Post by Crick Watson on Aug 28, 2011 23:14:31 GMT -5
Full Name: Crick Terrence Watson IV [Nickname: Cricket]
Age: 39 by now.
Gender: Male
Group: Prisoner
--Sub-Group: Genos [or Mythenos, if applicable]
Played-By or anime img:
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 167
Special Characteristics: His nickname, "Cricket," is derived mainly from his insectlike appearance, as well as sort of a play on his name. He even has six limbs...his legs, which end with sort of talons instead of toes...his arms, which instead of hands and fingers, he has a pair of somewhat crablike pincers...and a pair of further appendages that sprout from his shoulders, which are tipped with fairly bladelike ends. By far, it is these two appendages which promote the most danger of them all. His teeth are somewhat jagged as well, and his eyes tend to glow slightly, changing from between a leaf green to a sickly yellow green based on his emotions. The two hornlike appendages coming from the sides of his face are mainly for show. If one of his limbs ends up removed from his body, it will shrivel and dry within 24 hours, and he will regrow it the next molting session. He does have an exoskeleton as opposed to and internal skeletal structure.
General Description: Crick is quite insectlike in appearance, though many would also describe him as somewhat demonic. The reality is, he's closer to the former than the latter. His exoskeleton is quite thick and fairly dense, though it does not hinder his mobility either. Each of his appendages tend to carry a danger all of their own, but his temperament causes him to never really lash out, even when angered. His teeth clearly bear the signs of a carnivore, though he not only eats quite a bit of other foods, but seems to prefer pastries and baked goods over everything else foodwise.
Average Clothing: He is never seen without his rather fancy outfit. He was brought in wearing it, and it is the only sort of thing he will wear. The outfit includes a worn, black top hat, a monocle with a yellow tinged frame and chain that loops around his left horn, two pairs of wristcuffs, each pair being for each of his upper appendages, a set of oversized ankle cuffs specifically made for his feet, a pair of rather skinny black tuxedo pants, and lasty, a tuxedo top...though the top has a few holes in certain areas so that all his appendages can comfortably fit through them.
Likes:
-Pastries/Baked Goods
-Politeness
-Any decent brandy or wine
-Anything of the fine and/or classic variety, be it art, music, or clothing
-Pleasant company and conversations
-Any variety of tea
Dislikes:
-Unnecessary use of force or violence
-Alcohol that isn't wine or brandy
-Rudeness [includes unnecessary usage of cussing]
-Hideous abomonations to the world of art or classical objects
-Anyone who beats around the bush
-Wasteful mannerisms [such as throwing away perfectly good objects like still edible food or still working tools]
-Any general act of stupidity
Strengths:
Exoskeleton- Due to his exoskeleton, it is not easy to harm Crick....though blunt, smashing objects do much greater harm than anything else. It also makes it nearly impossible to detect him via heat seeking objects, much like insects.
Climbing- As he is quite insectlike, he shares many characteristics of such creatures, including the ability to scale most surfaces with ease.
Enhanced Vision- He can see quite clearly for quite a distance, even with very little light....though pitch black darkness still affects him as any human would be affected.
Weaknesses:
Brandy/wine- He can never deny a chance to savor any decent version of either of these beverages. It does not help that his metabolism doesn't allow for him to have -too- much of either before becoming buzzed out.
Molting- Once a month, Crick molts his old skin in order to get a fresh one and regrow any appendages he managed to lose. This requires a full day to fully molt, and a lot of energy...so after he molts, he must sleep for another full day, and eat his own weight in food upon awakening. For the next three days after he wakes up, his exoskeleton is much softer, making him more fragile than normal. As such, during this time he needs to be more careful in his actions so not as to harm himself before his exoskeleton hardens again.
Bright Lights- Like several insects, he is attracted to large sources of continuous light. He will often stare off into space at such lights for a time, anywhere between minutes and hours, before coming to his senses again. The amount of time he spends staring at such lights seems fairly random, and irrevelant to the intensity of the light.
Skills/Powers:
Camouflage- Much like any chameleon, Crick can blend in with his surroundings. The only difference is, any non-living thing he is touching also gets this benefit...so his clothes will also blend with him, along with any tool or inanimate object he may be holding.
Sound/Scent manipulation- Not only can he blend in, he can also change his own scent, and mimic any voice, accent, or sound he can possibly think of or has heard.
[Only if accepted as Mythenos] Hive Mind- Crick can detect any and all life forms that fall under the category of either insect or arachnid within a one mile radius of his position, and opt to actively control any number of them...though, he must concentrate harder if he decides to control a large enough number, forcing him to take no actions aside from controlling this swarm. He can also speak using his voice through any of them. If he chooses to control only between one and twenty within this radius, they can travel up to five miles away from him before the connection is lost. He must concentrate in a similar manner as above if they leave a two mile radius, however.
General Personality: Always calm, polite, and well-mannered, Crick is just what you'd expect out of a gentleman. He is quite slow to anger, and even when he gets to that point, he remains level headed and calm. He has never fully lost his temper to his memory. Despite his frightening outward appearance, he has a gentle and kind heart. He wouldn't harm a fly...the only time he would be willing to resort to violence is in defense of himself, or any he cares for. He can, however, have a razor sharp tongue, and a wit to go with it....and that is his weapon of choice, as it can often harm worse than any injury he might be able to deal.
Mother: Elizabeth Anne Watson
Father: Crick Terrence Watson III
Siblings: Mary Lilliana Watson
History:
As a child, Crick was brought up in a rather strict environment in Britain. As such, he learned very quickly about proper etiquette, politeness, and how to properly act as a gentleman at a rather early age. The Watson family was held in quite high regard as one of the top upper class families. The birth of his younger sister when he was ten was a rather joyous occasion for the Watson family...though his parents did not play favorites. No, she was treated exactly the same as he was, and she learned much the same in how to be a proper lady at a young age. The two siblings were rather close...and even though she was younger, she insisted that any girl Crick wished to date be thoroughly scrutinized by her, and must be accepted by her before the lady in question could date her older brother. None of them really made it, sadly, as somehow little Mary was always able to tell they all were after him because they merely wanted access to the fortune he would inherit later in life after his father's passing.
As time passed, their closeness never diminished...until that is, Crick decided to head off to the United States for a time to go to a college there. His younger sister wanted him to stay closer to home...even went so far as to beg him to stay. But he would not be swayed...he had his goals set high, and nothing less than the finest institute that America had to offer would do for him. Reluctantly, his sister let him travel on the promise that he would contact her at least once a week...he agreed, and complied to this. However, he did not realize that each letter he sent simply tore his sister's heart open a little more with each one she received. The pain of missing her older brother steadily increased with each passing day, and though her relies never showed any indication of it, she fell into a massive depression that no one could do a thing to snap her out of.
However, he was unable to send any further letters starting on one eventful day, the week before finals, just before his graduation...his roommate was out, and wouldn't return for a few days...so he had the room to himself. As he studied, he suddenly became...famished. Starving beyond any level of hunger he had ever experienced. As a result, he went on a feeding frenzy on every edible object in both his fridge and his roommate's...but that did nothing to sate his hunger. In the end, he ended up using his card to buy around three hundred dollars worth of food, and consumed it all in the span of one night....and then promptly fell asleep after doing so.
When he awoke...it was dark. Too dark...and there was something smothering him, too. He felt trapped...like he couldn't breath, and was being smothered. He started tryint to squirm in a panic, only to realize he seemed to be wrapped in some unknown material. He also felt...different, somehow. Though he wasn't sure how yet. In his panic, he struggled and squirmed harder and harder, until finally he felt something give way...knowing this as a weak point, he focused his efforts there until he managed to tear his way through the stuff....and the first thing he saw was a crablike pincer. That...was weird. As he reached out to touch it, he realized...his other arm was identical to the one with the pincer. Looking around, he seemed to have been wrapped in a coccoon of sorts....he rushed to a mirror, and gasped at what he saw. He had become something completely different than he was before...and he was stunned by it. He was unsure of what to think....but that is when his roommate returned. A dead silence ensued for a few seconds as the two stared at each other before his roommate screamed and ran. Crick himself tried to follow and explain...but his roommate was already dialing 911 on hsi cell phone. Crick ran out the front of the building, and continued running...he managed to avoid being hunted down for the longest time, due to the fact he found that he could manipulate his voice, how he smelled, and even blend in with his surroundingswithout removing his clothes. He kept his fancy clothing, and managed to somehow form ankle wraps in a custom way. These never really got dirty, as he never really excreted any sweat. He lived as best he could, but never fully stole anything...when he took something by being stealthy, he always left the total of the amount he took and the card number to charge it to. The whole time, he was never able to write his worried sister back home, who feared that the worst had happened to her brother...but had no idea of the truth.
As time passed and he grew older, he began gathering a taste for brandy and wine. One night, he had a little too much...and ended up drunk. This is when the Black Rose finally caught him, as he was unable to hide as he normally did. Now, finally captured, he has accepted his fate with dignity and his head held high, just as any true gentleman should.
Other/Notes: N/A
Age: 39 by now.
Gender: Male
Group: Prisoner
--Sub-Group: Genos [or Mythenos, if applicable]
Played-By or anime img:
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 167
Special Characteristics: His nickname, "Cricket," is derived mainly from his insectlike appearance, as well as sort of a play on his name. He even has six limbs...his legs, which end with sort of talons instead of toes...his arms, which instead of hands and fingers, he has a pair of somewhat crablike pincers...and a pair of further appendages that sprout from his shoulders, which are tipped with fairly bladelike ends. By far, it is these two appendages which promote the most danger of them all. His teeth are somewhat jagged as well, and his eyes tend to glow slightly, changing from between a leaf green to a sickly yellow green based on his emotions. The two hornlike appendages coming from the sides of his face are mainly for show. If one of his limbs ends up removed from his body, it will shrivel and dry within 24 hours, and he will regrow it the next molting session. He does have an exoskeleton as opposed to and internal skeletal structure.
General Description: Crick is quite insectlike in appearance, though many would also describe him as somewhat demonic. The reality is, he's closer to the former than the latter. His exoskeleton is quite thick and fairly dense, though it does not hinder his mobility either. Each of his appendages tend to carry a danger all of their own, but his temperament causes him to never really lash out, even when angered. His teeth clearly bear the signs of a carnivore, though he not only eats quite a bit of other foods, but seems to prefer pastries and baked goods over everything else foodwise.
Average Clothing: He is never seen without his rather fancy outfit. He was brought in wearing it, and it is the only sort of thing he will wear. The outfit includes a worn, black top hat, a monocle with a yellow tinged frame and chain that loops around his left horn, two pairs of wristcuffs, each pair being for each of his upper appendages, a set of oversized ankle cuffs specifically made for his feet, a pair of rather skinny black tuxedo pants, and lasty, a tuxedo top...though the top has a few holes in certain areas so that all his appendages can comfortably fit through them.
Likes:
-Pastries/Baked Goods
-Politeness
-Any decent brandy or wine
-Anything of the fine and/or classic variety, be it art, music, or clothing
-Pleasant company and conversations
-Any variety of tea
Dislikes:
-Unnecessary use of force or violence
-Alcohol that isn't wine or brandy
-Rudeness [includes unnecessary usage of cussing]
-Hideous abomonations to the world of art or classical objects
-Anyone who beats around the bush
-Wasteful mannerisms [such as throwing away perfectly good objects like still edible food or still working tools]
-Any general act of stupidity
Strengths:
Exoskeleton- Due to his exoskeleton, it is not easy to harm Crick....though blunt, smashing objects do much greater harm than anything else. It also makes it nearly impossible to detect him via heat seeking objects, much like insects.
Climbing- As he is quite insectlike, he shares many characteristics of such creatures, including the ability to scale most surfaces with ease.
Enhanced Vision- He can see quite clearly for quite a distance, even with very little light....though pitch black darkness still affects him as any human would be affected.
Weaknesses:
Brandy/wine- He can never deny a chance to savor any decent version of either of these beverages. It does not help that his metabolism doesn't allow for him to have -too- much of either before becoming buzzed out.
Molting- Once a month, Crick molts his old skin in order to get a fresh one and regrow any appendages he managed to lose. This requires a full day to fully molt, and a lot of energy...so after he molts, he must sleep for another full day, and eat his own weight in food upon awakening. For the next three days after he wakes up, his exoskeleton is much softer, making him more fragile than normal. As such, during this time he needs to be more careful in his actions so not as to harm himself before his exoskeleton hardens again.
Bright Lights- Like several insects, he is attracted to large sources of continuous light. He will often stare off into space at such lights for a time, anywhere between minutes and hours, before coming to his senses again. The amount of time he spends staring at such lights seems fairly random, and irrevelant to the intensity of the light.
Skills/Powers:
Camouflage- Much like any chameleon, Crick can blend in with his surroundings. The only difference is, any non-living thing he is touching also gets this benefit...so his clothes will also blend with him, along with any tool or inanimate object he may be holding.
Sound/Scent manipulation- Not only can he blend in, he can also change his own scent, and mimic any voice, accent, or sound he can possibly think of or has heard.
[Only if accepted as Mythenos] Hive Mind- Crick can detect any and all life forms that fall under the category of either insect or arachnid within a one mile radius of his position, and opt to actively control any number of them...though, he must concentrate harder if he decides to control a large enough number, forcing him to take no actions aside from controlling this swarm. He can also speak using his voice through any of them. If he chooses to control only between one and twenty within this radius, they can travel up to five miles away from him before the connection is lost. He must concentrate in a similar manner as above if they leave a two mile radius, however.
General Personality: Always calm, polite, and well-mannered, Crick is just what you'd expect out of a gentleman. He is quite slow to anger, and even when he gets to that point, he remains level headed and calm. He has never fully lost his temper to his memory. Despite his frightening outward appearance, he has a gentle and kind heart. He wouldn't harm a fly...the only time he would be willing to resort to violence is in defense of himself, or any he cares for. He can, however, have a razor sharp tongue, and a wit to go with it....and that is his weapon of choice, as it can often harm worse than any injury he might be able to deal.
Mother: Elizabeth Anne Watson
Father: Crick Terrence Watson III
Siblings: Mary Lilliana Watson
History:
As a child, Crick was brought up in a rather strict environment in Britain. As such, he learned very quickly about proper etiquette, politeness, and how to properly act as a gentleman at a rather early age. The Watson family was held in quite high regard as one of the top upper class families. The birth of his younger sister when he was ten was a rather joyous occasion for the Watson family...though his parents did not play favorites. No, she was treated exactly the same as he was, and she learned much the same in how to be a proper lady at a young age. The two siblings were rather close...and even though she was younger, she insisted that any girl Crick wished to date be thoroughly scrutinized by her, and must be accepted by her before the lady in question could date her older brother. None of them really made it, sadly, as somehow little Mary was always able to tell they all were after him because they merely wanted access to the fortune he would inherit later in life after his father's passing.
As time passed, their closeness never diminished...until that is, Crick decided to head off to the United States for a time to go to a college there. His younger sister wanted him to stay closer to home...even went so far as to beg him to stay. But he would not be swayed...he had his goals set high, and nothing less than the finest institute that America had to offer would do for him. Reluctantly, his sister let him travel on the promise that he would contact her at least once a week...he agreed, and complied to this. However, he did not realize that each letter he sent simply tore his sister's heart open a little more with each one she received. The pain of missing her older brother steadily increased with each passing day, and though her relies never showed any indication of it, she fell into a massive depression that no one could do a thing to snap her out of.
However, he was unable to send any further letters starting on one eventful day, the week before finals, just before his graduation...his roommate was out, and wouldn't return for a few days...so he had the room to himself. As he studied, he suddenly became...famished. Starving beyond any level of hunger he had ever experienced. As a result, he went on a feeding frenzy on every edible object in both his fridge and his roommate's...but that did nothing to sate his hunger. In the end, he ended up using his card to buy around three hundred dollars worth of food, and consumed it all in the span of one night....and then promptly fell asleep after doing so.
When he awoke...it was dark. Too dark...and there was something smothering him, too. He felt trapped...like he couldn't breath, and was being smothered. He started tryint to squirm in a panic, only to realize he seemed to be wrapped in some unknown material. He also felt...different, somehow. Though he wasn't sure how yet. In his panic, he struggled and squirmed harder and harder, until finally he felt something give way...knowing this as a weak point, he focused his efforts there until he managed to tear his way through the stuff....and the first thing he saw was a crablike pincer. That...was weird. As he reached out to touch it, he realized...his other arm was identical to the one with the pincer. Looking around, he seemed to have been wrapped in a coccoon of sorts....he rushed to a mirror, and gasped at what he saw. He had become something completely different than he was before...and he was stunned by it. He was unsure of what to think....but that is when his roommate returned. A dead silence ensued for a few seconds as the two stared at each other before his roommate screamed and ran. Crick himself tried to follow and explain...but his roommate was already dialing 911 on hsi cell phone. Crick ran out the front of the building, and continued running...he managed to avoid being hunted down for the longest time, due to the fact he found that he could manipulate his voice, how he smelled, and even blend in with his surroundingswithout removing his clothes. He kept his fancy clothing, and managed to somehow form ankle wraps in a custom way. These never really got dirty, as he never really excreted any sweat. He lived as best he could, but never fully stole anything...when he took something by being stealthy, he always left the total of the amount he took and the card number to charge it to. The whole time, he was never able to write his worried sister back home, who feared that the worst had happened to her brother...but had no idea of the truth.
As time passed and he grew older, he began gathering a taste for brandy and wine. One night, he had a little too much...and ended up drunk. This is when the Black Rose finally caught him, as he was unable to hide as he normally did. Now, finally captured, he has accepted his fate with dignity and his head held high, just as any true gentleman should.
Other/Notes: N/A
