Poll/ Debate ~ Roxas as Scarecrow ~ Uchiha Roxas

[Uchiha Roxas]

Grogan won't let me!

So, Grogan and I have been discussing whether or not it would be a good idea for me to take on the role of the iconic Batman Villain Johnathon Crane also known as "The Scarecrow".

Grogan is worried that my penchant for psychotic villains evident from my time in WotS as Adderson Roxas Uchiha, Master of Madness will become a problem within the guild and that I'm better as a hero. Admittedly, I do really like Ian and would like to devote my time solely to him but I just wanted to know what everyone else thought.
 

[Uchiha Roxas]

You asked for it...

Rp Sample:
He was once Johnathon Crane, a respected Professor of Psychology but after his experiments with fear had just went too far. He had gone too far, too far over the edge, too far in his experiments and now it had left him hollow. Soulless. Unable to feel that on emotion that he had devoted his life too, fear. He'd stared down the undead, splashed himself with his own fear gas and now all it took was the Batman, the Dark Knight, that one man who had made it his mission to terrify the villainous populace of Gotham city. It made his heart beat again as Gotham's Protector swooped down during their battles and made himself known. But now he was gone, he was genuinely gone, no one had seen him in weeks. But maybe, just maybe, this would be the thing that got old Batsy out of his hiding place and back onto the streets, back on Scarecrow's trail and Scarecrow's heart beating again.

The plan was simple. Really simple actually considering the fact that the GCPD seemed to be somewhat incompetent on their best day, Johnathon had dressed up in his civilian attire or at least, well, the clothes of a GCPD officer who he knew was in charge of their weapons cache. He smiled, waving his way past security, highly amused that they didn't actually know who he was as he marched over to the riot gear store; punched in the code that the officer had told him under a lot of duress. With that, the door clicked open and Crane was free to do his thing, replacing the tear gas grenades with those of his own and smiling as he did so. Now, when he orchestrated a riot later with a few good fear toxined victims, the poor police would now gas themselves with the toxin and cause mass panic in the streets. It was beautiful but even that didn't seem to make Crane's emotions flicker back into play. He soon disappeared out the arsenal and made his way out of the police station, making his way back to his small hovel.

Later on, riot in full progress, Scarecrow laughed maniacally as he made his way through the smog of his fear gas and made his way through the panicking people waiting for Batman to show up. But the more he waited, the more disappointed he seemed, Batman was obviously not going to show and as policemen shot each other out of terror and mothers choked their sons to death in order to stop them biting their faces off. It was sad really, when in all honesty not too long ago this street had been peaceful and tranquil with nothing but love in the windows. Johnathon Crane had spoiled that, Johnathon Crane wanted his heart back, Scarecrow wanted to feel again and he would do it despite what anyone thought or said. This was his way and marching along the asphalt road looking at the abandoned cars in his costume, he was amused to see one man alone, in the driver's seat of a Prius. Poor guy.

Scarecrow opened the passenger side door, stared in for a second to look at the man clutching his head and babbling on about something trivial, fear being a choice, or some bullshit like that who knew. He looked normal enough, suit and tie and what not but try as he might he couldn't seem to resist the urge to run. Scarecrow locked to door and with a swift jolt, wrapped his scythe around the back of the man's neck and looked his dead in the eyes. The mouth of his mask stretched to reveal a void like more and he longer the man seemed to look, the more sweat beat hard down his brow. "Fear a choice?" Scarecrow pondered with the man, pounding a finger from his free hand against his straw sack chin. The stitches on his seemed to loosen as he hummed quietly in thought. His hat was squished against the roof and his gangly legs seemed like really hard fit into his seat. However, Scarecrow didn't mind, he was too busy pondering. Was fear a choice? Surely not, especially when you consider the actual psychological effect of terror, the uncanny, the fact we as humans are afraid of things that could hurt them. "I don't know about that," he finally replied, "It just seems to me that you watch to many movies." The man slowly wet himself as Scarecrow's eyes widened with a slightly excited further. "Awwwwh, that's disgusting." Scarecrow said, finally yanking his scythe from behind the man's head, just this time, through his neck, lopping off the poor dude's head as the metal tore through his flesh and made a huge gushing fountain of blood hit the roof of the car.

Bored once again, Crane unlocked the door, not even flinching at the blood all over his face and proceeded down the street spinning his scythe as he did so and humming to himself as he continued to wait on the Batman...  

[Uchiha Roxas]

Thoughts?

 

[Uchiha Roxas]

I guess it's over. I won't take Scarecrow, some good points given off in response to this, Ian needs a lot of work putting into him in order to be done successfully.