Post by crowley on Nov 13, 2011 19:12:33 GMT -6
[/size]CROWLEY
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DRIVER‘S LICENSE
D.O.B.: unknown GENDER: M
HAIR COLOR: BRO EYE COLOR: BR
[tr]HEIGHT: 5'10” WEIGHT: 215 lbs
RACE: DEMON
"I was caught In the middle of a railroad track"
[/size][/color][/center]LIKES: His pet hellhound, making deals, having the upper hand, and getting his way.
DISLIKES: Demons, Lucifer, his son Gavin, and being double crossed.
FEARS: Everyone finding out that his nickname is "Lucky the Leprechaun",
SECRETS: I love my double digit ‘member’ Jealous?
PERSONALITY:
Crowley is a smart ass demon who is very mysterious in which side he takes. Crowley does not like confrontation unless he has the upper hand, and is willing to do to whatever it takes to make sure he wins. Even if this means losing a soul. He has a temper and is not afraid to call you what you are or raise his voice. He has many powers yet to be revealed, even though he is one of the stronger demons. One can never be to sure in dealing wtih this demon because he can easily be trying to help you or he could end up betraying you. Its usally best not to cross Crowley unless you want to bargain. Oh and don't even think about betraying Crowley...he has his ways of revenge. "Here puppy, puppy, puppy, puppy"
Crowley loves to make deals with people and he loves to seal the deal (kiss) everyone (men included).
Crowley loves to make deals with people and he loves to seal the deal (kiss) everyone (men included).
"Carry on my wayward son, they'll be peace when you are done."
[/size][/center][/color]FAMILY and HOME
Mother: Don’t know, don’t care
Father: Don’t answer to anyone but myself
Brothers: Can rot in Hell
Sisters: Can also rot in Hell, stupid whores.
Son: Gavin McLeod
Hometown:
Country: Canisbay, Scotland
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OVERALL HISTORY:
Born Fergus Roderick MacLeod, in 1661 in Canisbay, Scotland, He was a two-bit tailor trying to make ends meat to provide for him and his son Gavin. Besides being a tailor, Fergus was also a bit of the ladies (and occasionally the gentlemans) man, he made some money with his pleasure giving but not enough to support his son. One day a very attractive woman came around and offered him 10 ducats (gold coins) if he could pleasure her like no man before. Normally he would only be making 2-3 ducats a job, so naturally he wanted to please this woman. As he was tempting and teasing the woman, she told him of a person that could help him please more people, all he need to needed to do was go to a crossroad and bury a box with a picture of him, a black cat bone, and dirt from the graveyard.
Weeks went by and Fergus' jobs started to slowly disappear and he wasnt able to satisfy as many men and women with his "gift". When little Gavin began to get fussy, Fergus had no choice but to try this "person" he was told of weeks back. Unknowingly at the time that this was a cross road demon he was making a deal with. In the end he sealed the deal with the demon and all he got was an extra 3 inches to his pleasure stick (which was now double digits).
Earning 10-20 ducats a client, Fergus had women and men line up for his "pleasure sessions" from all over the country. Sometimes he would even satisify them 2, 3, 4, or more at a time. He was super charged with power and couldnt not be stopped. Nearly 10 years had passed, Gavin was grown up, and Fergus had forgotten who he was. All Fergus thought about the last year was pleasing people, and that the end of the deal was coming up. He made plenty of money for him and Gavin, but he was never around to spend time with his son. Gavin grew with hatred toward his father. And on the night of the 10 years, Fergus locked himself away in his room. When he heard the dogs barking, he quickly called for his son, and tried to bargain yet again with the soul of his son Gavin. By this action, the crossroad demon appeared. She like Fergus' style and for that reason she decided that he would become a crossroad demon, after he was sent to Hell by the hellhounds.
He spent years in Hell training his very own hellhound pup, and learning the ways of the crossroad demon. He changed his name to Crowley and after years of bargaining moved quickly up the rankings. It was the deal with the head crossroad demon herself that landed him the spot of king crossroad demon. For no one wanted to mess with him, for the fear of trickery into a deal.
While working as the King of the Crossroads, Crowley heard news of Lucifer’s attempt to rise. He was tired of working the crossroads, and decided that it was time to move up to King of Hell. He talked with one of Lucifer’s right hand demons, Ruby, and persuaded her to work for him as well as Lucifer. As Lucifer rose, and Ruby was “killed” Crowley took over Hell as the new king.
After serving as the King of Hell for a few years, Crowley grew to hate it. He hated the stupid demons and is now determined to take over Purgatory. With the Winchesters on his tail, he has decided to use Ruby as a decoy, so he can work on Purgatory without the boys interfering with his plan. At least he hopes.
"Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream"
[/size][/center][/color]IC INFO
VEHICLE: What the hell do I need car for. I’m the King of Hell
CELL: 555-GO2-HELL
EMAIL: crowleysangels@yahoo.com
OC INFO
Hello, my name is erika I am twenty seven years old and I have been in this game for over a year. I just want to say that I found this site via main admin and I like this site. My favorite Supernatural Character is ruby and my favorite episode is a lot of them. I hope to see you around the bin later, and if you happen to see ruby make sure to give them a swift kick in the butt.
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE:
November 19 New York
It was a cold dark night in the middle of November. Everything was quiet except for the footsteps heard by a distant figure down the long road. One street lamp was positioned to light of the center of the road which intersected with another. The figure moved closer and the took the shape of a man appearing to be in his mid 30's. He walked down the road carrying a small box. When he arrived where the two roads met. He bent down, dug a small hole, set the box in the hole, and covered it up. He then stood up and began looking around nervously.
"Well, well, Mr. Morris is it? This sure is a surprise. Come to bargain with me have you?" said a man with a british accent who appeared out of thin air.
"Jacob is that you?"Mr. Morris asked questioningly, "Can it really be you? What happened to you? Everyone thought you had died."
The man gave him a strange look and with one eye brow raised replied, "Oh you mean this old thing?" he said as he pulled on his skin, "No, no, no, he had a debt to pay and I couldn't let this fine piece of meat get away. The name is Crowley, cross-road demon extraordinare, king of the crossroads to be exact. Now down to buisness, how, can i, help you?" He said with a smirk.
Mr. Morris began to say, "I am in a lot of trouble" when Crowley cut him off mid sentance.
"Wait let me guess, your job is about to down the crapper, your fiance is cheating on you with your boss, and becuase your to much of a pushover to kick the cheating bitch out your being forced to move back into the basement of good ole mom and pops. Now, does that sound about right?"
"How did you know?" Mr. Morris asked, surprised at what this demon knew.
"I think I heard a country song about that once. Now your dog hasnt died yet has he?" Crowley said with an evil smile.
"You got everything right, and no, my dog isnt dead." Mr. Morris remarked.
Looking right into Mr. Morris eyes, Crowley said "Well...seems your in a sticky situation. But luckily you came to me for help. Now all I need you to do is state exactly what you want and seal the deal."
Looking at Crowley with some confusion, Mr. Morris asked, "I was told that a kiss sealed the deal, by another person, he said that it was a beautiful women, and well worth the trade. Do I really have to kiss you?"
"Whats the matter? Am I not beautiful enough for a kiss? I gaurentee that it will be worth the trade, as a matter of fact..." Snapping his fingers Crowley said, "you may want to hurry up with this deal, I have a feeling you may not have your dog around for much longer." The only sound that could be heard at this point was the sound of a dog howling and paws running down the dirt road.
"Okay, okay, I want to successfully add big name authors to my accounts and move up to chief agent. I want my boss and the cheating bitch to get what they deserve, and I want to live in a big house with a beautiful wife that makes all the guys around jealous. And please dont hurt my dog." begged Mr. Morris.
The two locked lips in a swirl of emotion when Crowley pulled back and said, "See you in ten years love." and disappeared into the night.
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