[777angel]

RES WITH NAME LEWIS BUT MOSTLY CALLED LEWY

[osteoh]

"i know it came,

as some alarm,

will my ends help?

will my means harm?"

Crook crumples the sheet of paper and tosses it aside, leaving it to join the others littering the floor near the trash can beside his desk. Cheesy poetry doesn't become him... so why is he wasting his time with it? He has better things to do, more important things to focus on. With a huff, he leans over his desk again, pulling documents in front of himself for review. He makes it halfway through the product approval form before his eyes slide off the document and focus on the lined paper he'd been wasting on attempts at poetry. He reaches out with a paw...

"Stop right there, evildoer!"

The businessman looks up, mouth hanging open slightly and eyes squinted. Some... guy in a costume is in his office. Why? His confusion is only furthered when the strange man pulls some kind of lever on his belt, and...

Oh.

Crook recognizes that belt.

"Security." Crook says, mouth dry as he reaches for his call button. "Security, get in here!"

☰☰☰[Ｉｎｔｅｒｌｕｄｅ Ｉ]☰☰

The Villain..?

Name:
Claus "Crook" Bukhari

Gender:
Cis Male

Age & Birthday:
22 years old
March 15th

Overview:
Claus is the CEO of a very successful weapons company. He makes most major company decisions, with the help of his board of directors. The company, Agitech, is a well-known producer of modern large-scale weaponry. They also produce a few weapons for personal use, and have certain private projects that are outside the public eye. Having become CEO at such a young age, he is known across the world as an economic genius, though his reclusive nature has made him hard to get a hold of for interviews.

...His career seems to have lead to a somewhat damaged relationship with his adoptive mother, Vashti Bukhari.



The Hero

Name:
Cookie Hoosier

Gender:
Trans Male

Age & Birthday:
20 years old
February 28th

Overview:
Officially, Mr. Hoosier appears to be a mailman, and goes out in his truck daily to deliver packages and letters across town. As the strange getup seen here may suggest, he's much more than that. Cookie considers himself a hero, though local news organizations prefer the term "vigilante." It's unknown where he managed to find his suit of power armor, but judging from the scratched-off company label, it was never meant for him.

The details haven't been released, but a certain vigilante is currently wanted for the assault of Agitech CEO Claus Bukhari.



Further Information:

Cookie, known to most as the "Night Rider," had been following a series of clues for months. Everything lead back to Agitech, and therefore to Agitech's CEO... Or so he thought. While Crook has no idea why he was attacked, it seems some of his shareholders are making company decisions without him. Trouble is brewing, and with the true culprits now on guard, the Night Rider may have to contact Crook with a warning.

"to hurt your heart,

was not my goal,

nor pick apart,

your mind and soul,"

Crook's finger hovers over the "call" button on his phone. Considering what happened, he should call Vashti and tell her what happened. At the same time, he's not sure she'll even pick up. He sighs, adjusts his cast, and makes the call. It rings once... twice... And goes straight to the answering machine. She must've declined the call.

"You've reached Vashti. If this is a personal call, leave a message. If this is about the shop, you have the wrong number."
"If this is Claus... call your father instead."

Crook grips his phone with his good hand, just barely restraining himself from dashing it against the ground. A snarl mars his usually good-looking face. Predictable. Of course she'd ignore him, even after the story of him being attacked goes on national news. Why should he even expect anything else? He takes a deep breath to calm himself, and calls his father.

One ring, and Crook is met with his father's warm voice.

"Crook! I have been calling you over and over. What happened? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, dad." He's not sure if he wants to know, but he feels like he has to ask anyway. "...How's mom?"

"Er, your mother is... How you say, alright? She is doing alright. Certainly, she was not the one attacked by a crazed superman." There's an awkward pause. "Crook... You know, she does love you? She has difficulties accepting what your company does, but she does love you. She does worry, I can tell. She does care."

"I know she does, dad."

The lie feels heavy in his throat.

☰☰☰[Ｉｎｔｅｒｌｕｄｅ ＩＩ]☰☰

FILE: CLAUS BUKHARI

Personality:

Claus, known to his family as "Crook," is a reclusive genius. He carefully guards his personal information and history from any who'd be interested in poking their nose into it. As far as work goes, he's ruthless and ambitious, a cutthroat businessman who doesn't care what effects his company's weapons have on the world. That's as much as the world knows about him. He's famous, but not popular.

In his personal life, Crook is awkward and bad at showing affection. Part of him wonders if it's his mother's influence that's made him this way, considering that she's much the same. Despite the face he puts up for others to see, he worries a lot about what he's done and what he's going to do. Too many of his inventions have been used for terrible reasons. His latest one was supposed to fix that, before the prototype disappeared. His sleep is broken by nightmares of what might happen with the prototype being in wrong hands. When he was attacked by the vigilante, Night Rider, he was almost glad. He probably deserved it- and at least now he knows where that prototype went.

History:

Crook doesn't remember when or how he began living on the street. What he remembers is that he was good at it. He never missed a mark, never botched a job... Until he met Vashti. He was about 12 years old when he decided on the one-eyed woman as his mark. She caught him immediately, snatching him up by the arm while he tried to steal her bag. Despite the fearsome look on her face, she merely set him down and gave him her sandwich. He was incensed by this, feeling challenged, but his second attempt at stealing from her went no different.

It became something of a game, until Vashti finally put her foot down.

"Come with me, or steal for a living, little crook. Pick one."

Crook and his mother were always close, after that. She did her best to raise him properly, though she certainly wasn't perfect, and the addition of Roobert to their family only made their future brighter. For the first time that he could ever remember, Crook had two parents.

It's a pity that nothing good can last forever.

"my mother, my dear,

i wish you could see,

i'm not the monster,

you think me to be."

[Mozzy.]

Marking--

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little over two weeks reminder ! <3
if anyone would like an extension during that time, pm me. ^^

edit;; also, if anyone wants to use art in their form, anybody is free to use these ! winner takes them, though.

by calder


color in by me, lines by glow


transparent bg version of above


color in by me, lines by somnomology

[legendari]

already in love! definitely entering and will go all out - res <3

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due to request, this has been extended until 12 november ! ^^

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ｍｏｒｅ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｕｎｐｒｅｄｉｃｔｅｄ ｉｎｖａｓｉｏｎ

ｎｅｖｅｒ ｋｎｅｗ ｗｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｔｈｅ ｏｃｃａｓｉｏｎ
ｔｈａｔ ｆｏｒｃｅｄ ｍｅ ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｉｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｎｏ ｐｅｒｓｕａｓｉｏｎ

ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ ａｎ ｅｘｐｌａｎａｔｉｏｎ ｊｕｓｔ ａｎ ｅｖａｓｉｏｎ
ａ ｃｏｎｆｌａｔｉｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｌｅｄ ｍｅ ｔｏ ｄｅｖａｓｔａｔｉｏｎ

ｏｆ ｍａｄｎｅｓｓ ａｎｄ ｒａｇｅ ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ ｔｏ ｄｅｓｏｌａｔｉｏｎ
ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｐｏｉｎｔ ｏｆ ｎｏ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ， ｔｈｅ ａｌｍｉｇｈｔｙ ｉｓｏｌａｔｉｏｎ

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full name ;; bastian lazarus carter
age ;; 26
birth date ;; 13th September
starsign ;; virgo
gender ;; transgender male
sexuality ;; heteroflexible
occupation ;; telemarketer/assassin
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❝ ｃｙｎｉｃａｌ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
Bastian has been frequently described as cynical, and to be completely
honest he entirely agrees. Society nowadays has become too narrow-minded,
with people only thinking of themselves when they choose who to associate with
and who to beat down. It is this philosophy which leads him to be incredibly
distrutful of actions performed with sincerity, if someone tries to do something
nice he will instantly start to question possible motives which could lead them to
want or need something from him.

❝ ｐｕｇｎａｃｉｏｕｓ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
It takes quite a lot to annoy Bastian but if you dare to attempt to do so,
you'll probably find yourself a few hours later in an ambulance. He loves spending
his free time learning new fighting techniques and then testing them out, so he'll
probably take any opportunity he can get in order to do so. His arguments don't
always end up in a fully blown fight though, he also thoroughly enjoys verbal quarrels.
For some reason he has an insanely quick mind when it comes to making up a
comeback in the heat of the moment and he enjoys watching his opponent
struggle to come up with anywhere near its equal.

❝ ｐａｒｓｉｍｏｎｉｏｕｓ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
Bastian is very careful when he's spending his money and only uses
it to buy the necessities in life. He definitely isn't one to indulge in luxuries
such as alcohol or expensive clothing as he's a great believer in the Christian
teaching of earthly possessions. Whatever you gain or earn or maybe even
steal in this life you won't have in whatever comes next. He does what he needs
to in order to get by with the bare minimum, but that doesn't mean he likes
what he has to do in order to survive. The world is a harsh place nowadays,
if you stand out you'll be shot down by those who don't have what you do.

❝ ａｓｔｕｔｅ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
One of his few skills, not that there are many of use anyway, is the
ability to turn around a situation and use it to his advantage. When the world
tries to work against him, he gives it a firm and metaphorical telling off.
Basically he likes to have his own way, and he achieves this by finding the
weakness in the situation he's in and weakening further until it works with him.
His quick-thinking means that he can make these decisions in a matter of
seconds and then execute them soon after that, and it is because of this that
most (but not all) situations go the way he plans them to.

❝ ｇｒｅｇａｒｉｏｕｓ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
Despite his rather reclusive attitude to life, Bastian is rather fond of
company, more so when he was still a millionaire and before he lost everything,
including his 'friends'. To this day he still hates being alone but at the same time,
his isolation has also led him to dislike being around too many people as it makes
him feel trapped with no escape. His antisocial activity over the past few years
has lead him to very awkward and insecure during social interaction and this
also means that he is chronically bad at making friends.
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Bastian began life living with very rich parents, so one can only imagine how much pressure there was for him to amount to the same if not more. His parents sent him to a boarding school, claiming that only the best would do for their precious son, however this meant that he began to spend less and less time with his parents. Straight after school he was snapped up by a computer programming company and held an internship there for two years, but he eventually got bored and left to start his own business. BLC Computers, as he so imaginatively named it, rapidly gained popularity for its ability to deliver well-made and trustworthy laptops to those who were willing to pay for it. Soon enough, Bastian was a billionaire splashing on the most expensive luxuries and running a company which brought him no pleasure whatsoever - in his opinion life had become dull and he was sick of the sameness of it all.

Exactly three years after BLC Computers was formed, Bastian disappeared without a trace and in his absense the company fell to pieces. With him Bastian took a couple hundred pounds, some warm clothing and his mobile, and took off to the streets. He can't quite remember what the breaking point was, but he hasn't looked back since. Those first few nights were hard, especially since some jerk stole all of his belongings on day one, but he somehow managed to surive until the notes started to arrive. All the scrunched up ball of paper told him was a date, a time and a one line description of the target, and with little other choice he unwilling went to where they told him to go. The next day he found himself lying on top of a small wad of bills, which he could only assume was left there by the person who gave him the job.

It took him a while but he finally saved up enough money to rent a decent flat in a moderately quiet area in the city and he now lives a life which is abnormal as possible. Shortly after moving into his new flat he managed to get another job as a telemarketer, the annoying person that calls you and pitches a product to you from a pre-prepared script. Bastian is surprised he managed to keep this job, as whether or not you can meet your daily quota is based purely on luck as most people hang up on telemarketers before they even get a change to finish their first sentence. Most of the time he can survive on the wages he earns from this job, but there are some days when he will accept the offers that come through his letterbox when he needs to be able to make ends meet. He doesn't like what he has to do in order to recieve that wad of bills the next day, but he does what he has to do in order to survive.
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When he was a young kid he took up archery. Thanks to his pushy
parents, he would spend hours on end pushing himself until he got better and
better. Initially, he hated it as it was a sport that his dad forced him to try
out. In a desperate attempt to have a son that was good at something, his
father took him once a week to archery lessons. When he shot his first
arrow it was clear that he had finally found something that he could excell in
as it had landed very near to the centre of the target.

As the years went on, he began to find that he was missing the centre less and
less until it got to a point where he would always hit the bull's eye. For this
reason, it is his weapon of choice as an assassin. If it is really necessary, he
won't hesitate to use other weapons but his go-to would definitely be the classic
bow and arrow. It's got to the point where all those years of training and
competing have come together: he never misses. Even if he tried he couldn't miss.

Bastian loves archery because it gives him the opportunity to vent some anger at
the world and the way it's treated him. Furthermore, it doesn't require talking and
where there's social interaction it's in small quantities. Nothing is more
satisfying than feeling your arm flying off the string and your bow hand flying
forwards and that feeling in your stomach when you hit your target exactly where you
wanted.

❝ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ ━━━━━━━━━━━━
People watching, in its simplest terms, is probably Bastian's favourite thing
to do. As often as possible, he will go to his favourite coffee shop and simply sit
and observe. His time on the streets he discovered that you can tell a lot about
a person from their appearance as well as the way they carry themselves and their
mannerisms. This hobby gives him the ability to find involuntary mannerisms in
people that show a certain emotion, and he finds these subconscious actions truly
fascinating. It's amazing how a person can be doing and saying one thing, but their
body language can be telling a completely different story.

This, however, is a hobby he prefers to keep to himself. Once he tried to discuss
matters like this with another person and they simply found him creepy and stalkerish.
Bastian can see why it could be considered this way, but in his opinion there is
nothing wrong with observing fellow members of your species to enable you to notice
subtleties in a conversation and see how much you can find out about a person
simply from watching.

When he meets someone, he automatically starts to analyse their body language to
see how much he can find out about them. Previously, he used to forget the line
between infering and simply being judgemental, but nowadays he's much better at
actually learning rather than guessing - it takes time to truly understand the reasons
behind an action, it is absolutely impossible to tell from only observing someone for
a short while. Another negative aspect that comes from this is that he sometimes
reads too much into the simplest of matters and certainly has to stop himself
from overanalysing.

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Heed my warning, hear my words
Be wary of isolation
For once you’re alone, you’ve nothing but time
For dark contemplation

An eternity to brood
And look through your own eyes
Only to find a million things
That you’ve yet to realize

Heed my warning, hear my words
Be wary of isolation
For when you’re alone, you’ve no protection
From wickedness and temptation

When first you find yourself alone
When you first begin to wonder
What evils can I commit here, with no one to see me?
‘Tis then that you shall blunder

Heed my warning, hear my words
Be wary of isolation
For when no one is with you, you start to get lonely
And thus begins your sanity’s deterioration
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winner ! nvn congrats <3
i really loved how well the poem went with his personality and backstory o:

[Marsh]

winner ! nvn congrats <3
i really loved how well the poem went with his personality and backstory o:

Wow, thank you so so much!!! ^o^ I couldn't even contain my excitement when I first saw this, but a lack of internet has meant that my response was delayed. I was totally not expecting my form to win, everyone else's ones looked great! I'm really glad you liked the poem, I did try to make it match his backstory and I'm glad it worked :3 I'll definitely make sure to take good care of him <33 May I please be added to his ref?