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PLAYER
✧ NAME: Oreo
✧ LJ USERNAME: manslut
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): AIM: countchawqla
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: NADA
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Crowley
✧ SERIES: Supernatural
✧ HISTORY: http://supernatural.wikia.com/wiki/Crowley
✧ TIMELINE: Post-declaring himself as the King of Hell. Before his death.
✧ PERSONALITY: Outwardly, Crowley presents himself as an esteemed businessman. His appearance (mentioned above), gives him somewhat of an advantage when it comes to socializing. As a crossroads demon, he constantly makes deals with those who summon him. Thus, he presents himself as an appropriate candidate for the job. At the same time, the majority of crossroads demons (in Supernatural) are usually young and attractive females. When Crowley is first introduced, a banker summons him for a deal, which of course means they have to kiss. While the banker seemed to have a homophobic nature, it was either that or not making a deal, so he agreed. In this first appearance, Crowley’s outward personality was summed up: a cocky bastard who finds great pleasure in making others uncomfortable.
Depending on who you talk to, people perceive Crowley differently. For example, the Winchesters were very reluctant about trusting him in Season 5. Especially given the catastrophe with Ruby. At the same time, Crowley presents himself as level headed and unafraid of the Winchesters. His wit and logic overcame their threats and he ended up allying himself with them. That said, the Winchesters and by no means trusted Crowley, but they were easily manipulated into trusting him due to his hold on Bobby’s soul. He also healed Bobby’s legs as a additional favor in the deal he made with him. Doing this, made him come off as somewhat genuine. In the sense that perhaps he actually did have “a heart.”
Crowley realizes that one of humanity’s biggest weaknesses is their ability to empathize. As a demon, he’s incapable of doing that. While Crowley’s motives for healing Bobby’s legs seemed odd at the time, he used it as a tactic to gain their trust in addition to their alliance. Another way he claims to empathize is when he tells Sam, Dean, and Bobby why he wants to help them stop the apocalypse. He claims that by letting Lucifer take over would mean death to all demons (see the history). The Winchesters seem to buy into his claim, I assume under the basic assumption that all creatures yearn for survival. However, in Season 6 we realize that Crowley had, once again, additional motives. With Lucifer locked up, he was able to proclaim himself as the king of Hell.
That said, demons perceive Crowley much differently. When Bobby tortures a demon in his basement, trying to get Crowley’s real name, she protests saying that he doesn’t know what Crowley will do to her. There are many implications that Crowley is particularly vicious to his subordinates in Hell. More proof that his intentions in Season 5 were sugar coated.
Even before Crowley’s death, he was apparently hated by his family. When Bobby pretends to use Crowley’s son, Gavin, as a bargaining chip to get his soul back, Crowley fakes a scene of sympathy before laughing it off. In fact, he tells Bobby to torture him because he’ll gladly watch as he hates his son. It turns out that Gavin hates Crowley equally, if not more so, and he already spilled the details of his father’s personal life to Bobby long before their encounter.
He has no ethical values but comes off as convincing with his charming and witty personality. He knows that by professionally winning people over, he can gain their approval and trust. As long as they’re putty in his hands, he’s golden. Everything he does in one way or another, benefits himself. That said, he doesn’t always restrain himself from doing favors for people. On the condition that by granting them a favor, he will in return receive something he wants. This makes his initial status as a crossroads demon even more appropriate.
In the end, Crowley only looks out for himself. So long as he’s in control, he has nothing to be afraid of. That said, in Season 5, we see that Crowley is indeed afraid of something: the loss of his own existence. This is a similar attribute amongst all demons, and apparently even the most powerful ones. When Sam and Dean threaten to burn his remains, Crowley finally releases Bobby’s soul.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: In addition to being a demon, Crowley has the ability of telekinesis and teleportation. He also can touch people, causing their skin to slowly burn. Lastly, he has a pet hellhound. It would be cool to have that in the game and I promise I wouldn’t misuse it. However, if you want me to nix it, I will.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Night
✧ MASK DESIGN: http://teonova.deviantart.com/art/Impish-Black-Leather-Mask-171714811?q=boost:popular+in:photography+demon+mask&qo=29
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: N/A
SAMPLES
Both these samples were from a previous application/game (Bete Noire). If you want, I can write new ones!
✧ FIRST PERSON: Iiif you don’t mind me linking to a sample from another game I play in.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Unfamiliarity and discomfort meant one thing to Crowley: helplessness. The very idea of this instantly sent him spiraling into denial. No. He had the upper hand here. He was in control of the situation. He hadn’t climbed his way over Satan to be knocked back down in this putrid junkyard. He certainly wouldn’t let the locale off either. In fact, he considered letting out a little inner frustration on the next person who strolled by. That is, given anyone did this shady little alley was particularly empty.
Moments later it was as if the Good Lord sent a blessing upon him. Well, probably not the Lord. They weren’t always on the same level. He did however, have quite the relationship with Lady Luck and once again, she’d decided to pay him a visit! In any case, the obligatory stranger he’d been hoping for was now strolling toward him. The man was a bit taller, poorly shaven, and reeked of cheap whiskey even at this distance.
“Hey you!” The stranger shouted out as he drew closer.
Crowley was silent and pointed to himself, raising both eyebrows, as if to say, Who? Me?
“Yeah you little fucker. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?!”
Crowley gingerly smiled, placing his hands casually in his pockets. “Oh, I was just taking my nightly stroll in this here dingy alleyway. Beautiful scenery, really.”
The man now closed the distance between the two of them, glaring daggers. His breath was all the more awful at this point. He snarled, “You sound like a smartass.”
Crowley’s cheery expression didn’t falter and he shrugged. “What can I say? I always look forward to conversing with deadbeat Neanderthals.”
“You cocky son of a bitch!”
The thug of a man’s fist shot out, but Crowley easily caught it, centimeters away from his face. He clicked his tongue and shook his head in disapproval. Then, the next fist came up. This time, he rolled his eyes tiredly before he vanished.
The stranger, confused, began spinning around. “Where the fuck didja go, ya little weasel?!”
No sooner has the man asked the question, than Crowley appeared behind him. One of his hands shot out and clasped around the thug’s neck. The man gave a cut off shriek, before his neck began to glow a molten red. Instead, he writhed and made a series of croaks as he writhed and wretched in Crowley’s grasp.
“Really,” Crowley began in a sympathetic tone, “I’m not the sort of fellow to kick puppies but you’re making it oh-so-tempting.” He sighed and then promptly let go, allowing the man to crumple to the ground. He was wheezing but he was still very much alive. “Eegh. That’ll leave a bruise. Well cheerio friend.” Crowley turned. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.