Post by Killer Croc on Dec 19, 2013 7:00:47 GMT
Name: Waylon Jones aka Killer Croc
Alignment: Villain
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Physical description: Killer Croc has many features that relate him to a crocodile due to his Epidermolytic hyperkeratosis. Although he still remains mostly human but has hardened skin that resembles green scales, jagged long teeth, and claws where his fingers and toe nails should be. He stands over a whopping nine feet tall and weighs five-hundred-fifty pounds of solid muscle mass. So his height is an intimidation factor outside of his deadly and grotesque appearance. He does not have any hair on his body due to his skin condition. His eyes have the reptilian slit to them and yellow color. With his skin condition reverting his body into a reptile state, Killer Croc's nose and ears still retain a human quality to them. His ears more than his nose.
As for clothing, he only seems to wear pants that are blue jeans. Very rarely will he ever wear a tank top or any other type of clothing. He does not wear shoes. Sometimes he'll wrap his arms up with white tape like wrestlers do.
Playby: Himself
Personality: Waylon Jones may be a man not educated properly in the traditional schooling system but he is very street smart. Having been seen as different due to his skin condition, Waylon tried to be nice to others but also felt afraid of them at the same time. Even his own relatives seemed to hate him, which he did not understand at the time. So spending a good amount of time on the streets and in prison has gotten him to the point of understanding the criminal system.
Even to the point he didn't feel different anymore but used his skin condition that resembled him as a crocodile man to make others fear him. Sure he feels dim on a few things that others tend to talk about but he does not let that stop him. A few good explanations and he'll understand. Of course as the years go by his animal side tends to be more prominent, so if he is easily angered, then he'll attack without remorse or care. Not that he has any care left for this world.
His heart is basically a solid brick wall, so it takes a lot to make this guy crack under pressure. Either it be to make him guilty of something or to make him very sad that he cries. A good thing as he tends to murder people by eating them like a crocodile would. Why feel something for a person when he wants to eat them? Predators don't feel a thing for their prey.
Powers/Skills/Abilities: Waylon is born with a skin condition known as Epidermolytic hyperkeratosis. It causes him to have hardened green scaly skin. This gives him protection over most forms of abrasion and high caliber weapons fired from a distance. Over the years it seems to evolve and causes him to be more and more like a crocodile as the primal reptilian part of his brain gains more control over his psyche.
He also possesses superhuman strength, speed, agility and reflexes. Surpassing a normal human at peak levels. It grows over the years as his mutation grows too.
His features do not stop at his skin being green and scaly. He also has prominent sharp, jagged teeth like a crocodile. His fingers and toes tapper off into claws than regular finger and toe nails, which can rip into flesh with ease. Kryptonian and other alien flesh might vary with his claws and teeth being able to tear into them.
Along with his reptilian features, he is able to heal at a much faster rate than a normal human, which is a similar rate to reptiles. His sense of smell is acute to a crocodile's. He never forgets a scent. Ever! He is a great swimmer and can survive underwater for long periods of time.
His fighting skills are not as on par with Batman but he knows street fighting and wrestling.
Paraphernalia: None
Weaknesses: His mental state deteriorating over the years as his mutation grows in strength. So his mind is becoming more reptilian than human.
History: After his mother died during child birth and his father left him, Waylon grew up with his abusive, alcoholic aunt. So with his skin condition that made him feel like a freak around normal people, he never grew up in a normal childhood setting. He never had any friends and hardly went to school due to being bullied for his appearance. One day he snapped upon his aunt during her hatred at him on how his mother should of got rid of him before he was born. He ate her and became a criminal.
He was on the run from then on. Until one day he was invited into a traveling circus, which he was made apart of the freak-show, becoming known as Killer Croc. He felt acceptance from all the people in the circus and became an alligator wrestler. A gimmick he did not mind as everyone liked it. It didn't last as the man who owned the circus sold it. The one who bought it wanted to do a big unveiling in Gotham City. The crowd reacted to them as being monsters, which Waylon felt all the years of abuse came flooding back.
Vicious audience members began to attack him and all the other performers. The circus done for as an explosion ripped everything apart. He was lucky to survive along side the owner. Everyone else died in the blast. Waylon fell back into old habits. Becoming a cannibal murderer due to seeing humanity as a disgusting waste of flesh. As for jobs, he employed himself in mobs as an enforcer for hire and he walked alone. He is hired by Black Mask as an assassin to kill Batman on Christmas Eve. Batman ends up defeated him and is taken in by the GCPD to Blackgate. Only to break out at a later date.
Of course being brought into justice by Batman from time to time, which he ends up in the sewers of Arkham Asylum due to most of the workers not wanting to have anything to do with the monster. When not in Arkham Asylum, Waylon is lurking in the sewers and shadows of Gotham City awaiting to take down the Bat.
Roleplay sample: [Very first post with him from another site.]
Killer Croc had managed to find a nice space in the sewers to call his lair. He didn't bother anyone that seemed to be homeless or run out of society like he was. Although that was very rare since sewers weren't normally the first place the out of luck people went. He was different though. It was like a home to him. The sewer systems were like a maze to anyone unfamiliar with it but he knew it like the scales on his skin. Nothing changed much while he was locked up in Arkham.
Some workers for the city had almost came upon his little lair this morning. He had opted to scaring them away. Almost had one in his grasp to eat. So he had to settle with eating the fat sewer rats the rest of the day. The fat, furry bodies only did so much on chasing the hunger away. He had thought about going above ground to see if he could catch something to eat. Not that he hadn't thought of trying to get back into the criminal world. It was just how and what would he do first.
Killer Croc was used to be hired as the big bodyguard type. That had yet to come but he wasn't sure just how many of them knew he was out. Might not be too much longer with the Gotham workers getting away. Now there was a new scent in the sewers. It caused him to wonder who would be stupid enough to come down here. Batman wasn't around, or so he had heard. But the other Batchildren were. So Gotham is still protected. This was not any of them.
Slipping into the water, he went mostly submerged towards the source. His eyes and top of his head was above the water. As silent a swimmer like the crocodile, he had made sure not to be heard in the water. He heard the gruff voice and the sound of something else. Sounded metallic but he wasn't for sure. Not until he was able to see the man in costume. Claws were sticking out of the back of his hands! His eyes dilated as he took in the sight and was not amused by the handbag and shoes comment.
A sudden surge of motion caused him to propel himself out of the sewer water and onto the platform the man is standing on. The main walkway to keep from being over the water. Standing over nine feet tall, Killer Croc towered over the costumed man as he landed in front of him. “You have balls for coming down here,” he said as he had no idea who this man is. Taking in a deep breath, he could really scent something odd. The metal for one thing but something else entirely. “You're not really human, are you?”
Alias: Xana
Age: Old enough!
Roleplaying Experience: 10+ years
How did you find us?: James linked me on RPG via wanted ad for Harley. lol
