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Character name: Aleister Crowley III/Arystar Krory III
Series: D.Gray-man
Age: 28
Job: Nurse
Canon: D.Gray-man's about a bunch of exorcists who fight against the Millennium Earl and his demons (aka Akuma) with their weapons made of Innocence.
Crowley looks like a bad Dracula stereotype. Gaunt face, slick, black hair, flowing, black cape, the works. With an appearance like that, it's kind of funny how he's an exorcist, but even his Innocence is vampiric in nature. Crowley uses his fangs to bite and drain the enemy of their blood. People back in the Victorian age were mighty superstitious, so it's no surprise that he grew up alone and friendless. While that could have made him into a self-righteous, independent, tough guy, it did the exact opposite. He's naive, polite, gullible, sheltered and a crybaby who has no shame in his tears. That's not to say Crowley wallows in his own self-pity though. He's a real trooper, trying to experience the real world, and always willing to be conned into try new things.
Sample Entry:
My name is Aleister Crowley and I am Camp Fuck You Die’s new nurse. I... admit, I have never held a "normal" occupation before, nor do I have any experience in the medical field. So, I am at a loss as to what exactly qualifies me to be a nurse. Oh, but I do understand that this camp suffers from a lack of resources.
You see, my job responsibilities include drawing blood samples from and administering injections to the camp population. I expected some syringes, needles, et cetera, at my disposal. However, the only equipment I received was a bright pink "sippy straw" and this wine glass. ...I felt I was being mocked. I-It’s understandable, after all. This vampire-like form... S-surely I would frighten all the poor children... Even most adults fear me, and people hate what they fear. But then I thoroughly read the attached letter of employment.
It was a heart-wrenching letter. Penned in crude, nearly illegible script, smeared with a mysterious, brown substance, and smelling strongly of bananas; to think that one could be so busy with work that one must eat on the job! Madame Director’s secretary must work in dire conditions. I also hear that Madame’s secretaries go door-to-door each morning to wake the children up for their morning meal. The staff readily ensures that all campers enjoy a communal breakfast, with all of their friends, while the secretaries must eat a meager meal of bananas, isolated at their desks. It’s probable that they do not even have desks. This paper is awfully crinkled.
Despite all these hardships, I can tell that Madame Director is trying to take care of everything. The letter of employment explained that everyone here is very susceptible to a multitude of viruses. While not deadly, these viruses are a great inconvenience and no matter what, you cannot naturally develop immunity. That’s when I come in. I'm to deliver blood samples to Madame's staff, who will isolate the viruses in the blood and create special injections. By "injections," I am sure they mean "vaccinations," so not to worry! The staff will weaken, or kill, the virus before they make me inject it into you. Otherwise, I would just be infecting everyone! And I am sure that the last thing Madame Director wants is to make everyone more miserable than they already are.
I realize now that it was foolish of me to be offended by the available equipment. Everyone is trying their best, so I have to cope as well. ...Even if this uniform is a bit small. I am not accustomed to wearing all white or to wearing a dress, but everyone has their different customs, which I respect. When someone offers their hand, you shake it. If someone bows to you, you do the same. First impressions are important, and I have found that it is easy to figure out the appropriate behavior through mimicry. Oh, here comes someone now!
... H-hellooooooo, GORILLA! You don’t have to call me "Nurse" if you don’t want to, just "Crowley" is fine.
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Character name: Aleister Crowley III/Arystar Krory III
Series: D.Gray-man
Age: 28
Job: Nurse
Canon: D.Gray-man's about a bunch of exorcists who fight against the Millennium Earl and his demons (aka Akuma) with their weapons made of Innocence.
Crowley looks like a bad Dracula stereotype. Gaunt face, slick, black hair, flowing, black cape, the works. With an appearance like that, it's kind of funny how he's an exorcist, but even his Innocence is vampiric in nature. Crowley uses his fangs to bite and drain the enemy of their blood. People back in the Victorian age were mighty superstitious, so it's no surprise that he grew up alone and friendless. While that could have made him into a self-righteous, independent, tough guy, it did the exact opposite. He's naive, polite, gullible, sheltered and a crybaby who has no shame in his tears. That's not to say Crowley wallows in his own self-pity though. He's a real trooper, trying to experience the real world, and always willing to be conned into try new things.
Sample Entry:
My name is Aleister Crowley and I am Camp Fuck You Die’s new nurse. I... admit, I have never held a "normal" occupation before, nor do I have any experience in the medical field. So, I am at a loss as to what exactly qualifies me to be a nurse. Oh, but I do understand that this camp suffers from a lack of resources.
You see, my job responsibilities include drawing blood samples from and administering injections to the camp population. I expected some syringes, needles, et cetera, at my disposal. However, the only equipment I received was a bright pink "sippy straw" and this wine glass. ...I felt I was being mocked. I-It’s understandable, after all. This vampire-like form... S-surely I would frighten all the poor children... Even most adults fear me, and people hate what they fear. But then I thoroughly read the attached letter of employment.
It was a heart-wrenching letter. Penned in crude, nearly illegible script, smeared with a mysterious, brown substance, and smelling strongly of bananas; to think that one could be so busy with work that one must eat on the job! Madame Director’s secretary must work in dire conditions. I also hear that Madame’s secretaries go door-to-door each morning to wake the children up for their morning meal. The staff readily ensures that all campers enjoy a communal breakfast, with all of their friends, while the secretaries must eat a meager meal of bananas, isolated at their desks. It’s probable that they do not even have desks. This paper is awfully crinkled.
Despite all these hardships, I can tell that Madame Director is trying to take care of everything. The letter of employment explained that everyone here is very susceptible to a multitude of viruses. While not deadly, these viruses are a great inconvenience and no matter what, you cannot naturally develop immunity. That’s when I come in. I'm to deliver blood samples to Madame's staff, who will isolate the viruses in the blood and create special injections. By "injections," I am sure they mean "vaccinations," so not to worry! The staff will weaken, or kill, the virus before they make me inject it into you. Otherwise, I would just be infecting everyone! And I am sure that the last thing Madame Director wants is to make everyone more miserable than they already are.
I realize now that it was foolish of me to be offended by the available equipment. Everyone is trying their best, so I have to cope as well. ...Even if this uniform is a bit small. I am not accustomed to wearing all white or to wearing a dress, but everyone has their different customs, which I respect. When someone offers their hand, you shake it. If someone bows to you, you do the same. First impressions are important, and I have found that it is easy to figure out the appropriate behavior through mimicry. Oh, here comes someone now!
... H-hellooooooo, GORILLA! You don’t have to call me "Nurse" if you don’t want to, just "Crowley" is fine.
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