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I don't think im going to be doing too much with this guy now, its been a good while since I last worked on him. I'll probably still be making a bit of art of him now and then of course. I don't know, I know he's not the greatest character ever, but I still enjoy drawing him.

(Things changed regarding visual appearance)
- Tweak his skull and a bit of the colours
- Remove blood from legs, maybe make them look a bit more aged
- Update/Tweak facial hair

I want to start out by saying I'm not very happy with the way I've laid stuff out here, but I guess its just to show the design.
Anyway, here's an updated version of Crowman's character. I have written quite a lot, if you manage to make it to the end, you are surely brave (If make it through this madness)
I'm not going to add a filter but the 'brief' backstory story might be considered a bit graphic, so just heads up just in case. (Though then again I've never been great at writing)

Nickname: 'Crowman'
Full Name: Arthur Crowman
Species: Ghost/Spirit (Cursed)
Gender: Male
Age before death: Roughly 23-24 (Although he doesn't necessarily age he does have a slightly worn appearance)
Strengths
-Speed
-Strength
-Stealth (Naturally, being a ghost/spirit)
-Learning layouts of an area
-Quick reflexes
Weaknesses
- Fire (In his physical form his skin is capable or being burnt, any burns he receives never fully heal and leave nasty scaring around his body)
- Animal blood (Acts as a sort of ward, he sees it as slightly intimidating)
- Holy objects
- His Presence can sometime by anticipated by the scent of his cloak or if a unusual flock of birds circles/hangs around an area.
- He is incapable of actually touching the cloak, he can only envy those who possess it.
Abilities
- Supernatural strength and speed
- His presence draws strange birds to the area, if he kills, they will dispose of the body. They have been known to occasionally harass Crowman's victims (whilst they are still alive, more so if the person is wearing the cloak)
- Once he chooses to attack, he is incapable vanishing from sight until his 'target' is dead. (Basicaly, he cannot kill while in this ghostly/stalker-ish 'mode', he can only kill when in his physical 'mode')
- He can constantly sense the cloaks presence, or more importantly if someone has been unlucky enough to come into possession of it.
Purpose (Why he attacks/Kills)
He is cursed to follow his brother's cloak, the cloak itself has unusually kept itself very preserved (Constantly looks brand new). He forever envies those who come into possession of it in any sort of way, as he is incapable of ever touching it himself. He is however capable of killing. He wont give up on it, or rather, he cannot.
If multiple people have touched the cloak he will pick them off one by one in order.
Method of killing (Note: *This may be changed)
Crowman stalks his victims at first looking for a opportunity to strike. This is usually when the person he is targeting is alone. He will strike from behind and quickly fix the noose around the persons throat (choosing the right moment). Before they can fully react to the situation he begins dragging them away (He will either drag them to a close isolated area, or simply choke them until they are weakened if they are already in such an area), choking/weakening them as he does so. After this Crowman will proceed to rip open the chest of his victim to attract the flock of birds to feast on the body (If they still have some sort of strength left before this he will beat them until barely conscious). He will then move onto hunting the people who have touched the cloak after the previous victim in order. If no one else has touched it, he is forced to remain in his 'ghost' form (Basically unable to physically interact with anything, so instead of 'changing forms' it may just be considered just a restriction on his abilities), stuck in the area the cloak is left until touched again.
Personality
Jealous
Competitive
Complacent/Smug
Grumpy
Persistent

Other
- Attempts to destroy the cloak seems to just make him more determined to kill. Since the cloak has strangely preserved itself it's unknown if anything can destroy it (It is usually too late for most people to try).
- There's a small possibility that he may leave someone alone (or 'skip them') if the person has visibly received the cloak unwillingly and has passed it onto someone else, though again this is very rare.
- Wearing his brother's cloak may seem like a good idea for protection against him, but it never really ends well. Though he cannot physically attack the victim, he is capable of attacking those/objects around them (Normally he wouldn't pay too much interest to). He will usually wait for the moment when they finally remove the cloak (usually for a few days maybe, but gets increasingly frustrated). If the cloak has not been removed he will start taking out his frustration on the people and the area close by.
- Flies buzz around his cloak sometimes, it is infested with all sorts of parasites that live in it.
- Back is slightly hunched over due to his work at the farm for so many years.
- Uses a noose as a weapon, but will use his nails, fists, and head-butts.
- He constantly bleeds from the head.

Voice/tone of speech
- His manor of speech is usually grumpy. His voice itself is husky, when he speaks it's sounds more like a low grunt or a growl (...This is hard to describe, he doesn't really speak much at all, but he does growl at things a lot)

Backstory ('Brief')
(Note: Brief is a little bit of an understatement... I get a bit carried away towards the end so I do apologies for that, I'm still not the best of writing. Also, the story needs some updating, particularly towards the end.)
Arthur had grown up on a farm with his father and his older brother Arvel, he worked mainly on looking after the animals, mainly sheep. Each of them worked hard everyday to earn a profit, which really wasn't a lot at. As a competitive child, Arthur would constantly seek ways to beat his brother. Both had very little contact with other people, they were restricted by the long hours of work. Arthur was presented one day by his father with a cloak for his hard work. He was overjoyed with the reward, but was even more joyful over the fact he had something his his brother didn't. From that day onward, he began to develop a smug attitude around the farm. He wore the cloak everyday, showing it off to his brother- and to the small collection of farm animals they owned. It slowly began to become dirtier and dirtier as the days past. His quality of work began to decrease as his ego grew. He would even on occasion make an excuse to visit Arvel when he should have really been doing his work, just to show it off, even though months had passed since he had first received the reward.
Something that angered Arthur was the lack of visible response on Arvel's face, although he strongly believed he was probably hiding it, he couldn't help but hate how his brother could keep such a calm and focused expression. He would barely give him so much as a glance. Unfortunately for Arthur his father had noticed this change of attitude, more so because it was effecting his work. To teach Arthur a lesson- and to reward Arvel for his work, he presented him with his own cloak. Compared to Arthur's lightly tangled and dirtied one, it was quite a spectacle. Unfortunately Arthur did not learn his lesson like his father had intended, in short, the young man felt someone betrayed, yet oblivious to what was happening.
He unfortunately couldn't quite accept that he was doing (or had been up until then) anything wrong. Additionally to fuel his rage, both his father and Arvel would dismiss any talk regarding the cloaks. In short Arthur began to become increasingly paranoid. He would think his father and brother would tease, mock and plot behind his back. In his early stages he felt the sense of helplessness, like a child being rejected by a parent, but yet there his brother stood with to his father, calm as ever. The mere expression on his face drove him insane, and it would from then on be met by his own harsh glare or a scowl. His work on the farm didn't exactly improve either, his acts became more rebellious, which he was of course punished for in some matter. Something else that he began to develop, or rather lose was his acknowledgement of punishment, especially with how often he received it.
It wasn't just him who was irritated, the two oldest members of the family began to unconsciously resent the young man. A distance grew between the family, up until the point where Arthur's father pretty much gave up on him, didn't really want anything to do with him. Arthur didn't fully realize the full extent of his actions. He was basically at a point of defiance where he would refuse to do next to nothing. He had tried and had failed in attempting to steal Arvel's cloak many times. As long as both family members were around, it would be impossible to keep it himself anyway. He would still wear his own, thinking it gave him some sense of pride, but it just acted as a constant reminder, he wanted the other too. He was willing to go to extreme lengths to 'win' (Not only that but the satisfaction of beating his brother).
The day came when Arthur would (once again) try to strip Arvel of his cloak he so envied, compared to his now greasy,infested and knotted one. He chose to use a large piece of rope for his weapon, he tied it into a noose shape and wrapped the excess rope around his left arm. He removed a scarecrow from one of the fields Arvel would generally tend to. It was thick with tall crops reaching just above Arthur's chin, providing good camouflage. Due to the lack of scarecrow, birds began to swarm and circle around the area, visible from a good distance away. Arvel noticed this and cautiously headed to the fields to investigate. Arthur was crouched between the swarm of plants, he watched his brother warily step into and approach the centre field. Before he could fully react to the fallen scarecrow, a rough material was slung tightly around his neck. He was yanked off his feet, his head smacked against the ground, the crow infested sky moved rapidly as he was dragged by the throat for a short distance. Arthur was thankful his brother let out little more than a yelp as the rope seemed to replace shouts with gasps for air. Arvel with still some resistance tried to fight back at the sight of his attacker, but in his state was beaten into a vulnerable mess. Arvel in his painful daze felt something sharp dig into his chest, it was angled in such a way that it shifted his ribs as more pressure was applied.The wound seemed to get bigger. Arthur, throwing the sharp farming tool to the side, began to pry his work worn hands into the deep wound between his brothers chest. He began to slowly with effort pry the young mans chest open, a slight grin as he kept switching between his brothers expression and the wound. His idea being the body would attract birds to feed and dispose of it, something he thought would work well at the time.
In this moment of 'victory' Arthur became cocky, wanting to move onto his next target. He took Arvel's cloak and draped it on top of his old one like a trophy. To no surprise, he was of course greeted with a negative response by his father (being covered in flesh and blood with a cloak on his back, he was quite quick in piecing together what had happened) he was older, but not a weak man by any means. The young man had originally wanted to attack in a similar fashion, but during his attempt he was caught. With little hesitation his father decided to do what he thought was best, to put his son down. Arthur was beat to the ground until barely conscious, slightly in shock when knocked off his high horse. Wanting to end it as quickly as possible, he searched for the nearest thing he could find. He finished the young man by smashing a animal skull across his head to the point where it was literately encased in his own. Arthur died in his own cloak, bloodied, infested and ruined, so far from it's original state. A horned animal skull crushed into his own head, Arvel's cloak limply griped in his hand.

Well done if you've made it this far, I hope that made a bit of sense... "._.

Description

I don't think im going to be doing too much with this guy now, its been a good while since I last worked on him. I'll probably still be making a bit of art of him now and then of course. I don't know, I know he's not the greatest character ever, but I still enjoy drawing him.

(Things changed regarding visual appearance)
- Tweak his skull and a bit of the colours
- Remove blood from legs, maybe make them look a bit more aged
- Update/Tweak facial hair

I want to start out by saying I'm not very happy with the way I've laid stuff out here, but I guess its just to show the design.
Anyway, here's an updated version of Crowman's character. I have written quite a lot, if you manage to make it to the end, you are surely brave (If make it through this madness)
I'm not going to add a filter but the 'brief' backstory story might be considered a bit graphic, so just heads up just in case. (Though then again I've never been great at writing)

Nickname: 'Crowman'
Full Name: Arthur Crowman
Species: Ghost/Spirit (Cursed)
Gender: Male
Age before death: Roughly 23-24 (Although he doesn't necessarily age he does have a slightly worn appearance)
Strengths
-Speed
-Strength
-Stealth (Naturally, being a ghost/spirit)
-Learning layouts of an area
-Quick reflexes
Weaknesses
- Fire (In his physical form his skin is capable or being burnt, any burns he receives never fully heal and leave nasty scaring around his body)
- Animal blood (Acts as a sort of ward, he sees it as slightly intimidating)
- Holy objects
- His Presence can sometime by anticipated by the scent of his cloak or if a unusual flock of birds circles/hangs around an area.
- He is incapable of actually touching the cloak, he can only envy those who possess it.
Abilities
- Supernatural strength and speed
- His presence draws strange birds to the area, if he kills, they will dispose of the body. They have been known to occasionally harass Crowman's victims (whilst they are still alive, more so if the person is wearing the cloak)
- Once he chooses to attack, he is incapable vanishing from sight until his 'target' is dead. (Basicaly, he cannot kill while in this ghostly/stalker-ish 'mode', he can only kill when in his physical 'mode')
- He can constantly sense the cloaks presence, or more importantly if someone has been unlucky enough to come into possession of it.
Purpose (Why he attacks/Kills)
He is cursed to follow his brother's cloak, the cloak itself has unusually kept itself very preserved (Constantly looks brand new). He forever envies those who come into possession of it in any sort of way, as he is incapable of ever touching it himself. He is however capable of killing. He wont give up on it, or rather, he cannot.
If multiple people have touched the cloak he will pick them off one by one in order.
Method of killing (Note: *This may be changed)
Crowman stalks his victims at first looking for a opportunity to strike. This is usually when the person he is targeting is alone. He will strike from behind and quickly fix the noose around the persons throat (choosing the right moment). Before they can fully react to the situation he begins dragging them away (He will either drag them to a close isolated area, or simply choke them until they are weakened if they are already in such an area), choking/weakening them as he does so. After this Crowman will proceed to rip open the chest of his victim to attract the flock of birds to feast on the body (If they still have some sort of strength left before this he will beat them until barely conscious). He will then move onto hunting the people who have touched the cloak after the previous victim in order. If no one else has touched it, he is forced to remain in his 'ghost' form (Basically unable to physically interact with anything, so instead of 'changing forms' it may just be considered just a restriction on his abilities), stuck in the area the cloak is left until touched again.
Personality
Jealous
Competitive
Complacent/Smug
Grumpy
Persistent

Other
- Attempts to destroy the cloak seems to just make him more determined to kill. Since the cloak has strangely preserved itself it's unknown if anything can destroy it (It is usually too late for most people to try).
- There's a small possibility that he may leave someone alone (or 'skip them') if the person has visibly received the cloak unwillingly and has passed it onto someone else, though again this is very rare.
- Wearing his brother's cloak may seem like a good idea for protection against him, but it never really ends well. Though he cannot physically attack the victim, he is capable of attacking those/objects around them (Normally he wouldn't pay too much interest to). He will usually wait for the moment when they finally remove the cloak (usually for a few days maybe, but gets increasingly frustrated). If the cloak has not been removed he will start taking out his frustration on the people and the area close by.
- Flies buzz around his cloak sometimes, it is infested with all sorts of parasites that live in it.
- Back is slightly hunched over due to his work at the farm for so many years.
- Uses a noose as a weapon, but will use his nails, fists, and head-butts.
- He constantly bleeds from the head.

Voice/tone of speech
- His manor of speech is usually grumpy. His voice itself is husky, when he speaks it's sounds more like a low grunt or a growl (...This is hard to describe, he doesn't really speak much at all, but he does growl at things a lot)

Backstory ('Brief')
(Note: Brief is a little bit of an understatement... I get a bit carried away towards the end so I do apologies for that, I'm still not the best of writing. Also, the story needs some updating, particularly towards the end.)
Arthur had grown up on a farm with his father and his older brother Arvel, he worked mainly on looking after the animals, mainly sheep. Each of them worked hard everyday to earn a profit, which really wasn't a lot at. As a competitive child, Arthur would constantly seek ways to beat his brother. Both had very little contact with other people, they were restricted by the long hours of work. Arthur was presented one day by his father with a cloak for his hard work. He was overjoyed with the reward, but was even more joyful over the fact he had something his his brother didn't. From that day onward, he began to develop a smug attitude around the farm. He wore the cloak everyday, showing it off to his brother- and to the small collection of farm animals they owned. It slowly began to become dirtier and dirtier as the days past. His quality of work began to decrease as his ego grew. He would even on occasion make an excuse to visit Arvel when he should have really been doing his work, just to show it off, even though months had passed since he had first received the reward.
Something that angered Arthur was the lack of visible response on Arvel's face, although he strongly believed he was probably hiding it, he couldn't help but hate how his brother could keep such a calm and focused expression. He would barely give him so much as a glance. Unfortunately for Arthur his father had noticed this change of attitude, more so because it was effecting his work. To teach Arthur a lesson- and to reward Arvel for his work, he presented him with his own cloak. Compared to Arthur's lightly tangled and dirtied one, it was quite a spectacle. Unfortunately Arthur did not learn his lesson like his father had intended, in short, the young man felt someone betrayed, yet oblivious to what was happening.
He unfortunately couldn't quite accept that he was doing (or had been up until then) anything wrong. Additionally to fuel his rage, both his father and Arvel would dismiss any talk regarding the cloaks. In short Arthur began to become increasingly paranoid. He would think his father and brother would tease, mock and plot behind his back. In his early stages he felt the sense of helplessness, like a child being rejected by a parent, but yet there his brother stood with to his father, calm as ever. The mere expression on his face drove him insane, and it would from then on be met by his own harsh glare or a scowl. His work on the farm didn't exactly improve either, his acts became more rebellious, which he was of course punished for in some matter. Something else that he began to develop, or rather lose was his acknowledgement of punishment, especially with how often he received it.
It wasn't just him who was irritated, the two oldest members of the family began to unconsciously resent the young man. A distance grew between the family, up until the point where Arthur's father pretty much gave up on him, didn't really want anything to do with him. Arthur didn't fully realize the full extent of his actions. He was basically at a point of defiance where he would refuse to do next to nothing. He had tried and had failed in attempting to steal Arvel's cloak many times. As long as both family members were around, it would be impossible to keep it himself anyway. He would still wear his own, thinking it gave him some sense of pride, but it just acted as a constant reminder, he wanted the other too. He was willing to go to extreme lengths to 'win' (Not only that but the satisfaction of beating his brother).
The day came when Arthur would (once again) try to strip Arvel of his cloak he so envied, compared to his now greasy,infested and knotted one. He chose to use a large piece of rope for his weapon, he tied it into a noose shape and wrapped the excess rope around his left arm. He removed a scarecrow from one of the fields Arvel would generally tend to. It was thick with tall crops reaching just above Arthur's chin, providing good camouflage. Due to the lack of scarecrow, birds began to swarm and circle around the area, visible from a good distance away. Arvel noticed this and cautiously headed to the fields to investigate. Arthur was crouched between the swarm of plants, he watched his brother warily step into and approach the centre field. Before he could fully react to the fallen scarecrow, a rough material was slung tightly around his neck. He was yanked off his feet, his head smacked against the ground, the crow infested sky moved rapidly as he was dragged by the throat for a short distance. Arthur was thankful his brother let out little more than a yelp as the rope seemed to replace shouts with gasps for air. Arvel with still some resistance tried to fight back at the sight of his attacker, but in his state was beaten into a vulnerable mess. Arvel in his painful daze felt something sharp dig into his chest, it was angled in such a way that it shifted his ribs as more pressure was applied.The wound seemed to get bigger. Arthur, throwing the sharp farming tool to the side, began to pry his work worn hands into the deep wound between his brothers chest. He began to slowly with effort pry the young mans chest open, a slight grin as he kept switching between his brothers expression and the wound. His idea being the body would attract birds to feed and dispose of it, something he thought would work well at the time.
In this moment of 'victory' Arthur became cocky, wanting to move onto his next target. He took Arvel's cloak and draped it on top of his old one like a trophy. To no surprise, he was of course greeted with a negative response by his father (being covered in flesh and blood with a cloak on his back, he was quite quick in piecing together what had happened) he was older, but not a weak man by any means. The young man had originally wanted to attack in a similar fashion, but during his attempt he was caught. With little hesitation his father decided to do what he thought was best, to put his son down. Arthur was beat to the ground until barely conscious, slightly in shock when knocked off his high horse. Wanting to end it as quickly as possible, he searched for the nearest thing he could find. He finished the young man by smashing a animal skull across his head to the point where it was literately encased in his own. Arthur died in his own cloak, bloodied, infested and ruined, so far from it's original state. A horned animal skull crushed into his own head, Arvel's cloak limply griped in his hand.

Well done if you've made it this far, I hope that made a bit of sense... "._.