar so deep the bones nearly greet you as he passes by. The scar reaches from the right side of his ribcage, to his hip. Hair does not grow on the scar, and the disturbing evidence of what the acid had done to his skin is prominent. Hideous designs on the scar look as if something had began to stretch the skin as far as it could before ripping. Other scars are obvious as well, such as the tail that had a transplant go wrong and had been sewn back on. The bones in his tail no long connect, and so Crow is unable to wag his tail.
personality:
IMMORAL: Crow has no virtues. The ideas of right or wrong are foreign to him. Everything he does is based on his mind's opinion. If he wants to kill, he kills. If he wants to fuck, he fucks. Simple as that. There is nothing in his soul that allows him to understand what is right and what is wrong. Something like that was not taught to him, it wasn't implanted into his brain to give him that goodhearted personality that anyone he happens to pass by has. He was not programmed to help the weak or faint, he was not taught to fight for the fallen, or to give to those in need.
SADISTIC: Scarecrow's his name and pain is his game. With no idea on what morals are, Crow is a free spirit. Knowing only fear in his puphood, Crow learned from his captors. Imitating their actions towards him. Pain, agony, torture, slavery, abuse, expirement, destroy. Scarecrow is a nightmare beyond anyone's imagination. A slaughter-obsessed canine with a lust for terror. If there's one thing that turns him on more than anything- it's your fear, your pain. Tears of his victims tingle his funny bone; cries for help make his toes curl. His mind has been forever corrupted by his kidnappers.
INTELLIGENT: Though he wouldn't know anything about math, or history, Scarecrow is a master when it comes to your anatomy and your insides. You got a question on why you're in pain, he's the one to go to. Having been tortured and experimented on for so long, Crow learned from his captors where the most agonizing spot, the most pleasurable spot or the most fatal spot on a body was. Be it primate, feline or canine, he knows his bodies.
OBSERVATIVE: There wasn't much to do in the lab but to scream or to watch. Being a pup at the time, boredom came quite quickly. With nothing to do, Scarecrow's mind became infected with their insanity. Maddness came upon him and when it was time for expirementation, Scarecrow would watch through his cage. This became a habit over the years, and it had become a part of his life. No matter what's going on, be it interesting or not; Scarecrow is always watching. Paying attention to every little detail provided.
VENGEFUL:You piss him off, he'll mutilate your body. You hurt someone he enjoys having around, he'll fuck you up. That's just about the only highlight of Scarecrow. Once you've become a part of his life, and he enjoys your company, you're in his protection forever. If someone happens to injure you, rape you, abuse you, or break your heart; he'll do what he has to. If that means he's got to kill someone, so be it. If it means he's got to put someone back in their place, he'll gladly do so.
history: (this is his original history, if it's not acceptable, i'll just take it down and leave it blank. c:)
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Family. That sweet, simple pleasure Crow never had the luxury of knowing. Family wasn't something one man in particular hadn't wanted him to have. A mother to nurse him- never. A father to teach him- don't count on it. The man that had taken him from his home was an odd man. He lived in the basement of an old apartment building that had been shut down ages ago, living off of whatever he could find. Any money he made went into his little 'experiments' that he conducted in his free time.
The time that he had brought Crow into his humble little abode, had been a time of horror. He had created his own Hell. The empty rooms of the building had been filled metal cages stacked upon each other. The animals locked inside had their own special deformities. Some with various limbs sewn on and off again, others with acid burns or chemical burns. Even small children that he had happened to find had been locked away in the cages, awaiting whatever fate he chose for them. Death, torture, abuse.
The cries of pain could be heard from in the basement, though on the outside, quiet as a whisper. No one would've known the man had such major mental problems until they stepped foot inside his 'lab'. Each animal, and child, had an ID branded on the side of their neck. The letter on the end of the ID determined their fate. If they had an 'E', they were burned or skinned alive. If they had a 'Q' various body parts would be cut from their body, and replaced by different ones. Wings, tails, different animal legs. Anything that came to mind, he did. The man made sure to make your nightmares a reality. In Crow's case, having an 'X' meant you were fucked. Having the 'X' meant you were open to anything. Surgery, chermical injections, limb transplants, anything any other patient was exposed to rolled into one.
The screams of the patients were enough to make a nun go mad. Crying and sniffling were always abundent in that apartment, though it wasn't at all a rarity to hear maniacal laughter down the hall. The man that had taken Scarecrow was a man that had decided to stay in the dying city. One who felt it neccessary to continue his work where he wouldn't be prosecuted for it. The man was a killer. A psychotic freak that came off completely normal if met on the streets. But when it came to his privacy, he enjoyed playing with his subjects.
Babies weren't something he normally took up, but saw the perfect opportunity to raise and create a monster. Something that would one day put an end to his maddness in a fit of pure rage. Crow had become to know that man's homemade lab his home. The only place he was to know as his comfort. As a pup Crow hadn't known any better. Pain would be something he would know and would forever know. Once taught something, he could never let it go. It was memorized like the back of your hand. You begin know this pain as a sort of comfort. The surgeries without any medicinal pain removers would be an alltime favorite; the eye injections would be a sort of pleasure; the chemical burns a wonderous high. Anything most canines would fear and cripple from; Crow was raised to enjoy it. To love it. To crave it. And so he did. The man has created what he had always dreamed of; a demon. A canine that could live through any conditions he was put through. Fire, acid, chemicals, injections, surgery. Any sort of agonizing torture, he was programmed to love.
Though with this severe level of maddness, Crow began to have terrible nightmares. Nightmares of a life he should've had. He had become confused of his feelings. His eyes still blind to the terror that went on and a craving for injury, though something inside of him told him to leave. Every night Crow was put back in his cage, he never slept. It wasn't the constant flickering of the fluorescent lights in the hallway, but it was his dreams. They made him stay awake. Listening to the howls, the cries, the laughter. The more he listened, the madder he became. Soon Crow could no longer withstand the urge. The morning the man came to take him to his lab, Scarecrow took advantage of the moment. It would be perfect. Just a simple tear to the jugular and he'd be on his merry way. All had worked according to plan, until it was time to escape the building. Any windows that had been in the building had been completely sealed. Boarded up by various pieces of wood. Some hideously rotten, falling apart in some areas; others slowly making their way to a state of decay. The entrance to the apartment was the only way, and with the man still struggling to survive it was his only hope of escaping. It wasn't any easy task to say in the least, though the handles of the door made it more simple for the canine to use. He could hear the man's last gurgling screams in the background. Seeming as if they were getting closer with every passing second. As soon as he had gotten that door open, he ran as fast as his legs would take him. That was the last time he would ever see that building and the remaining animals in it. At times he felt the urge to return to the place, and release anyone he could, but it was an impossible task. Something he would never be able to do no matter how hard he tried.
this application was made by erin say what?! of CAUTION!. do not remove this credit.
