Oswald Cobblepot

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OSWALD CHESTERFIELD COBBLEPOT

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The Penguin
He thinks his educated airs, those family shares
Will protect him, that you will respect him
He moves in circles of friends who just pretend that they like him
He does the same to them and when you put it all together - There's the model of a charmless man
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name;;An English, German, Anglo-saxon name. Oswald is derived from the old English elements- Os = “god”, weald = “rule”. In other words- Divinely powerful (Oh hell yes he is! Mmm. XD )
nickname;;The Penguin – naturally given because of his appearance. Other nicknames consist of ‘Pengy’, ‘Ozzy’, and ‘Oz’. He hates them all.
age;; 41
date of birth;; 12-24-1968
gender;; Male
occupation;; Restaurateur / Racketeer
sexual orientation;; Heterosexual
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hair;; Black
eyes;; Brown (Hey, it looks good on the Devito version! Otherwise I'd say blue.)
height;; 5 feet
weight;; around 280-300 lbs
build;; Short and rotund. Although he’s not helplessly out of shape unlike most his size, he is still no match against Batman’s strength. He can, however, run decently enough. It’s in a criminal’s job description.
piercings;; None; too unsophisticated.
tattoos;; None; same reason.
style;; It’s not hard to see Oswald can be a stuck-up snob. His attire consists of finely tailored tuxedos. From beaver-pelt top hats, finely cut and tailored clothing to fit his portly figure, pinstriped pants, to his shiny, polished dress shoes, he gives the air of a very posh individual. He refuses to be caught dead in anything that could be found on a commoner.

His physical appearance is another matter all together. Some sneer that perhaps he dresses so earnestly because he’s trying to cover up his ugliness. His nose is abnormally long; to further resemble the look of a bird. His chubby body causes him to break into the habit of waddling like a penguin himself. His hands, though manicured nicely, are flipper-like due to lobster claw deformity.
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favorites;;
Birds: Oswald has always been most content around his birds, even at a young age. They probably are the only things in his life that truly make him happy.

Fish, Caviar, and other Delicacies: It’s part of his posh nature that he enjoys the finer things in life. Practically anyone can woo his senses by offering him a plate of sushi and caviar.

Catwoman. This one is obvious and everybody that sees him in the same room with the feline knows it. He practically drools over her. Cat and women mixed in one, luscious, package. What could be more tempting than that?

Women. Cobblepot can’t get enough of their nature. Their sensual lips, inquisitive eyes, long luscious legs, fully shaped breasts … he’s enraptured. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to like him back.

Wealth. Oswald is a victim of greed. Gems, jewels, expensive trinkets and baubles – you name it. He can’t get enough of wealth, be it coin, paper, or diamonds. Any sort of well puts a maniac gleam in his eyes.

hates;;
Batman. It’s no wonder why Batman is on the top of his hate list. The Batman proved to be a pain in Cobblepot’s ass from the very beginning. The bird would honestly be better off if he could rid himself of the winged freak once and for all. He ruins business and quite frankly, Oswald Cobblepot’s entire life. Not to mention the dreadful competition over Catwoman’s heart. Oh yes, Batjerk has to die.

Joker: The man has no dignity, no sophistication, and no style! At least, not one that fits Cobblepot’s bill. The crazed clown drives Cobblepot up the wall – Every. Single. Time. His incessant jokes, pranks, and laughter do not amuse Penguin… and probably never will.

Bruce Wayne: Cobblepot hates the fact that the millionaire gets all of the media’s attention. In truth – he wants to be Bruce Wayne. He wants to be the handsome, wealthy playboy with women draped over his arms. Nothing stirs up the jealousy vibes more than seeing everything Wayne has that he lacks.

Commoners/Poverty: He wants no part in the ragged ruffians roaming the streets of Gotham. He snubs his nose at any filth, liking to keep his fine tuxedos out of way of dust and grime. The very idea of poverty repels him.

Children: They’re annoying and make him uncomfortable. Enough said.

Nicknames: Cobblepot never liked nor grew used to being called “The Penguin” by his school peers, but unfortunately the name stuck. Quite frankly, he finds nicknames to be rude and disrespectful. Maybe that’s what causes The Joker to drive him up the wall so easily.

Arkham: Who would like this place? (Well, besides a mad-man like Joker.) Although Penguin isn’t entirely crazy, every once in a while a rookie cop will get the idea that he’s Arkham material. This pisses him off. He is NOT crazy. He’s perfectly sane.

Scarecrow: The man is irritating, not to mention an expert at grinding Ozzy’s nerves whenever he acts superior. Furthermore, the doctor makes him nervous toting around that fear toxin. Not, of course, that Oswald is afraid of anything… -shifty eyes-

strengths;;
-Intelligence: He’s gotten through school and a bit of college. He knows what he’s doing and isn’t a common thug. Although he’s not as brilliant as the Riddler, he has his moments, and likes to use pompous words to show it.

-Birds; he has a way with them and isn’t afraid to use it. If he can get them to work with him, and against his enemies, he’ll do it. Not to mention that working with them is a pleasure to begin with.

-Power/Information: Oswald knows where to reside in business. He even has Batman come to him to gain information… not that he wants that of course. But if it’s a way to keep Batman from beating him up, he’ll do it.

-Charm; many people underestimate the charm he can spin. Not only is he dressed the part, but his gentlemanly skills aren’t lacking. Although temper gets in the way, when he learns to tap it, he can be convincingly manipulative in pleasantries.

weaknesses;;
Build; his portly physique can get in the way. He’s in shape enough to keep up with the criminal life, but still lacks the superior ninja skills that Batman has.

Emotions - Any kind of emotion always gets the best of him. When he’s angry – he practically throws temper tantrums. He doesn’t acknowledge the fact that he might have fears like everyone else – which in turn only causes problems in the long run. As for that gooey, ridiculous emotion called love- well, must I say more?

Catwoman; this one is inevitable when you have a ridiculous crush. Whether it’s her rebuttal against his advances that causes his heart to bruise (yes, he has a heart), or the Batman ‘getting some’ while Oswald stands there forlorn… Catwoman causes delicate ground.

Superstitions: Like most criminals, Penguin can be very superstitious. If his imagination is pushed enough, he could likely turn tail and run. He’ll deny it later though.

Batman: Much as he’d like to deny it, Batman is better than him in a fight. Cobblepot would prefer to avoid a brawl, as most likely he’ll come out with a broken nose. That, and the vigilant is just intimidating.

Vampires. He’s superstitious. They’re bat-like and can suck your blood. What’s not to fear?

quirks/habits;;
- Using umbrellas for weapons.
-Being perverted
-Being a pompous ass … on purpose.
- Acting like a gentleman and using charm to get his way
- Nervous smoking habits
-He’ll only get drunk on a good wine.
-Avoiding poverty and the homeless as much as possible.

goals/dreams;;
-To rid himself of Batman forever.
-To be the richest man in Gotham. Then again, maybe the richest man, period.
-To be as well-known as Bruce Wayne -and respected triple-fold.
-To win Catwoman’s heart. Could you really blame him? All he wants is a little loving back!
-To best all those that have mocked him or made his life miserable.

overall personality;; Oswald Cobblepot is a man of expensive taste. Anything that is expensive or valuable is sure to catch his interest. If he had his way, he’d be the richest and most powerful man in Gotham, with woman toting after his every whim. But unfortunately, you can’t always what you want. Instead, Cobblepot gains his wealth through racketeering and in the process gets a freak dressed like a bat riding his ass. As for the women…. Well, they might be draped all over his lap, but isn’t because of his good looks. He tries to ignore the fact that the only reason women even look in his direction is because he always has a nice wad of cash in his pockets. Besides, the only woman he’s truly interested in is Catwoman. You can see how well that one’s going.

Unfortunately, due to his lack of fortune, he’s a rather crabby individual. He’s usually very grumpy and has frequent temper tantrums when his anger gets the best of him. Most know it and use this against him. Many things tend to set him off, especially when he’s being mocked. He craves respect almost as much as expensive baubles and nothing seems more disrespectful than the use of nicknames. Formality is key. Which is why Joker always manages to ruffle his feathers. The man has no class whatsoever.
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father;; Tucker Cobblepot{businessman; deceased}
mother;; Esther {Pet shop owner; deceased}
siblings;; None
relatives;; N/A
pets;; Every bird he can manage to get his hands on.
hometown;; Gotham City
currentlyliving;; Gotham City
history;;
When Oswald Cobblepot was little, his father died from pneumonia, which in effect caused his mother to be come overbearingly protective. The result was forcing young Cobblepot not to leave the house without his umbrella … ever. This caused quite an image when Oswald would arrive at school decked out in a full tuxedo, tophat, and toting around an umbrella. If this wasn’t enough, his odd appearance did the trick. Because of his short stature, tubby physique and bird-like qualities, bullies labeled him “The Penguin” and made his life miserable.

However, Cobblepot found his happiness through his mother’s pet shop. He grew close to the birds there, and learned to turn to them for comfort. With his birds, he felt as though he wasn’t alone anymore. Unfortunately, word of this soon spread to the school. To Oswald’s despair, one night the pet shop was broken into… and burnt down. All his precious birds were murdered. That was what set the final straw. Filled with grief and rage, Oswald vowed to get back all those that caused him trouble, and accepted the name “Penguin” in spite.

But there is an alternate story that contradicts the one above. Others claim it wasn’t the bullies that murdered his birds, but Oswald himself. So distraught by the horrible things that others did to him at school, one day he came home to his birds to seek comfort. One unfortunate bird made the mistake of biting his hand. So overcome with rage, he forgot his strength and bashed the life out of his babies with his own umbrella. When he came back to his senses… the deed was done.

As a young adult, Cobblepot was given the pet shop when his mother died, but the debt was so high it was nigh impossible to keep it. His family had lost its wealth, so he sought ways to regain it – through illegal measures. He took the name of The Penguin for his advantage and created the Iceberg Lounge. His restaurant grew famous, and so did his reputation of a racketeer and nemesis of the Batman.

Throughout the years, his business grew… and so did his connections. Every once in a while he would team up with some of Gotham’s ‘finest’ … Joker, Two-Face, Catwoman. Although he’s notorious for criminal crimes, Batman grudgingly tolerates him for the most part so long as he willingly relays information on crimes taking place in the city. Many times over Penguin claims to go ‘clean’ but he doesn’t stay that way for long.

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name;; Hanna
age;; 19
experience;; Since Middle School
activity;; Hopefully daily even though school will be in session. Though, if not that, at least a few times a week?
whyyoujoined;; Because roleplaying is therapy for my soul.
phrase;; Oswald Cobblepot warns you that pluto is out for revenge.
example;;

Quite frankly, Oswald Cobblepot was pissed off.

Why did he always have the short end of the stick? It wasn't fair! ...And if anyone had the balls to mention that life just wasn't fair to him, well... that said person would have to watch their back lest he used an umbrella to show just how unfair life could really be.

Because right now, Cobblepot could really use the luxury of being the beater rather than the beatee.

A knock sounded on the door. "Mr. Cobblepot, sir? Are you alright?"

In all truth, Cobblepot was not alright. Inside his office, located in the penthouse above his Iceberg Lounge, Oswald struggled upright from the mess surrounding him. His finely polished oak desk was splintered and toppled onto its side, the objects that had once lain on its surface were scattered all around it. The bookcase's shelves were in ruins; books featuring birds of many varieties were strewn across the floor. His clothing was tousled, ripped in areas, while his bowtie had become unraveled. His monocle revealed a crack quite like a spiderweb, causing his vision to be quite a headache. As for the eye hidden behind the broken glass, it was clear a painful bruise was forming. On the other side of his face, his cheek sported a bloody gash.

In other words, Batman had paid him a visit.

The knocking continued, though the voice was more hesitant, "...Sir?"

"I'm fine, you blithering idiot!" Cobblepot spat out, stumbling uneasily to his feet, wincing as his elbow brushed against the side of the toppled over desk. Clearly, he had more bruises to discover. Despite this, no matter how much Cobblepot smarted, or how obvious his scuffle would appear to others, admitting humiliation would only anger him further.

Having reached the door, he opened it to find the man who had knocked waiting for him. He was dressed smartly in a tuxedo of his own, though Cobblepot liked to think he looked far superior to this wretched young man. Well... when his own tuxedo hadn't just suffered through a bat fight. The young man, (Percy, if Cobblepot could remember correctly) had enough brains to know to keep out of Oswald's way. That was where his common sense ended. As soon as he caught sight of the shape Oswald was in, his eyes widened. "Ah."

"Ah." Oswald agreed wryly, and snagged Percy by the bow-tie. Face to face now, he glared into the frightened eyes of the young man. "If you know what's best for you, you'll know not to breathe a word of this."

"Y-yes sir! Of course, sir!"

Cobblepot cut off the man's babbling, "Clean up this mess." With that, he shoved the poor Percy away and stalked off down the corridor towards the staircase. He needed a drink. Torn, disheveled clothes or not, he was going down to the main floor of his lounge, and if anyone was going to comment on his apparel, may they be damned.

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