Permissions, Powers and Pests... er... Critiques
If you've never read Good Omens, heard of Crowley, or you just want to tell me what a shoddy bloody amazing job I'm doing, this is the place to do it
Every thing You ever wanted, needed or did not want to know about A.J. Crowley
The Good Omens Lexicon on Crowley
Anthony J. Crawly, known only as Crowley from this point forward, is a demon. More specifically, he is the snake who tempted Eve with the Apple and Hell's representative on Earth. He has a love for all things stylish, new and technological. The more sinful, the better. He dresses with style and his clothes always fit perfectly (Mostly because he wills them into existence for exactly that purpose.
"Nothing about him looks particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings... Crowley had dark hair and good cheekbones and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.
He also didn't blink much."
Crowley is very snake-like in personality. He has a snake-y smile, he hisses on occasion and sometimes lets his S's go long. He is described as "a young man in dark glasses." and wears his sunglasses, even when he doesn't need to, to hide a pair of yellow eyes slitted with vertical pupils.
Crowley can change his appearance, but prefers not to because he is always worried that he just might not be able to change back to his human appearance. Some of the appearances he is known to have taken include the snake in the Garden of Eden, some horrible demonic thing, a pile of writhing maggots, and more.
"For those of angel stock or demon breed, size, and shape, and composition, are simply options."
Crowley is known as "Hell's Most Approachable Demon" and over the thousands of years he's been doing his job onearth he has become rather fond of his human form and 'life'. His job consists mostly of acquiring souls for Hell. Crowley is particularly skilled at temptation. He also has a habit of giving people what they really want, often in ways that are not quite beneficial. For instance, at one point in time he senses that a member of a group of paintball players wishes he had a real gun, and turns all the player's guns into real guns with real bullets. (No one actually dies from this, though there are a few injuries, because he changes the guns back shortly after).
"He wanted a real gun," Crowley said, "Every desire in his head was for a real gun." The rest of the players also get guns because, "Fair's fair."
One of Crowley's favorite means of accomplishing his job is through the use of Modern Technology and Industry. He prefers to tarnish the souls of many at once, as opposed to concentrating on one particular soul. Crowley usually accomplishes this by creating an event that causes large amounts of frustration and rage, then sitting back and watching as the enraged people come up with their own vindictive ways of taking it out on their secretaries, families and those around them. This somewhat indirect damnation is a frequent ploy for Crowley, as he points out that Humans dream up far worse things to do to each other than any demon could. Some such wiles include tying up all the phone lines in Central London for 45 minutes, coming up with television game shows (and most television in general), value-added tax, record keeping, and largely ineffective traffic routes (which cause thousands of motorists to fume daily as the slowly make their way from place to place).
Oh, he did his best to make their [human] short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up for themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse. Over the years Crowley had found it increasingly difficult to find anything demonic to do which showed up against the natural background of generalized nastiness. There had been times, over the past millenium, when he'd felt like sending a message back Below saying, Look, we may as well give up right now, we might as well shut down Dis and Pandemonium and everywhere and move up here, there's nothing we can do to them that they don't do to themselves and they do things we've never even thought of, often involving electrodes. They've got what we lack. They've got imagination. And electricity, of course...
And just when you'd think they were more malignant than Hell could ever be, they could occassionally show more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of. Often the same individual was involved. It was this free-will thing, of course. It was a bugger.
Despite all this, and likely to Crowley's distress, he is not all bad. Crowley does not have the stomach for true evil, and was actually an Angel at one point. An Angel who "did not so much fall as vaguely saunter downward." He is also consistently swayed into doing the 'right thing' by Aziraphale.
"Of course, he was all in favor of Armageddon in general terms... But it was one thing to work to bring it about, and quite another for it to actually happen... Because he rather liked people. It was a major failing in a demon."
"He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people."
Some of the powers exhibited by Crowley in the book can be found here
Crowley also has Houseplants, which he terrifies into the most beautiful and luxuroius in all London, and a1926 Bentley which he takes immense care of.
The Bentley: has a cassette player and a car phone, does not need petrol, can be operated without Crowley actually driving it, and is mended with a glare from Crowley anytime it gets a scratch, bump or dent. Crowley takes immense care in his Bentley. A little quirk about the Bentley, all cassettes left in it for 24 hours turn into Best of Queen.
Crowley converses with Hell through the radio in his Bentley.
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Just for fun, from author Neil Gaiman's essay:
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.
Resolution #2: The same applies to rearranging the letters on wayside pulpits. Resolution #3: Try to come up with something as good as cell phone ringtones, following one last stab at convincing Downstairs that cell phone ringtones are right up there in the whole Human Misery stakes. And iPods. Has anybody Down There even said thank you for iPods? Or "Googling yourself?" Frankly, I deserve some kind of award for "Googling yourself."
Resolution #4: I must encourage greedy people to use the term, "Low-hanging fruit," because that's just like old times. Resolution #5: This year, I will get a desk near the window.
Resolution #6: I will try to understand why Hell is a no-smoking area. I just think it's ridiculous having to stand around outside the gates, that's all. Resolution #7: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in Intelligent Design, because it upsets everyone.
Resolution #8: Stop Googling myself.
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There is so much more than I can possibly put in here about Crowley, but if you ever have any questions, comments, concerns or critiques about him, or how I RP him, please feel free to send me a message here or to TrueOrangeWolf on AIM
Definitely contact me if you're interested in plots or in planning plots.
Side Note: I am not British. I try my best to portray Crowley as British, but if you see me going astray and have some pointers, I'd be happy to hear them
Every thing You ever wanted, needed or did not want to know about A.J. Crowley
The Good Omens Lexicon on Crowley
Anthony J. Crawly, known only as Crowley from this point forward, is a demon. More specifically, he is the snake who tempted Eve with the Apple and Hell's representative on Earth. He has a love for all things stylish, new and technological. The more sinful, the better. He dresses with style and his clothes always fit perfectly (Mostly because he wills them into existence for exactly that purpose.
"Nothing about him looks particularly demonic, at least by classical standards. No horns, no wings... Crowley had dark hair and good cheekbones and he was wearing snakeskin shoes, or at least presumably he was wearing shoes, and he could do really weird things with his tongue. And, whenever he forgot himself, he had a tendency to hiss.
He also didn't blink much."
Crowley is very snake-like in personality. He has a snake-y smile, he hisses on occasion and sometimes lets his S's go long. He is described as "a young man in dark glasses." and wears his sunglasses, even when he doesn't need to, to hide a pair of yellow eyes slitted with vertical pupils.
Crowley can change his appearance, but prefers not to because he is always worried that he just might not be able to change back to his human appearance. Some of the appearances he is known to have taken include the snake in the Garden of Eden, some horrible demonic thing, a pile of writhing maggots, and more.
"For those of angel stock or demon breed, size, and shape, and composition, are simply options."
Crowley is known as "Hell's Most Approachable Demon" and over the thousands of years he's been doing his job onearth he has become rather fond of his human form and 'life'. His job consists mostly of acquiring souls for Hell. Crowley is particularly skilled at temptation. He also has a habit of giving people what they really want, often in ways that are not quite beneficial. For instance, at one point in time he senses that a member of a group of paintball players wishes he had a real gun, and turns all the player's guns into real guns with real bullets. (No one actually dies from this, though there are a few injuries, because he changes the guns back shortly after).
"He wanted a real gun," Crowley said, "Every desire in his head was for a real gun." The rest of the players also get guns because, "Fair's fair."
One of Crowley's favorite means of accomplishing his job is through the use of Modern Technology and Industry. He prefers to tarnish the souls of many at once, as opposed to concentrating on one particular soul. Crowley usually accomplishes this by creating an event that causes large amounts of frustration and rage, then sitting back and watching as the enraged people come up with their own vindictive ways of taking it out on their secretaries, families and those around them. This somewhat indirect damnation is a frequent ploy for Crowley, as he points out that Humans dream up far worse things to do to each other than any demon could. Some such wiles include tying up all the phone lines in Central London for 45 minutes, coming up with television game shows (and most television in general), value-added tax, record keeping, and largely ineffective traffic routes (which cause thousands of motorists to fume daily as the slowly make their way from place to place).
Oh, he did his best to make their [human] short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up for themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse. Over the years Crowley had found it increasingly difficult to find anything demonic to do which showed up against the natural background of generalized nastiness. There had been times, over the past millenium, when he'd felt like sending a message back Below saying, Look, we may as well give up right now, we might as well shut down Dis and Pandemonium and everywhere and move up here, there's nothing we can do to them that they don't do to themselves and they do things we've never even thought of, often involving electrodes. They've got what we lack. They've got imagination. And electricity, of course...
And just when you'd think they were more malignant than Hell could ever be, they could occassionally show more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of. Often the same individual was involved. It was this free-will thing, of course. It was a bugger.
Despite all this, and likely to Crowley's distress, he is not all bad. Crowley does not have the stomach for true evil, and was actually an Angel at one point. An Angel who "did not so much fall as vaguely saunter downward." He is also consistently swayed into doing the 'right thing' by Aziraphale.
"Of course, he was all in favor of Armageddon in general terms... But it was one thing to work to bring it about, and quite another for it to actually happen... Because he rather liked people. It was a major failing in a demon."
"He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people."
Some of the powers exhibited by Crowley in the book can be found here
Crowley also has Houseplants, which he terrifies into the most beautiful and luxuroius in all London, and a1926 Bentley which he takes immense care of.
The Bentley: has a cassette player and a car phone, does not need petrol, can be operated without Crowley actually driving it, and is mended with a glare from Crowley anytime it gets a scratch, bump or dent. Crowley takes immense care in his Bentley. A little quirk about the Bentley, all cassettes left in it for 24 hours turn into Best of Queen.
Crowley converses with Hell through the radio in his Bentley.
---
Just for fun, from author Neil Gaiman's essay:
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.
Resolution #2: The same applies to rearranging the letters on wayside pulpits. Resolution #3: Try to come up with something as good as cell phone ringtones, following one last stab at convincing Downstairs that cell phone ringtones are right up there in the whole Human Misery stakes. And iPods. Has anybody Down There even said thank you for iPods? Or "Googling yourself?" Frankly, I deserve some kind of award for "Googling yourself."
Resolution #4: I must encourage greedy people to use the term, "Low-hanging fruit," because that's just like old times. Resolution #5: This year, I will get a desk near the window.
Resolution #6: I will try to understand why Hell is a no-smoking area. I just think it's ridiculous having to stand around outside the gates, that's all. Resolution #7: On the orders of Head Office I will encourage the belief in Intelligent Design, because it upsets everyone.
Resolution #8: Stop Googling myself.
---
There is so much more than I can possibly put in here about Crowley, but if you ever have any questions, comments, concerns or critiques about him, or how I RP him, please feel free to send me a message here or to TrueOrangeWolf on AIM
Definitely contact me if you're interested in plots or in planning plots.
Side Note: I am not British. I try my best to portray Crowley as British, but if you see me going astray and have some pointers, I'd be happy to hear them