OOC Info Dump
Character's name: Brad Crawford
Canon: Weiß Kreuz
Alias: The Oracle
Age: 27 or thereabout
Born in: 20th Century America
Lived in: 20th Century America, Germany, Japan (possibly others)
Current Residence: 1248 Williams Road, Mayfield, USA
Employment:
Personality:
Brad is not a good person. Not by a long shot.
He has many good qualities, of course. If his intentions and morals were in ‘the right place,’ Crawford would probably be able to create a great deal of good in the world. It’s simply that-like the other men of Schwarz-he’s decided that the world doesn’t deserve the amount of good it already has and should instead be sent to anarchic hell.
Crawford is very conscientious and detail-oriented. This makes him very good at planning forward, immensely exacting as a leader and highly efficient as a combatant. He goes through life dotting I’s and crossing T’s and keeping his suit immaculate. Psychic abilities aside (but certainly underscoring a good deal), he’s the sort of person who is always planning a few steps ahead in several directions, completely unwilling to be caught off-guard or lose the upper hand in a situation. From time to time he does find himself overwhelmed (in the finale, he’s shot by Manx because he’s clearly focused too much on masterminding around the boys of Weiss), which tends to lead to him lashing out; a character trait usually only exposed in private interactions with teammates, and hardly among his ‘good qualities.’
Beyond strategic aptitude, he is shown to be a highly effective leader-through a combination of incentives, personal charisma and stringent disciplinary measures, he manages to lead three very loose cannons as an effective single unit.
This translates fluidly into his advanced bureaucratic navigation skills. Being a leader by nature, he prefers having things and people to lead (because really, “control freak” has such unpleasant connotations; he can’t help that he’s always right and everyone would do better to listen to him), but he’s patient enough to understand the process. He plays a fairly convincing employee, speaks politely and nods subserviently when he’s meant to, and is perfectly content to push papers absently while his grander schemes fall into place as if by magic. Of course, being the organizer that he is, it’s clear to those who know him well (likely three people at most) that he’s invariably the man pulling the strings, but he’s wonderful with the details, after all-wonderful enough to make the ones that look manipulative often simply vanish from the record.
And he’s very, very sure of himself. Reading the future makes a man rather confident in his own actions.
Putting his good qualities aside, Crawford has more than a few nasty little traits. For instance, there’s his god complex. It seems to have started with the mild superiority of being psychically more talented than the average human being; it grew exponentially into the calm assurance he has that the world needs to be pushed over its own edge and forced to devour itself. His grounding philosophy about humanity is that it is inherently sick. You don’t have to dig deep with people, just nudge them a little and they’ll reveal their ugly inner nature. His professed mission statement is to get all the ugly out into the open.
While he is willing to admit the utility of the other members of Schwarz and clearly holds them in a higher regard than the average human life, it’s not out of the healthy bonds of friendship which normally holds teams together. He’s shown to be protective of them-he steps in to defend Schuldig and Farfarello from a beating by Reiji Takatori. They’re useful to him, he’s used to them, they share a dark fanaticism for the same ideal of chaos-it’s bred what can probably best be described as possessive attention rather than anything properly affectionate.
He also has the unfortunate habit of speaking in metaphor more often than is strictly necessary. It seems to come, admirably enough, from both his determination to keep secrets and his hubris-induced desire to lord over those who can’t prevent his secrets from becoming fully realized monstrosities.
Abilities: Crawford is strongly precognitive. It is not an infallible glimpse into the future, and does not enable him to see the most distant of points. It is, however, the edge an analytical brain like his can use with deadly accuracy much of the time. The working explanation is that he can concentrate forward. In a fist fight, his power lets him anticipate his opponent’s next move before it’s even a conscious thought. In a planning session, deeper levels of concentration can take the guesswork out of predicting outcomes, at least to a certain point in the future. It’s possible to surprise him, but a fairly rare occurrence. He has a few other tricks up his sleeve of the fairly run-of-the-mill psychic variety-he’s very good at shielding his thoughts, enforcing layers of control in his own mindscape-but the precognition is his Golden Ticket. This ability is what makes him special.
He will be bitterly disappointed to find it’s been taken from him.
Less excitingly, he’s a sure shot with a Walther PPK, and is a talented kick-boxer, although it’s unclear whether his hand-to-hand skills are as impressive without his mental blips into the future. Either way, he’s definitely not above fighting dirty.
Background:
There isn’t a lot of data on the comings and goings of Brad Crawford before the interaction of his four-man team with the assassin cell “Weiss.” This is probably largely his own doing.
What is known is that Crawford was born in America and likely spent his earliest years there (decidedly not playing football). As a psychically gifted young person, he spent time at Rosenkrüs, where he seems to have thrived despite the oppressive atmosphere (to put it delicately) and brutal competition. It was here he honed his innate ability of precognition into a weapon. During his time at the facility, he became briefly romantically entangled, although the affair doesn’t seem to have left much of an impact. Devoid of real human connection, showing strong signs of leadership ability and with firm control over his own mind, he must have caught the special attention of Eszett, the organization using Rosenkrüs as a culling ground for the creation of a more effective breed of assassins. They were ready to use him.
It is very likely that he first met his telepathic associate Schuldig at the ‘institute;’ at the very least, the two were culled from it at the same time to be put to work. From that foundation he collected a pain-immune man named Farfarello and a young telekinetic named Nagi to create the psychically charged team known as Schwarz. Despite hardly being the most stable collection of individuals, they were mobilized under Crawford’s leadership with Eszett’s full blessings and placed on the important project of protecting political aspirant Reiji Takatori from harm during his underhanded bid for the position of prime minister.
It was immensely boring and only faintly related to Crawford’s intentions for his team. He bowed and smiled and consented in a quiet image of subservience anyway.
Schwarz was effective. Their plans, carefully smoothed into place by Crawford’s precognitive adjustments, were never a horrible challenge for the talented group to execute. Despite the constant annoyance of another four man team known as Weiss, who had taken particular interest in opposing Takatori’s rise to office, not much seemed to be able to trouble the Eszett team from achieving its professed goal of seating a puppet despot in the premier seat of Japanese government. Unfortunately, power went to Takatori’s head, and he failed to properly respect those who had pulled him to his high seat. Eszett, having no need for his continued existence if he intended to be useless, released Schwarz from their duty to protect him.
Now that they weren’t babysitting, Crawford was able to put his team to much better use on a variety of interesting projects. It showed the first inklings of the team’s true colors: beautiful little acts of chaos began infecting the landscape like an epidemic. Through a variety of puppet organizations, Eszett was throwing Japan into complete chaos. The culmination came in the (admittedly immensely elaborate) kidnapping of Aya Fujimiya from her original kidnappers (a four woman team created by Reiji Takatori’s son Masafumi). Aya was a coma patient instrumental to Eszett’s ultimate plan-and, coincidentally, the sister of one of Weiss’ assassins. The Elders, three powerful leaders behind the organization, wanted her to use as a sacrificial host for the demonic manifestation of evil they intended to summon in their quest to establish a new world order. This destructive power was not, however, something Schwarz was willing to entrust to their ‘superiors.’
So they took Aya for themselves.
It was yet another strangely elaborate scheme which involved at least a small stroke of luck to pull off; it hinged on the fact that there happened to be another young lady (Sakura) associated with Weiss who looked exactly like Aya. After more than a few shuffles of both young women, Eszett ended up with Sakura on the sacrificial slab and Schwarz in possession of Aya higher up in the tower where the summoning was taking place.
Weiss gets credit for killing two of the Elders, but the third managed to flee to Schwarz and discovered their deception. It didn’t trouble Crawford in the slightest. Through diligent effort-and, perhaps, some strand of natural superiority-the team had become overwhelmingly more powerful, cutting down the final leader of Eszett easily and firmly establishing their dominance over the organization, as well as properly revealing their long-term intention of throwing the world which had injured all of them into a state of unremitting chaos.
Or would have. The strain of the explosive psychic and physical battles, under the weight of the failed ritual and continued interference of Weiss, caused the tower Schwarz was lording in to collapse. Along with their four opposites on Weiss, Crawford and his team were sent crashing down into stone and waves and the end of the series.
Relations: (maybe more actually thoughtful things will go here soon)
Schwarz
- Schuldig - idkhisbffmastermind?
- Farfarello - His most best Rottweiler.
- Naoe Nagi - Sometimes cries, even though they're clearly playing baseball wtf.
Weiss
- All The Kittens - ...just lol.
Eszett
- Elders - They were cool until they had to die. And by "cool," we here mean "no, they always had to die."
Canon: Weiß Kreuz
Alias: The Oracle
Age: 27 or thereabout
Born in: 20th Century America
Lived in: 20th Century America, Germany, Japan (possibly others)
Current Residence: 1248 Williams Road, Mayfield, USA
Employment:
Personality:
Brad is not a good person. Not by a long shot.
He has many good qualities, of course. If his intentions and morals were in ‘the right place,’ Crawford would probably be able to create a great deal of good in the world. It’s simply that-like the other men of Schwarz-he’s decided that the world doesn’t deserve the amount of good it already has and should instead be sent to anarchic hell.
Crawford is very conscientious and detail-oriented. This makes him very good at planning forward, immensely exacting as a leader and highly efficient as a combatant. He goes through life dotting I’s and crossing T’s and keeping his suit immaculate. Psychic abilities aside (but certainly underscoring a good deal), he’s the sort of person who is always planning a few steps ahead in several directions, completely unwilling to be caught off-guard or lose the upper hand in a situation. From time to time he does find himself overwhelmed (in the finale, he’s shot by Manx because he’s clearly focused too much on masterminding around the boys of Weiss), which tends to lead to him lashing out; a character trait usually only exposed in private interactions with teammates, and hardly among his ‘good qualities.’
Beyond strategic aptitude, he is shown to be a highly effective leader-through a combination of incentives, personal charisma and stringent disciplinary measures, he manages to lead three very loose cannons as an effective single unit.
This translates fluidly into his advanced bureaucratic navigation skills. Being a leader by nature, he prefers having things and people to lead (because really, “control freak” has such unpleasant connotations; he can’t help that he’s always right and everyone would do better to listen to him), but he’s patient enough to understand the process. He plays a fairly convincing employee, speaks politely and nods subserviently when he’s meant to, and is perfectly content to push papers absently while his grander schemes fall into place as if by magic. Of course, being the organizer that he is, it’s clear to those who know him well (likely three people at most) that he’s invariably the man pulling the strings, but he’s wonderful with the details, after all-wonderful enough to make the ones that look manipulative often simply vanish from the record.
And he’s very, very sure of himself. Reading the future makes a man rather confident in his own actions.
Putting his good qualities aside, Crawford has more than a few nasty little traits. For instance, there’s his god complex. It seems to have started with the mild superiority of being psychically more talented than the average human being; it grew exponentially into the calm assurance he has that the world needs to be pushed over its own edge and forced to devour itself. His grounding philosophy about humanity is that it is inherently sick. You don’t have to dig deep with people, just nudge them a little and they’ll reveal their ugly inner nature. His professed mission statement is to get all the ugly out into the open.
While he is willing to admit the utility of the other members of Schwarz and clearly holds them in a higher regard than the average human life, it’s not out of the healthy bonds of friendship which normally holds teams together. He’s shown to be protective of them-he steps in to defend Schuldig and Farfarello from a beating by Reiji Takatori. They’re useful to him, he’s used to them, they share a dark fanaticism for the same ideal of chaos-it’s bred what can probably best be described as possessive attention rather than anything properly affectionate.
He also has the unfortunate habit of speaking in metaphor more often than is strictly necessary. It seems to come, admirably enough, from both his determination to keep secrets and his hubris-induced desire to lord over those who can’t prevent his secrets from becoming fully realized monstrosities.
Abilities: Crawford is strongly precognitive. It is not an infallible glimpse into the future, and does not enable him to see the most distant of points. It is, however, the edge an analytical brain like his can use with deadly accuracy much of the time. The working explanation is that he can concentrate forward. In a fist fight, his power lets him anticipate his opponent’s next move before it’s even a conscious thought. In a planning session, deeper levels of concentration can take the guesswork out of predicting outcomes, at least to a certain point in the future. It’s possible to surprise him, but a fairly rare occurrence. He has a few other tricks up his sleeve of the fairly run-of-the-mill psychic variety-he’s very good at shielding his thoughts, enforcing layers of control in his own mindscape-but the precognition is his Golden Ticket. This ability is what makes him special.
He will be bitterly disappointed to find it’s been taken from him.
Less excitingly, he’s a sure shot with a Walther PPK, and is a talented kick-boxer, although it’s unclear whether his hand-to-hand skills are as impressive without his mental blips into the future. Either way, he’s definitely not above fighting dirty.
Background:
There isn’t a lot of data on the comings and goings of Brad Crawford before the interaction of his four-man team with the assassin cell “Weiss.” This is probably largely his own doing.
What is known is that Crawford was born in America and likely spent his earliest years there (decidedly not playing football). As a psychically gifted young person, he spent time at Rosenkrüs, where he seems to have thrived despite the oppressive atmosphere (to put it delicately) and brutal competition. It was here he honed his innate ability of precognition into a weapon. During his time at the facility, he became briefly romantically entangled, although the affair doesn’t seem to have left much of an impact. Devoid of real human connection, showing strong signs of leadership ability and with firm control over his own mind, he must have caught the special attention of Eszett, the organization using Rosenkrüs as a culling ground for the creation of a more effective breed of assassins. They were ready to use him.
It is very likely that he first met his telepathic associate Schuldig at the ‘institute;’ at the very least, the two were culled from it at the same time to be put to work. From that foundation he collected a pain-immune man named Farfarello and a young telekinetic named Nagi to create the psychically charged team known as Schwarz. Despite hardly being the most stable collection of individuals, they were mobilized under Crawford’s leadership with Eszett’s full blessings and placed on the important project of protecting political aspirant Reiji Takatori from harm during his underhanded bid for the position of prime minister.
It was immensely boring and only faintly related to Crawford’s intentions for his team. He bowed and smiled and consented in a quiet image of subservience anyway.
Schwarz was effective. Their plans, carefully smoothed into place by Crawford’s precognitive adjustments, were never a horrible challenge for the talented group to execute. Despite the constant annoyance of another four man team known as Weiss, who had taken particular interest in opposing Takatori’s rise to office, not much seemed to be able to trouble the Eszett team from achieving its professed goal of seating a puppet despot in the premier seat of Japanese government. Unfortunately, power went to Takatori’s head, and he failed to properly respect those who had pulled him to his high seat. Eszett, having no need for his continued existence if he intended to be useless, released Schwarz from their duty to protect him.
Now that they weren’t babysitting, Crawford was able to put his team to much better use on a variety of interesting projects. It showed the first inklings of the team’s true colors: beautiful little acts of chaos began infecting the landscape like an epidemic. Through a variety of puppet organizations, Eszett was throwing Japan into complete chaos. The culmination came in the (admittedly immensely elaborate) kidnapping of Aya Fujimiya from her original kidnappers (a four woman team created by Reiji Takatori’s son Masafumi). Aya was a coma patient instrumental to Eszett’s ultimate plan-and, coincidentally, the sister of one of Weiss’ assassins. The Elders, three powerful leaders behind the organization, wanted her to use as a sacrificial host for the demonic manifestation of evil they intended to summon in their quest to establish a new world order. This destructive power was not, however, something Schwarz was willing to entrust to their ‘superiors.’
So they took Aya for themselves.
It was yet another strangely elaborate scheme which involved at least a small stroke of luck to pull off; it hinged on the fact that there happened to be another young lady (Sakura) associated with Weiss who looked exactly like Aya. After more than a few shuffles of both young women, Eszett ended up with Sakura on the sacrificial slab and Schwarz in possession of Aya higher up in the tower where the summoning was taking place.
Weiss gets credit for killing two of the Elders, but the third managed to flee to Schwarz and discovered their deception. It didn’t trouble Crawford in the slightest. Through diligent effort-and, perhaps, some strand of natural superiority-the team had become overwhelmingly more powerful, cutting down the final leader of Eszett easily and firmly establishing their dominance over the organization, as well as properly revealing their long-term intention of throwing the world which had injured all of them into a state of unremitting chaos.
Or would have. The strain of the explosive psychic and physical battles, under the weight of the failed ritual and continued interference of Weiss, caused the tower Schwarz was lording in to collapse. Along with their four opposites on Weiss, Crawford and his team were sent crashing down into stone and waves and the end of the series.
Relations: (maybe more actually thoughtful things will go here soon)
Schwarz
- Schuldig - idkhisbffmastermind?
- Farfarello - His most best Rottweiler.
- Naoe Nagi - Sometimes cries, even though they're clearly playing baseball wtf.
Weiss
- All The Kittens - ...just lol.
Eszett
- Elders - They were cool until they had to die. And by "cool," we here mean "no, they always had to die."