when i think of Barty Crouch Jnr i think of split lip, erl piercing (the one in the nose bridge), and manic grinning. I think of hands stained green from dying his hair, i think of Monster cans, those colourful sour strips, gambling and mismatched socks. I think of drunk driving and arson, I think of graffiti tags. I think of throwing rocks at windows, arms held high in the air after winning a race, i think of bar fights and tornado's. I think of laundry basket empty but clothes all over the floor. I think of charcoal marks on his fingers from drawing.
But I also think about Barty doing all these crazy things to escape that feeling inside him that knows he's not quite right in the head, that finds himself disgusted with his sick thoughts, I think of him practically stalking Evan's every move to try and see a crack in his love. I think of Barty waiting for all his friends to lose hope in him, to suddenly turn around and hate him. I think of Barty self-sabotaging every relationship because he believes he deserves it.
I think of him trying to find a father figure that loves him for the way he is, i think of Voldemort preying on this insecure teenager who just wants a dad that loves him, I think of Voldemort taking him under his wing and raising him under the death eater ideology in exchange for a 'dad' who acts proud of him.
I think of Barty ending up alone after all and realising that all he ever really wanted was a family. I think of a Barty escaping Azkaban in grief for Evan and Regulus, I think of him planning on avenging Evan's death and falling right back into Voldemort's arms, like a son embraces a father.
That to me is Barty Crouch Jnr.
I'm currently writing a fic with this characterisation of him, it's called He Took A Piece Of Me With Him on ao3! it's still in the early chapters (first year) but i have such big plans for it and this is the characterisation of him once he's a bit older !!!