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A note for CR AU applications
Ruby City does allow previous game history/CR to be brought over on a case by case basis. If you want to include this in your application please add additional sections for PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT and PREVIOUS GAME HISTORY beneath the Personality and Background/History sections.
In these additional sections we would like to see a brief outline of your character's previous game history and how it potentially impacted on and altered their canon personality.
[CANON] AJ Crowley || Good Omens || Reserved || 1 of 2
Name: Gaa
Personal Journal: berwaldox {LiveJournal}
E-mail: ilandoftherisingsun@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: roronoazoro33@hotmail.com
CHARACTER
Name: AJ Crowley
Canon: Good Omens
Timeline: Present-day
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: N/A
Personality:
First and foremost, Crowley is a demon, or, better known as 'an Angel who did not fall so much as saunter vaguely downwards.' A rather highly-regarded fallen angel who has lived on earth since the time of its creation, Crowley has very little free will when it comes to his 'Superiors' who take residence in the Below. It has been shown a few times that he is not only incapable of disobeying any orders given to him by the 'higher ups' in the Below, but he seems to do what he's told with a hint of reluctance or discontent. When told to deliver the Spawn of Satan to the order of the Chattering nuns, he tries to talk his way out of it with two dukes of hell, only to give into those orders in the end.
Unlike most other demons in hell, Crowley is a bit more adjusted to life on earth and life among humans. So far as he is concerned, humans can be far crueler to each other than demons and things from the Below could ever be. He's fascinated by new technology, as well as things that other demons pay little or no attention to, driving an old Bentley car to get from place to place instead of another more demonic way of travel, as well as using human technology to do his 'job'. He always keeps a brand new computer in his house, always upgrading to the newer and better grade machine when it is put on the market, but it is said that he only keeps it up to date because it seems to be 'something a normal human would do'. The fact that he seems to appreciate and even like humanity is considered a major failing in a demon, according to the 'Dramatis Personae,' but he doesn't seem to ever give a damn.
Because he appreciates the idea and existence of humanity so much, Crowley often finds himself irritated and bored with the way most demons think. Old thinkers, with old ideas and old ways of going about things, he feels that because the demon race are not 'up and with' the constantly growing and evolving human race, that their ways of dealing with humans and, more so, dealing with damning the souls of humans are old-fashioned. They are, in his opinon, in desperate need of finding new ways to bring them to hell. A meeting with two old dukes of hell, Ligur and Hastur, he brings up the point (in his own head, at least) that picking away at one soul at a time was meaningless. Yes, it took skill and was pretty well an art, but with the population on earth as large as it was becoming, he feels that it was a waste of time. Crowley prefers to bring a large number of souls a little closer to Satan, rather than to consume one person completely with temptation after a few years. The old thinkers, Ligur and Hastur thought nothing of the fact that Crowley tied up all of the phone lines in London during lunchtime. When, if they were up to date with technology in the here and now, they would have realised how many human souls this would have tarnished via rage and frustration from not being able to make important and perhaps even vital phone calls.
Crowley is actually better known as the snake that tempted Eve into eating the fruit of knowledge some 6000 years ago. As 'The world's most approachable demon', Crowley actually doesn't have the stomach for the sort of cruelties that other demons are capable of, or even what humans are capable of either. Many times he says that humans are far more imaginative than demons are, and that the Below should shut down Dis and Pandemonium, because all the demons were up on earth, 'seeking asylum'. He does his job as a demon, as he did deliver the antichrist and in the past, getting under Aziraphale's feet, however, it's said that things like the Spanish Inquisition had drove him to drink for a week. Showing that, perhaps, he is not as cruel as one might think. In his opinion, humans are far better at causing each other misery than any demon could, anyway. Crowley is also extremely level-headed, showing little or no panic in dangerous or tense situations. The two dukes of hell, sent to capture and see the snakelike man brought back to the Below for screwing up an important mission could not even phase him. He manages to deal with them as if they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience before going about his business as if nothing had happened.
In the very beginning of 'time,' Crowley makes a joke at Aziraphale that he would find it funny if he had done the right thing in the Garden of Eden. That perhaps, persuading Eve to eat the Apple of Knowledge was the right thing to do, while Aziraphale's act of giving away his flaming sword was the wrong one. This suggest that, perhaps, Crowley doesn't think that things he does are wrong, or that he just doesn't think of some of his actions as being wrong. This is shown again when he is feeding ducks with the angel, and almost causes one of the ducks to drown by making the animal sink under the surface after eating a bit of bread. He only releases whatever sort of hold he had on the animal when Aziraphale scolds him for it. At the same time, Crowley IS capable of doing some good. Bringing a dove back to life after suffocating, convincing Aziraphale to become the Antichrist’s godfather to directly attempt to prevent the apocalypse from happening, as well as being ready to fight against Lucifer, the King of Below alongside Aziraphale when it seemed like he was about to come up onto earth when his son did not cause the apocalypse.
The last notable trait about Crowley is that he's a bit of a perfectionist. His human home, which he barely ever uses, is spotless from top to bottom. Not a speck of dust or dirt to be found. His music, books, and movies all arranged neatly on his shelves in alphabetical order, arranging them as such a sort of habit when he becomes bored. He also has the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful houseplants in all of London, which is something he takes pride in. Having heard on the radio that plants grow better when spoken to, he has made habit of not only talking to his houseplants, but threatening them. When one becomes a little lackluster, it's leaves not so green, or something of the sort... he takes the plant around to all the others in his house, saying 'He just couldn't cut it. Say goodbye.' to the other plants in the house before taking it away, never to be seen again. This has seemed to have quite an effect, as his plants are in the most beautiful form one would ever see.
[CANON] AJ Crowley || Good Omens || Reserved || 2 of 2
[Pain wasn’t something Crowley was fond of. Hell, it was something he was barely aware of, let alone something he ever experienced. Yet, at this very moment, where he stood—or, rather, lay kind of unscrupulously on the ground of some weird train station he HOPED was no-where near the Below—he had the most irritating headache he’d had in some centuries. Maybe some hangover from the fourteen-hundreds was comparable. A little while earlier, he had happened in on a train somewhere near Brighton and found it to be complete abandoned. He hadn’t PLANNED on taking a trip on a train, as his new Bentley was parked just outside, it’s headlights dead, not a drop of fuel in its tank. It just felt odd, when he’d walked up to the platform. No humans, certainly no demons, and not a trace of holy power, he found himself drawn to the thing. He’d damn well say he blacked out the moment he stepped onto the thing, because the next thing he knew, he was in an empty traincar, barrelling down a dark tunnel at a speed that made him, a demon, uncomfortable.
He’d not liked the feel of the thing, and he decided it was time to use a little of his demonic influence to stop it from running. That’s when everything backfired, and he found himself being flung out the very same door he’d walked into, landing on his arse and tumbling elbow over teakettle, and finally into the position he was now. He groaned softly, finally moving to stand. Brushing himself off, his usual well-tailored suit dirtied by the dirt and dust from the floor, he took a moment to take a look around, Pushing ever-present glasses up over eyes that flashed slightly yellow.]
Right. Either I’ve happened into some corner of Below I haven’t been to in my entire life, or, someone from Above is seriously screwing with me right now.
[He grinned, the corners of his lips curling in a slightly snakelike expression. He put a thumb and a forefinger to his lips, letting out something of a piercing whistle. Moving about the train station of search of someone—anyone.]
Employees? Conductor! Grease monkey, is anybody here? So long as I seem to be on holiday from Earth, I could go for a good glass of wine and something good to eat.
Hey!
[He yells again. Expecting someone to answer.]
Third Person:
Yellow, piercing eyes gaze out from the leaves of a particularly beautiful, fruit-laden tree. The eyes of what would later be considered a demon, but, right now with the world so fresh and new, he could hardly be considered such. He was just a number, in this great new game called life that had taken seven days to create. Or that’s what the book says, at least. No-one really knows for sure, after all. But the guess was that it was somewhere around 4004 BC. Nevertheless, these amber demon’s eyes sat on the face of a rather dark-scaled, streamlined creature that had recently been named a snake. And he was sitting on the branch of this aforementioned beautiful tree. It had been deemed the Tree of Knowledge or some such rubbish by the big bossman upstairs. The snake had, many hours before, heard the ‘big boss’ tell his new little toys, the first man and woman on earth, to never touch the fruit of the tree.
Disappointing, really. In the snake’s most honest opinions, the tree was the most attractive out of them all, and the fruit smelled the best. Not that he’d ever eat it or anything foolish like that. But what made him think about it the most, was the fact that the human woman, or, Eve, as she had been named, had been hanging about underneath the thing for quite a long time now. Large eyes examining the forbidden fruit with a longing, almost curious look. She knew she was disallowed to touch anything on it. But what was the harm in looking? The snake thought it was foolish. It was just fruit. And it was just one tree. What could really be the harm in having a meal from its branches?
The snake decided to share this opinion with the woman. Despite the fact that he knew it would likely be something of a bad idea.
“Hey, you.” He spoke, a sort of cheeky look on reptilian features. “Yess, you. Did... God say ‘You must never eat the fruit of any tree in the garden'?” he queried, looking her up and down with an almost crafty air about him. She responded; telling him that they were allowed any fruit, save for from this tree, lest they would die. The snake let out something of a laugh in response. "You certainly won't die!” he scoffed, flicking a forked tongue out from between his teeth. “God knows that when you eat it your eyes will be opened. You'll be like God, knowing good and evil." If a snake could shrug, surely he would have. He watched with careful eyes as she seemed to agree with this, long, thin fingers reaching to pluck one of the forbidden fruit from near his tail. A crafty smile moved up his face. Perhaps tempting humans, even the first humans on Earth, was far simpler than he had imagined.
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