Rp Blog for Crash from Ghosts CBS | Penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | read rules and about before interacting | heavily headcanon based
Rp Blog for Crash from Ghosts CBS | Penned by Jay (she/they/he, 30+) | follows back from @foxytonic | read rules and about before interacting | heavily headcanon based
Uh…creepy ghosts watching our every move (including yours), drugging ghosts, and stealing their memories. And I’m hardly brushing the surface here of what they’ve done.
Like, I know you’re my arch-nemesis, but I’m being serious when I say don’t mess around with this.
Uh…creepy ghosts watching our every move (including yours), drugging ghosts, and stealing their memories. And I’m hardly brushing the surface here of what they’ve done.
Like, I know you’re my arch-nemesis, but I’m being serious when I say don’t mess around with this.
So all these ppl died in like the early 50s or so under similar circumstances and they are just now going “hey, maybe they’re linked!” Police are fucking useless damn
I mean, that’s a pretty common occurrence. They didn’t have the science or technology back then that we did in the 80’s, let alone what we have now. Besides that, from what I’ve heard, a lot of cops were also corrupt as fuck back then. Taking bribes from mobsters and whatnot.
Yeah, and they were also too busy trying to censor the general public to worry about actual serial killers. 🙄 Outta curiosity, though, what cases are you talking about in particular?
So all these ppl died in like the early 50s or so under similar circumstances and they are just now going “hey, maybe they’re linked!” Police are fucking useless damn
I mean, that’s a pretty common occurrence. They didn’t have the science or technology back then that we did in the 80’s, let alone what we have now. Besides that, from what I’ve heard, a lot of cops were also corrupt as fuck back then. Taking bribes from mobsters and whatnot.
Yeah, and they were also too busy trying to censor the general public to worry about actual serial killers. 🙄 Outta curiosity, though, what cases are you talking about in particular?
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V; main - Crash is a ghost at Woodstone! Mostly takes place within the scope of the show, but any in character posts tagged as Ghosts RP Group are canon divergent and based on the lore of that group. Ic asks will likely be tagged as that, as well.
V; past - takes place when Crash was alive and living in Brooklyn, likely in the time period between him turning in his uncle and his death.
V; rockstar - an AU where Crash’s music career actually took off, and he spent much of the late 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s dodging mafia hits and writing hit songs. His music is controversial, as it centers around a lot of political issues of the time, but he quickly becomes popular with the younger generations.
(Note that everything on this page is heavily headcanon based. The show really hasn’t elaborated much on Crash’s character or story. What you see here is my take on him!)
Name: Edward Caputo
Alias: Crash
Age: 23 (at ToD in 1957)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human (formerly), Ghost
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, 5’9”, average build, dressed as a greaser, has a red slice across his throat where his head was cut off.
FC: Alex Boniello
Death: Decapitation
Personality: A bit airheaded at times, passionate, friendly, acts overconfident, desperate for affection, creative, poetic, hopeless romantic, rebellious, hides a lot of self-doubt and loathing behind bravado, hates censorship, pro civil rights, can be closed off about certain subjects (I.e. his death), but otherwise wears his heart on his sleeve.
Powers/Abilities: standard ghost stuff. He has a great singing voice, but his songwriting skills are lacking.
Flaws/Weaknesses: His head gets knocked off fairly frequently, and it usually takes a while for him to find it. He’s also easily manipulated and/or distracted.
Nationality: American
Languages: English
Profession: Greaser…?
Warning: Crash’s backstory contains mentions of violence, decapitation, body horror, memory loss, manipulation, abuse, and murder! Read at your own risk!
Backstory: The Caputo family were decent, normal folks. They lived in an apartment in Brooklyn. Dad was a butcher; mom was a nurse who left when her eldest son was around six or seven to go serve in WW2. When she came back four years later, their home had crumbled into chaos. Her husband was a drunk. Her eldest son, Edward, had grown scrawny because he was too focused on feeding his twin younger brothers, Lorenzo and Lucio, and taking care of them. Needless to say, she was horrified, and immediately began working to help all three of her boys, despite Eddie trying to play tough and tell her to focus more on the twins. Her husband echoed him, grumbling that the kid needed to learn some responsibility. She shot back that Eddie certainly hadn’t learned it from his lush of a father, which sparked a huge fight between the two. Much of the rest of his childhood was like that. Boring school days bookended by early morning and late night arguments between his parents. He hated it. Contemplated running away, but couldn’t leave his brothers behind, so instead, he escaped by observing the world around him. And boy, was there a lot to observe.
The war, brutal as it was, had brought a lot of societal changes back to the US, and as Eddie grew older, he began to understand them more and more. By his late teens, he’d begun questioning why segregation was still a thing, why men had certain privileges that women didn’t, why people were still persecuted for where they were born, where their parents were born, what gods they believed in, and what they looked like. American soldiers of all classes, colors, and creeds had just helped win a war against that sort of discrimination, right? So why was it evil for the Germans and Italians to do it, but perfectly fine here? His disillusionment with American pride and hypocrisy was what led him to rebel and fall into the greaser lifestyle. Leather jackets, pomade, motorcycles, and Rock’n’Roll. He made friends with a group of older guys who razzed him a little at first, but soon took him under their wing, and the twins were quick to follow suit. Their mother was less than pleased. Their father threatened to kick them out, but caved when their mother threatened to kick him out instead.
Shortly after turning eighteen, Eddie earned the nickname Crash when he witnessed a car wreck and insisted that he and the rest of the gang pull over to help. Thankfully, everyone involved was alright, and the police even commended the boys for stopping. Crash felt that his new name fit him better than his father’s name, and refused to go by anything else afterward(aside from whatever pet names his girlfriend at the time came up with). He graduated high school not long after that, and his father gave him an ultimatum: join the family business, or get out and never come back. Not wanting to leave his brothers behind, he reluctantly agreed, giving up his pursuit of a singing career for a job at the butcher shop. It wasn’t at all what he thought it was going to be.
As it turned out, his uncle was heavily involved in the mafia, and the butcher shop was a front for one of their hitman agencies. Crash overheard a lot of things that he really shouldn’t have while working the register. Things that made his stomach turn. He debated for a long time whether or not he should turn them in to the police, as much as he’d grown to resent cops, but he didn’t know what sort of hell that would unleash on his mother and brothers, so he stayed silent out of fear. His friends noticed he was pulling away, however, and made an effort to try and cheer him up. They took him out almost every night, sneaking into seedy clubs, encouraging him to take part in open mic nights, being awkward yet supportive the one time they found him drunkenly making out with a guy instead of a girl. That was a…confusing night. Good, but confusing. The twins insisted on having a talk with him about it on the fire escape early the next morning. He was shocked to hear Lorenzo admit to being glad he wasn’t the only Caputo boy who was interested in men; Lucio followed with a comment about being the odd one out that made all of them laugh.
By the time his twenty-first birthday had rolled around, Crash had developed more confidence in himself and his beliefs, and was beginning to make preparations to extricate his family from his uncle’s mafia dealings. His near-arrest at a vulgar but shockingly honest comedy show only bolstered his convictions, as did the crowd’s overwhelming anger at the cops who’d tried to drag him and a few others, including Lenny Bruce, out of the club. Crash began actively taking part in civil rights protests around New York City whilst putting away money for his mother and brothers, hoping that with his help, they would be able to escape before he lit the match that would send his uncle’s mafia ties up in smoke. He’d been collecting evidence, too. Plenty of evidence. After a year and a half, and a brutal fight with his father, he finally had enough. Gave all of his savings to his mother, and made arrangements for the rest of the gang to get her and the twins on a train out of town while he skipped work to drop a dime on his father and uncle. Chaos erupted. His evidence and testimony led to a long chain of arrests and the downfall of a minor mafia branch, which naturally landed him in hot water. The last time he saw his father, Edward vowed that Crash would pay for his betrayal.
A month passed. Then two. Then three. After seven, Crash had begun to think that perhaps his father’s threat had been just as empty as the ones he’d heard growing up. He and a few friends were now running the butcher shop as a legitimate business, now, and he’d gotten back into singing and writing songs. Hell, he’d even met a guy who was really into him! Nico was sweet, charming, funny, and admittedly a far better lyricist than him, and he was a constant inspiration to Crash. When he suggested that they take a vacation to a lovely estate up in Ulster County, Crash didn’t question it. He deserved a nice getaway with the man he thought might be the love of his life. An escape from the stress and paranoia. Little did he know that it would be the beginning of his end.
Woodstone Manor was gorgeous. A lot of history within its walls. Grounds that looked like something straight out of a fairytale, especially in the fall, when all of the leaves had turned and transformed the forest landscape into a fiery dream. Crash found himself wondering what it might be like to live in a place like this. To build a family and watch them grow. It made him want to work even harder, so that he could eventually provide that sort of life for Nico. It wasn’t meant to be, of course, because of the laws of the time, but laws could be changed, and with any luck, they would change within his lifetime. He hoped.
That hope was dashed when Nico introduced him to the head of the Woodstone family, who had inherited mob ties from his father, Thomas, and was none too pleased that Crash had destroyed a good chunk of his operations in New York City. He ordered the young man taken out back and executed for his loose lips. A beheading, as he intended to send a clear message for anyone else who deigned to go against him. Following the order, Nico tied up his pleading lover, hauled him out back to the woodpile, and lopped his head off with one mighty swing.
Needless to say, Crash was utterly devastated. He couldn’t move on. Didn’t really acknowledge the other ghosts at first, just…shut down. Stayed on the ground where he’d died long after his body was hauled off and buried in an unmarked grave. After his head had been collected and sent back to the butcher shop in Brooklyn. After the police came and raided the manor because one of Woodstone’s own kids turned him in. It took over a week for Crash to come to, and when he did, he’d blocked out most of the events leading up to his death. He didn’t remember Nico, or how he got to Woodstone, or how or why he’d died. All he could do was figure out how to put his head back on his shoulders and live with his new afterlife.
Sinking into his charming greaser persona was easy. All he had to worry about was making a good impression on the other ghosts and not walking through livings. Making friends had been his specialty, after all. Everyone loved the Crash!
1. No godmodding. Don’t try to control my character, and don’t automatically assume he’s going to conform to what you want him to do.
2. Anon hate is cowardly and stupid. If you have an issue with me, my characters, or my roleplaying style, just message me about it so that we can work things out like mature and civilized folks. Any Anon hate will be met with shameless mocking and roasted like chestnuts over a fire. However! There’s a difference between mocking me and mocking my muse! In-character asks are always welcome, just be aware that Crash gives as good as he gets.
3. Mun is 18+. While NSFW themes such as violence, blood, torture, and criminal acts MAY be present, smut will not be written on this blog. If an rp gets to that point, I would much prefer a fade-out or time-skip. This blog is not exclusive to 18+ peeps, and I don’t want to get anyone in trouble, least of all myself.
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11. I’m not here to start drama, nor am I keen on being dragged into it, HOWEVER, if you have a problem with my friends, you have a problem with me. Trying to pit me against a partner will result in an instant block.
12. If you’re a bigot of any kind or you support known abusers (I.E. Am*er He*rd), stay off my blog.
13. I don’t roleplay with people who FC hunt. If you’re only interested in my characters because of the FC I use, we’re not compatible partners. If I see a tag on your blog like ‘wanted opposite’ or ‘wanted partner’ or something to that effect, it will result in an immediate unfollow/block.
14. I am part of a Ghosts RP group, but I’m not exclusively affiliated with them. Any threads I do with them will be entirely first person/in character, and tagged as such. While I am cool with doing ic posts/threads outside of that group, I prefer longer para/third person threads. However! This also an ask blog! Feel free to ask Crash whatever you want!
15. I mentioned gore and violence earlier, but this is a more specific warning: this blog contains mentions of death, decapitation, and body horror. Crash is quite literally a headless ghost, and his death (as I’ve written it) was pretty gruesome. If you can’t handle that, no shade, just please don’t follow or interact with this blog. The last thing I want to do is make people uncomfortable. I say that as genuinely as possible.
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