Post by Mr. Scarecrow on Oct 31, 2021 21:51:55 GMT 11
Name: Crispis Cosgood
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Trainer Type: Punk Guy
Hometown: Nimbasa City
Appearance: Not often seen outside of his villainous alter ego is a meek and truly pathetic looking creature. One which slouches and slumps with a timid and almost decrepit posture. Crispis is a doe eyed lad with a soft face and fluffy black hair. His locks are very naturally bushy and most often hangs over his right eye. Rarely seen with a smile, his aura resonates a natural sadness and a rigid anxiousness. Though his eyes convey a morose kindness, most of his other features depict a leering slimy reptile. Something inordinately venomous and alien. His skin for example is pale and covered in bruises from various schemes and escapades. He has a slender and frail physique, short but stringy like a small angry skeleton. He can’t afford food, therefore he’s unhealthy scrawny with just faint inklings of his own muscle mass. His movements overall are very inhuman, he has a stiff rigid walk which is tense and unnerving, but his neck swivels in sharp and sudden motions like a paranoid cobra. His clothes are ratty and tattered, though typically bedazzled with studs and spikes as well as hues of purple black and red. He quite enjoys the style of rips and tears, and even outside of his villainous attire enjoys looking like a punk or thug.
His alter ego, the villain called Cackle... It is not a costume, it is his dreams, his aspirations, his very being. This is what he is, it’s everything he wants, the mask is his face, the robes are his skin, the gadgets and weapons are his fingers. Crispis Cosgood, the creature 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. It is a large red glass circle, with a bit of gold around it forming the image of a monocle. Though he wears it not out of poor vision, merely as a way to emulate the villainous monocle-wearing 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. His hood falls into robes into a cape which slumped over his chest and drapes down behind him. Two metal pauldrons are nestled over his shoulders with a large golden belt with the emblem of a skull around his waist. His arms, while appearing mechanical are simply strips of metal plate he welded together lining from his shoulders all the way down to his wrist. The metal plating ends with spiked bracelets wrapped around both of his wrists which leads into a pair of ramshackle gauntlets cobbled together to give the appearance of mechanical talons. All of this in an attempt to appear as thuggish and stereotypically evil as all possible.
Personality: Crispis carries himself in a very warped Tolkien mindset. One which flips the roles of good and evil and mottles the ideals in a very childish way. He’s almost entirely defined by his ideological fanaticism which can basically be described as good=bad and bad=good. Seeing the world in black and white strokes and refusing to even acknowledge hues of grey. Everything to him is either evil, or blind morons pretending to be nice when they are well and truly awful. This is the foundation of his entire being, and the creed hammered into him from a very young age. These malign feelings were only nurtured when his world around him began to collapse, at which point he started to become a very bitter misanthropic soul. One who envied the happiness of others and swore to destroy it for his own betterment. He’s become vitriolic bully out of loneliness and spite, and continues to deteriorate spiraling more and more into misery as he entrenches himself in his vile doctrine.
When discussing Crispis on a social level, there’s basically two different people. There is him with or him without his supervillain mask. His mask is everything to him, he needs to wear it, to him that is his face. Without it, he is a timid self loathing shell of a boy. He’s polite, nervous and struggles to make eye contact with others and this is a version of himself that he despises. He is extremely shy and seldom says a word, and what little he does have to say is spoken in a very disinterested tone. This aspect of his character is seldom seen, and he’d like to keep it that way... To him, his mask is his true self and the supervillain persona of Cackle is how he expresses his true personality and feelings.
The supervillain known as Cackle is the true Crispis Cosgood, and chief amongst his traits is his penchant for mischief and an adulation of what he considers to be “proper evil”. Tyranny, mayhem, destruction and just being petty and rotten are abysmal qualities which he holds in high regards. Crispis strives to be the worst that he can, though often falls flat. He can be a mean and nasty bully, but he’s not very competent. He’s quite intelligent, a bit of a boy genius in fact, but he lacks a significant amount of common sense and is very socially stupid. Simple oversights to his schemes often cause his many diabolical plots to topple over and fail. Failure perhaps being his second most prominent trait. He’s an arrogant overzealous diva, and this always ensures that he loses. Crispis is bumbling, demanding, and barks insults at his allies which often causes them to turn against him. On occasion he can be a credible threat, but he’ll always find some way to bungle it up on himself. After all, what is evil if not self destructive?
In spite of all his failures Crispis always bounces back. Comparable to a persistent gnat that just wont go away, stubborn even, his futile quest for world domination will never be abandoned. He’s a villain through and through (not to mention a bit of a bully), but not all bad. If he perceives you as a “proper” sort of bad guy, he can be particularly friendly. He’ll geek out about your own villainous triumphs, and even twist villainous failings into something to be proud of. A hype-man of evil. Though not often expressed, he can on occasion be at the very least cordial with even normies and goody-goodies. He enjoys go-karting, golf, and other sports games and activities on the side. But he will always find away to cheat. Because at the end of the day, he is a treacherous conniving backstabbing schemer (and proud of it!). Every impulse in his body tells him to deceive, undercut, and double-cross whenever and wherever he can. Lie cheat and win is his creed, and he’ll stomp on anyone who gets in the way of that.
Crispis is a loud obnoxious jerk who takes pleasure in tormenting others. Every other utterance is an insult or put down of some sort. He’ll use whatever tools or minions in his arsenal to steal or push people around, and he’ll laugh and boast about doing so all the while. He is a very vainglorious showman, thriving in grandiose displays of theatrical villainy. Long monologues boasting about his spectacular victory, followed up with choreographed poses and dramatic lighting are an integral part of every one of his schemes. He takes a twisted delight in the misery and suffering of others, and he’s quick to throw out morbid quips. Reveling in destruction, subjugation and the sweet sweet art of arson, these acts of tyranny and terrorism are things he finds much humor in.
Cosgood has a particular disposition for cuteness. Especially if it’s fluffy as well, such creatures simply should not exist. Wooloo’s being by far the creatures he hates most, he holds the firm belief that they are stupid, they are fluffy, and they should be violently attacked with a chainsaw! He enjoys industry, fire and sharp things and he’s even a handy craftsman. Skilled in crafting his own weapons and armor, he has a quiet passion for building and tinkering with things. But, he has no one to share this passion with. He has no friends to speak of, and he tries to mostly forget about his family. A very lonely part of his soul yearns for companionship of any sort, but he knows he’ll never get it. He can’t have friends, villains shun such benign nonsense. So instead he fills the void with diabolical plots to cause mayhem wherever he goes.
History: Some might say that Crispis’ upbringing was rather toxic. True, the fumes of malevolence so often billow from the exhaust of a poor childhood. But Crispis would disagree with those statements. The Cosgood family is a fabulously wealthy yet reclusive bunch from the Unova Region. The family’s corpulent wealth was amassed by Crispis’ grandfather, CEO of a biotech corporation called “Kharma”. The man was a ruthless egomaniac, and a cold calculating self-made industrial overlord. Someone totally unafraid to get down and dirty, destroying everything in his path to create something magnanimous. This sinister megalomaniac, a scheming maniacal snake in the grass was Crispis’ role model. With mostly absent parents, Crispis flocked towards a man who goaded every single selfish instinct the boy had. He idolized the old man, worshipped the very ground he walked.
Crispis had a number of siblings, but none took any real interest in the family’s patron. None apart from himself, it’s not known entirely why but the infant formed an immediate attachment to his grandfather. As time passed and some of the child’s traits became more defined and noticeable he would catch the old man’s attention. His grandfather became amused by the boy’s immediate knack for mischief and obvious wit, perhaps seeing in the minuscule creature some reflection of his younger self. Crispis was soon taken under his wing and present in almost every facet of the man’s life. They’d bond in silence at home, neither speaking a word but always close and Crispis was even quite often brought to work with the old man. Whenever brought to the “Kharma” offices, young Crispis would simply watch as his Papa worked. It was at these moments where the child would take note of his grandfather’s various eccentricities and became quite privy in the machinations of his mind. Witnessing how his Papa worked was when the very first seeds of Cackle’s ideology would be planted. One which would only fester and grow with time. His grandfather twist words and dance around lies so eloquently. He would destroy lives, take whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and steamroll anyone who stood in his way. Then from the ashes of it all he’d have victory, reigning supreme as chairman of Kharma. It was all so very exhilarating for young Crispis to witness, the old man taught him all sorts of nasty tricks and these were the best years of his life. Three core tenants were hammered into his psyche from these beloved bonding experiences... Deceit, destruction and domination that is the Cosgood creed.
Though his parents disapproved of his grandfathers toxic ways, they were mostly too absent to do or say much about it. During his youth Crispis was homeschooled and taught a few handy trades. He was always kind of jittery and nervous, a bit quiet and deeply contemplative but he did love thrills and action. He enjoyed spending time with his siblings, and though he was shy even around them he loved playing games and just sitting around with them. His most unhealthy habit at the time was television. The idiot box always poisons young minds, and Crispis’ unhealthy immersion into it was no different. It was always a form of escapism for him whenever the family was fighting, he would delve into the fictional world whenever he heard his mother shouting. He’s always had a tendency to organize things in peculiar ways, and his love of television spurred a new branch to this quirk. Very often he would compare and contrast the world around him with the fictional world and characters and in that process he noticed a trend... Crispis quite liked the cackling megalomaniacs in his cartoons. The maniacal masked supervillains with their conniving ingenious schemes reminded him of his grandfather. They were fun, they were cool and they did a heck of a lot more than school work. The real world was so dull, and real world villains were even duller. Team Rocket, Team Plasma, even his beloved Papa had none of the bombastic theatricality those fictional villains had... Plus the fictional baddies always seemed so happy to just accept how truly vile they are.
At the height of his happy healthy life Crispis’ world took a sudden downward spiral. He was commanded by his Papa to leave, to forget his name his home his everything and never return. Grabbed by the arms and tossed into the road, he looked up in horror to cold dead eyes and just didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand, this man who he loved, this man who raised him and taught him his own flesh and blood throwing him out into the streets like an unwanted cur? Telling him to leave, to never come back and no explanation at all. Crispis begged, he pleaded his own worth. But his cries fell to deaf ears and his tears were for naught. Why? Why would that disgusting old ***** do that to him? Hatred boiled in his blood as the door slammed in his face. His whole world had just crumbled, he looked to his fellow man for help. Anyone on the streets, anyone to help him anyone to save him from this duress. Nobody cared. Nobody gave a damn when he screamed and he cried, and now it all made sense. The final puzzle piece in his understanding of the world. You can be cruel, but the world will always be crueler.
After being coddled all this time with hone and fortune this was a cold slap in the face. He lived off scraps and misery, squatting in abandoned buildings and stealing food for survival. He was alone with only his dark thoughts to keep him company. He was bullied relentlessly by other children and the adults paid him little mind. He was taunted, pushed around and beat up. He had no friends, he had no family, he had no home, he was well and truly without. Bitterness warped his mind, and a callous delight in the pain and misery of the world around him loosened his disposition. After done time on the streets, he caught one of his favorite childhood tunes in a store front window. The villain, destroying everything in his path, leaving only fields of groveling peasants to plead for mercy. After all this time alone, bullied and angry... He had nothing to lose. A spark lit up in his mind, and an ambitious fervor like nothing he’d ever experienced before trounced through his body. He cobbled together a costume, a cape a mask and an identity. It was on that day, Crispis Cosgood was dead, and the Maniacal Cackle was born. The feeling he had when that mask first touched his face was indescribably wonderful... He was complete in a way he couldn’t fathom before. The new identity bolstered his confidence, and a new string of wins cane his way. He was able to con, swindle and steal funds for a plan ticket out of Unova. Now he could forget Crispis and forge a new destiny. Cackle now understands why his Papa had to throw him out. Love is toxic, only hate can make a man powerful. Onward dark one.....
Goals: The ambitions of this would-be dark lord are grand and glorious. But the road to WORLD DOMINATION is paved with tedious tasks and chores... With that being said, BEHOLD the itinerary of evil:
•Amass a vile legion of heaving horrible Pokémon minions to do his bidding
•Establish his own dark domain including a headquarters to comfortably scheme and laugh maniacally in
•Find a rival! All bad guys need a goodie-two-shoes to stomp upon!
•Spread chaos and mayhem for funsies!
•Gain notoriety and cement his position as the regions most promising upstart supervillain
•Profit
Other Info: He’d never join because he wants to make his own way in the world, but Crispis has a strong admiration of Team Rocket and quietly dreams of one day earning the respect of it’s top members.
How did you find us?: i was Shanghaid over here by Porcupine2099 ! Someone please send help! D:
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