Post by crowley on May 29, 2011 17:28:01 GMT -5
[/color][/font]I'VE BEEN RE-HYMENATED!
AND THAT, DUDE, WILL NOT ABIDE[/color]
"THE WORLD WOULD BE SUCH AN INFINITELY BETTER PLACE IF EVERYONE WOULD JUST DO WHAT I SAY."
NAME “Crowley.”
AGE “That's not exactly any of your business.”
SPECIES “Demon.”
SEXUAL ORIENTATION “Sex is sex.”
ALLEGIANCE “To myself.”
OCCUPATION “King of Hell.”
HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?[/color][/font]
ON SILK SHEETS, ROLLING NAKED IN MONEY[/color]
HAIR “On my head. Obviously.”
EYES “Green or black, depending on my mood.”
PERSONAL STYLE “Really? As if any of that matters to me.”
PLAY BY Mark Sheppard.
WE SHOULD HAVE ANGRY SEX[/color][/font]
DON'T OBJECTIFY ME. LET'S GO[/color]
LIKES Whiskey. Deal making. Being the King of Hell. Having minions. Hellhounds. Getting his way. Yelling.
DISLIKES Idiots. Demons. Getting blood on him. Angels. Fruity drinks.
STRENGTHS Getting people to do what he wants. Making deals.
WEAKNESSES Being patient. A good glass of whiskey.
SPECIAL SKILLS “Are you bloody kidding me? Telling you what my skills are wouldn't make them very special anymore would they?”
10 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU King. Amazing. Ancient. Stealth. Brilliant. Smart. Selfish. Conniving. Scottish. Controlling.
WHO'S THE HOTTER PSYCHIC?[/color][/font]
PATRICIA ARQUETTE, JENNIFER LOVE HEWITT, OR YOU?[/color]
HOMETOWN Not Telling You Where, Scotland.
PARENTS Deceased.
SIBLINGS None.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER None.
OFFSPRING Deceased.
HISTORY “Crowley, a name you may or may not have heard or read about in your little demonology textbooks. I would actually prefer, if for the moment, you hadn’t heard of me. After Lucifer’s rising I prefer to keep a low profile as it keeps the pro-Luci minions off of my tail.
As for my origin, I’ve been around for a very, very long while. My exact age is for me to know and for you to attempt a guess at. The meatsuit has a name of course, if you were wondering, but I don’t remember it nor do I care what it was; he’s long since shut up anyway. What I can tell you about the man is he was a moderately successful literary agent out of New York. His mansion, inherited from a dead relative I assume, is my base of operations and a safe haven as it’s walls are covered in Enochian protection symbols. I live there along with a few other anti-Lucifer friends of mine that help me out with my cause.
Some of you might know that I was Lilith’s right-hand man as well as her part-time lover. Never enjoyed the job much but it kept me in her good graces as well as safe from the other moronic, egomaniac demons running around. The fact she’s gone now is both good and bad for me. It’s good for the simple reason I’m no longer attached to the old ball and chain and have the freedom to pursue other interests. AS for the bad, the demons I’ve pissed off in the past are free to come at me without fear of being torn apart be the Queen Bitch.
Little do the sorry saps know Crowley can take care of himself. I’m extremely skilled in the art of telekinesis as well as having a few other abilities, secret weapons if you will. And owning a hell hound helps immensely with the pesky enemy problems. Back to my abilities, I won’t discuss with specifics with you but I will give you a glimpse of the kind of power I have in my possession – I’ve gotten into a few scraps lately with demons outnumbering myself and have come out of it alive with barely a knick on me. The other demons, well they weren’t so lucky. Along with this I’m known as King of the Crossroads. Not a deal goes down that I don’t know about or approve of; another perk of having been at Lilith’s side I guess. And before you ask, yes I did know about the soul exchanges going on between the two Winchester brothers. Again, King of the Crossroads.
Speaking of Winchesters, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for the two morons. They’re the only two on the planet I believe can toss Lucifer back into his fire and brimstone cage. With a bit of help, from me of course, I’m confident that will happen. Why would I want Lucifer back in his cage you might ask? The reason is so ridiculously simple that even you could understand. We, the grunts doing Satan’s dirty work (I exclude myself from this category), are seen as nothing to Lucifer and I’m positive if he wins we’ll all be exterminated. I’m sure by now you realize I value my existence on Earth quite a bit and would prefer to remain here and go about it as I think I’m a pretty guy. So as you can see locking Lucifer away not only aides me but humanity as well – a win/win scenario.
I’m a bit of a self preservationist. I’ll do just about anything to keep myself alive; one of the reason I handed the Colt over to Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. I like my place in life and my job here so yeah, I’ll betray my own kind and befriend the ‘enemy’ to keep the good thing I’ve got going for myself going.
Oh, and not to mention this whole thing with 'Bow down to me for I am your God' Castiel. I swear he wouldn't have gotten to where he is if it weren't for me. And I'll be damned (no pun intended) if I let that little self-righteous bastard take what is rightfully mine. One way or the other I'm going to get Purgatory.”
ARE YOU HUMMING METALLICA?[/color][/font]
IT CALMS ME DOWN[/color]
YOUR NAME/ALIAS Cay.
RP EXPERIENCE Jesus. Sixish years?
OTHER CHARACTERS None, yet.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
His hands came together as the deal came to a close. One soul for a cure from cancer – he had done more for less. ”See you in ten years, mate.” He said casually before turning from the middle-aged man. Normally Crowley let his little minions handle the actual deals but days like this, with nothing to do, he decided to take care of a few of the deals personally. It wasn’t like he really wanted to be in his mansion everyday, he needed fresh air every once in a while.
So with one more deal out of the way and twelve already taken care of he decided to take a little stroll. There was no one around and Crowley rather liked this. It gave him a little time to pretend the Apocalypse wasn’t upon them and that his existence wasn’t being threatened. Lucifer really needed to be thrown back in his cage so Crowley could go back to the semi-carefree life he had enjoyed before. Because of Lucifer’s walking about freely he had to join forces with the Winchesters, Bobby Singer, and Castiel; though the latter of the four he was inclined to like a bit more than the former. Why this was he wouldn’t reveal just yet but that was alright with him.
Crowley shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks as his feet moved along the dirt road at a leisurely pace. Looking over his shoulder he could just see the crossroad where his latest deal had gone down. It still amazed him how humans were still so self-involved. Yes, he could understand wanting to be rid of cancer but while everyone else was falling victim to something much more life threatening, the Croatoan Virus? It didn’t make much sense to him really. Don’t get the man wrong, he is quite self-involved himself but he’s a demon and that’s to be expected. The remaining humans offering up their souls were good for business but Crowley imagined they would be more interested in dying quicker than living longer.
The demon would never understand the human mind and was actually alright with that. His existence was a simple one – rack up human souls, eat, shag, drink, and repeat. See? Ridiculously simple. He also enjoyed the uncomplicated things as well – sex, alcohol, a bit of bloodshed here and there, and a little corruption every once in a while. That wasn’t asking for too much was it? Crowley certainly didn’t believe so. Speaking of corruption, Crowley paused mid-step as he was sure he could feel a familiar presence nearby. ”Come out, come out whoever you are,” he called out, amused. This would prove to be very interesting.
So with one more deal out of the way and twelve already taken care of he decided to take a little stroll. There was no one around and Crowley rather liked this. It gave him a little time to pretend the Apocalypse wasn’t upon them and that his existence wasn’t being threatened. Lucifer really needed to be thrown back in his cage so Crowley could go back to the semi-carefree life he had enjoyed before. Because of Lucifer’s walking about freely he had to join forces with the Winchesters, Bobby Singer, and Castiel; though the latter of the four he was inclined to like a bit more than the former. Why this was he wouldn’t reveal just yet but that was alright with him.
Crowley shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks as his feet moved along the dirt road at a leisurely pace. Looking over his shoulder he could just see the crossroad where his latest deal had gone down. It still amazed him how humans were still so self-involved. Yes, he could understand wanting to be rid of cancer but while everyone else was falling victim to something much more life threatening, the Croatoan Virus? It didn’t make much sense to him really. Don’t get the man wrong, he is quite self-involved himself but he’s a demon and that’s to be expected. The remaining humans offering up their souls were good for business but Crowley imagined they would be more interested in dying quicker than living longer.
The demon would never understand the human mind and was actually alright with that. His existence was a simple one – rack up human souls, eat, shag, drink, and repeat. See? Ridiculously simple. He also enjoyed the uncomplicated things as well – sex, alcohol, a bit of bloodshed here and there, and a little corruption every once in a while. That wasn’t asking for too much was it? Crowley certainly didn’t believe so. Speaking of corruption, Crowley paused mid-step as he was sure he could feel a familiar presence nearby. ”Come out, come out whoever you are,” he called out, amused. This would prove to be very interesting.
IS IT BECAUSE OF MY PERKY NIPPLES?
[/color][/font]GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT'S DUE, KAY? THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE
BY CATE (AKA GIRL TALKK OF CAUTION AND RC&R. SO DON'T
STEAL IT FROM HER, OKAY? TEMPLATE WAS MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR
GOOD AND GREAT. SECTION TITLES ARE QUOTES TAKEN FROM THE MOST
AWESOME SHOW EVER, SUPERNATURAL.[/color][/CENTER][/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE]
