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Character Name: Anthony J. Crowley
Series: Good Omens
Timeline: 1999, Post-canon.
Canon Resource Link: Wikipedia entry
Character Background: Crowley was created a couple thousand years ago. For awhile he was in heaven like the rest of the angels, but heaven proved to be pretty boring. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd. One thing led to another and eventually he’d fallen alongside a whole pile of other angels. The leader of this group was named Lucifer.
So Crowley ended up a demon in hell, which was also pretty boring, but also generally unpleasant and terrible. Fortunately, God’s ineffable plan was well on course and up above—regular above, not Above—He was creating Earth, a whole lot of creatures and a very nice Garden for some things called humans to live in. Crowley’s first job was to locate the Tree of Knowledge and convince some lady named Eve to eat its fruit. Crowley was a snake in those days.
While he was working toward this goal he met an angel. The angel was the guardian of Eden’s Eastern Gate and his name was Aziraphale. Since there weren’t many others around for conversation and no one was allowed to talk to Adam and Eve yet, Crowley and Aziraphale became sort of chummy. They chatted about this and that and philosophized about the ineffable plan, which was mostly just a whole lot of speculation. It isn’t for angels and demons to understand the ineffable plan, after all. Still, Crowley had a job to do, and eventually he carried it out. He did so well he got a commendation from Hell. This led to the Fall of Man, which was when things started to get interesting.
Crowley stuck around on Earth for the next few thousand years alongside Aziraphale. Crowley kept on with tempting people while Aziraphale kept on with miracles and such. Since they were pretty much friends despite being on opposite sides, they decided on an Arrangement. They would keep each other informed as to important goings on and would let their actions cancel each other out. That way neither Above nor Below would gain the upper hand. The planet and humanity were becoming more and more interesting, and more and more Crowley was realizing that he rather liked it all the way it was. The world becoming too Good or too Evil would just make it boring.
Angels and demons don’t have free will, though, so they couldn’t just quit their day jobs. They settled for keeping up with each other and even filling in for each other when one was busy.
Eventually a few thousand years had passed and Crowley had come to quite like the planet. But then, abruptly, it was time to kick off Armageddon. Crowley was tasked with delivering the Antichrist to a family that would raise it right—which is to say, raise him to be the Antichrist. Unfortunately, Crowley rather botched the job, and through a mix-up involving two human babies and one Antichrist, the Antichrist ended up with a nice middle-class family in suburban England. He grew up to be a relatively normal kid.
In the meantime, however, Crowley and Aziraphale agreed that they didn’t really want to see the planet destroyed. They’d been on the planet longer than any of their superiors, so they had rather an attachment to the old place. They agreed to let their Arrangement spread to the business of the Antichrist as well, whereby both of them would work to influence him toward Good and Evil respectively. That should cancel things out and make the Antichrist grow up as a relatively normal human. That way Armageddon wouldn’t happen and things would keep on as they were.
Of course, they were paying attention to the wrong kid. When they realized this, it was way too late.
In the end things worked out pretty nicely, though. Armageddon didn’t happen, Crowley and Aziraphale survived and the Antichrist turned out to be a well-adjusted kid who happened to have god-like powers, and also didn’t want the world destroyed. It was probably what God intended all along, but who knows when it comes to ineffability?
Since then Crowley has kept on keeping on, enjoying the fact that the world is still around.
Personality: Crowley is a demon and likes to pretend that this makes him a total badass. The truth is that Crowley is probably the least evil demon in all of Hell, and that’s considering that the demons of Hell aren’t really all that bad. Sure, they’ll tempt people, possess people, torture and maim their fellows and damned souls and such, but they’re not all that creative when it comes to suffering. In fact, they get most of their ideas from humans. Crowley constantly marvels that humans, with their free will, are capable of worse evils than any demon and greater compassion than any angel. It’s why he likes humans so much and enjoys being on Earth so much.
So Crowley puts on a good show and talks a big game about being an evil demon, but deep down he’s a big softie. The Spanish Inquisition depressed him so much that he spent two full weeks drunk. He got a commendation for causing it, despite not doing anything at all but happening to be in the area. Similarly, he’s much happier to cause general low-grade mayhem and evil than actually go around ruining lives. He’ll transform paintball guns into real guns, but he’ll also make sure no one actual dies. He’d rather do things that frustrate and annoy people and let humans spread evil on their own than have much of a hand in things. The vast majority of what he does just frustrates people, from tying up phone lines to building the absolute worst highway ever. He genuinely seems to care about people, just in general. Still, he hates being called on it, and worries about getting in trouble for doing the right thing, accidentally or not.
There are a lot of other ways that makes Crowley not all that great at being a demon. For one thing, he’s a modernist. He likes keeping up with the times and having all the latest appliances and gadgets. He even has a hand in inventing some of them. He keeps his flat spotless and mostly unlived-in, but it’s also filled with state-of-the-art items, gourmet food and expensive carpets, linens and albums. He believes in luxury and in making sure he’s on top of whatever humans are inventing lately. Hell and the rest of its residents aren’t nearly that interested in what humans are up to. Crowley also raises absolutely perfect houseplants and takes pride in how lush and green they are. He uses terror tactics to do this, but you’re not likely to find other demons raising flowers. Or bringing animals back to life on a whim.
Crowley is also an optimist, mostly in the sense that he tends to expect things to work out for him. He’s more of a realist when it comes to his job and to people in general. He has no delusions that angels are wholly good or that demons are wholly bad, or that humans are either. He’d agree that Hell is pretty shitty, but on the other hand, Heaven is super boring and has no good musicians. Humans are where it’s at, since they’re the best (and worst) of both worlds. Plus they make alcohol.
Crowley likes Aziraphale and humanity enough that he will disobey orders and even stand up to Satan himself to protect them. Aziraphale doesn’t really need protecting, but if he ever did, Crowley would totally do it. Instead he’s willing to fight back to back with Aziraphale against whatever comes their way, including the forces of Heaven and Hell. He’s stuck by Aziraphale for the past four thousand years, so their friendship at this point is pretty much unbreakable.
Lastly, Crowley is British and has been for long enough that he has the accent and the sensibilities, sort of. He lives in Mayfair, London.
Abilities/Special Powers: He’s a demon, and since demons are mostly former angels, it means he can cause low-grade miracles. He can create things out of nothing (technically pulling things from “the firmament”), fix damage and injures, bring the dead back to life so long as they haven’t been dead long, change matter from one thing to another, and teleport people from one place to another. He can theoretically also possess people as angels can do this, but he’s never shown to do it in the book, nor does he show any inclination that he’d ever actually do it. He can also reduce himself to the size of a wave of light and travel accordingly. Alternately he can transform his body into assorted horrible things.
Being a demon also means he can do certain evil things. Mostly this has to do with tempting people, though he’s not really want to focus on tempting specific people. He only really does it to keep up his quota. This is just temptation, so it’s not like he’s mind-controlling people (though he can do that too in dire circumstances). It’s more that he just lowers the inhibitions of people he focuses his will on. Again, this isn’t really his go-to method for causing evil, however. He’s an efficient demon and prefers quantity over quality. It’s much more efficient to tie up all the phone lines in London and frustrate the hell out of several million people than it is to try and tempt a single priest into sin.
He can also do certain things with fire and he has an affinity for reptiles. Being a former angel, he also has wings, though they’re black and rather scruffy.
Obviously some of these powers require limitation. In Eway he won’t be able to bring people back to life of alter matter. He’ll also have difficulty manipulating the firmament to create anything bigger than a bread box. I’m alright with completely getting rid of his ability to create things from nothing, if that is what the mods prefer. This ability is essentially the same way the closets work, in that he can’t create specific things—just generic things as close to his liking as possible. Also he won’t be able to transport people farther than the mansion and its grounds. Please feel free to contact me if I should nerf more of his powers.
Third-Person Sample: It was weird to think that he was now technically living in a post-apocalyptic world. Actually, he tried not to think about it that much—that whole series of events had been generally very unpleasant and terrible and not something he liked to remember. But when he did, he tended to muse over one of two things. One: whether or not this had all been part of the ineffable plan all along, a thought which tended not to go very far. Two: that he was living in a post-apocalyptic world, and what exactly one was supposed to do about that.
There were countless movies on the subject, but of course they got pretty much everything wrong. Life after The End was almost exactly the same as it had been before. In fact, it literally was exactly the same. When you brought up all that business with Atlantis rising and Tibetans leaping out of hole around the world, people tended to just shake their heads and say, “Funny old world, innit?”
Maybe that was just the English.
Crowley just wasn’t too sure what to do with himself. Nothing had been written about what a demon was supposed to do after The End, because nothing at all was written about anything after The End. He’d learned a thing or two about free will from watching humans all this time, so he wasn’t completely lost, but word was that Down Below was at a bureaucratic standstill. He had it on good authority that Heaven was about the same. Since his bosses Downstairs had no idea of where to go from here, they mostly just told Crowley to keep going as he had been doing.
It felt a little wrong, and not in the good way, to go around spreading waves of low-grade evil like usual. Humans did just fine on their own, and considering they’d passed the test, if that’s what it had been, he didn’t see why they needed meddling with anymore. But he did it anyway, though. Best not to make his superiors any crosser than they already were. He was still waiting for the other shoe, or technically hoof to drop and for Hell to remember just how badly Crowley had screwed everything up.
For now, though, things were quiet. He had his Bentley, he had his flat, he had his houseplants, and he even had a new flask of holy water—just in case. And honestly, in the prideful part of his mind, he believed that there wasn’t much in Heaven, Earth or Hell that could top standing up to Satan and walking way with all his limbs intact. He was ready for anything; he had a tire iron.
First-Person Sample: Right, then. Well, this isn’t Hell, or if it is, it’s a corner I’ve never heard of. Not a practical joke, either—though then again, this is about on par with my, er, coworkers’ sense of humor, which is to say none whatsoever. I have to conclude that I’ve been banished somewhere.
I’d appreciate it if someone could tell me where I am, thanks.
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Other Characters: The Kid
Character Name: Anthony J. Crowley
Series: Good Omens
Timeline: 1999, Post-canon.
Canon Resource Link: Wikipedia entry
Character Background: Crowley was created a couple thousand years ago. For awhile he was in heaven like the rest of the angels, but heaven proved to be pretty boring. He started hanging out with the wrong crowd. One thing led to another and eventually he’d fallen alongside a whole pile of other angels. The leader of this group was named Lucifer.
So Crowley ended up a demon in hell, which was also pretty boring, but also generally unpleasant and terrible. Fortunately, God’s ineffable plan was well on course and up above—regular above, not Above—He was creating Earth, a whole lot of creatures and a very nice Garden for some things called humans to live in. Crowley’s first job was to locate the Tree of Knowledge and convince some lady named Eve to eat its fruit. Crowley was a snake in those days.
While he was working toward this goal he met an angel. The angel was the guardian of Eden’s Eastern Gate and his name was Aziraphale. Since there weren’t many others around for conversation and no one was allowed to talk to Adam and Eve yet, Crowley and Aziraphale became sort of chummy. They chatted about this and that and philosophized about the ineffable plan, which was mostly just a whole lot of speculation. It isn’t for angels and demons to understand the ineffable plan, after all. Still, Crowley had a job to do, and eventually he carried it out. He did so well he got a commendation from Hell. This led to the Fall of Man, which was when things started to get interesting.
Crowley stuck around on Earth for the next few thousand years alongside Aziraphale. Crowley kept on with tempting people while Aziraphale kept on with miracles and such. Since they were pretty much friends despite being on opposite sides, they decided on an Arrangement. They would keep each other informed as to important goings on and would let their actions cancel each other out. That way neither Above nor Below would gain the upper hand. The planet and humanity were becoming more and more interesting, and more and more Crowley was realizing that he rather liked it all the way it was. The world becoming too Good or too Evil would just make it boring.
Angels and demons don’t have free will, though, so they couldn’t just quit their day jobs. They settled for keeping up with each other and even filling in for each other when one was busy.
Eventually a few thousand years had passed and Crowley had come to quite like the planet. But then, abruptly, it was time to kick off Armageddon. Crowley was tasked with delivering the Antichrist to a family that would raise it right—which is to say, raise him to be the Antichrist. Unfortunately, Crowley rather botched the job, and through a mix-up involving two human babies and one Antichrist, the Antichrist ended up with a nice middle-class family in suburban England. He grew up to be a relatively normal kid.
In the meantime, however, Crowley and Aziraphale agreed that they didn’t really want to see the planet destroyed. They’d been on the planet longer than any of their superiors, so they had rather an attachment to the old place. They agreed to let their Arrangement spread to the business of the Antichrist as well, whereby both of them would work to influence him toward Good and Evil respectively. That should cancel things out and make the Antichrist grow up as a relatively normal human. That way Armageddon wouldn’t happen and things would keep on as they were.
Of course, they were paying attention to the wrong kid. When they realized this, it was way too late.
In the end things worked out pretty nicely, though. Armageddon didn’t happen, Crowley and Aziraphale survived and the Antichrist turned out to be a well-adjusted kid who happened to have god-like powers, and also didn’t want the world destroyed. It was probably what God intended all along, but who knows when it comes to ineffability?
Since then Crowley has kept on keeping on, enjoying the fact that the world is still around.
Personality: Crowley is a demon and likes to pretend that this makes him a total badass. The truth is that Crowley is probably the least evil demon in all of Hell, and that’s considering that the demons of Hell aren’t really all that bad. Sure, they’ll tempt people, possess people, torture and maim their fellows and damned souls and such, but they’re not all that creative when it comes to suffering. In fact, they get most of their ideas from humans. Crowley constantly marvels that humans, with their free will, are capable of worse evils than any demon and greater compassion than any angel. It’s why he likes humans so much and enjoys being on Earth so much.
So Crowley puts on a good show and talks a big game about being an evil demon, but deep down he’s a big softie. The Spanish Inquisition depressed him so much that he spent two full weeks drunk. He got a commendation for causing it, despite not doing anything at all but happening to be in the area. Similarly, he’s much happier to cause general low-grade mayhem and evil than actually go around ruining lives. He’ll transform paintball guns into real guns, but he’ll also make sure no one actual dies. He’d rather do things that frustrate and annoy people and let humans spread evil on their own than have much of a hand in things. The vast majority of what he does just frustrates people, from tying up phone lines to building the absolute worst highway ever. He genuinely seems to care about people, just in general. Still, he hates being called on it, and worries about getting in trouble for doing the right thing, accidentally or not.
There are a lot of other ways that makes Crowley not all that great at being a demon. For one thing, he’s a modernist. He likes keeping up with the times and having all the latest appliances and gadgets. He even has a hand in inventing some of them. He keeps his flat spotless and mostly unlived-in, but it’s also filled with state-of-the-art items, gourmet food and expensive carpets, linens and albums. He believes in luxury and in making sure he’s on top of whatever humans are inventing lately. Hell and the rest of its residents aren’t nearly that interested in what humans are up to. Crowley also raises absolutely perfect houseplants and takes pride in how lush and green they are. He uses terror tactics to do this, but you’re not likely to find other demons raising flowers. Or bringing animals back to life on a whim.
Crowley is also an optimist, mostly in the sense that he tends to expect things to work out for him. He’s more of a realist when it comes to his job and to people in general. He has no delusions that angels are wholly good or that demons are wholly bad, or that humans are either. He’d agree that Hell is pretty shitty, but on the other hand, Heaven is super boring and has no good musicians. Humans are where it’s at, since they’re the best (and worst) of both worlds. Plus they make alcohol.
Crowley likes Aziraphale and humanity enough that he will disobey orders and even stand up to Satan himself to protect them. Aziraphale doesn’t really need protecting, but if he ever did, Crowley would totally do it. Instead he’s willing to fight back to back with Aziraphale against whatever comes their way, including the forces of Heaven and Hell. He’s stuck by Aziraphale for the past four thousand years, so their friendship at this point is pretty much unbreakable.
Lastly, Crowley is British and has been for long enough that he has the accent and the sensibilities, sort of. He lives in Mayfair, London.
Abilities/Special Powers: He’s a demon, and since demons are mostly former angels, it means he can cause low-grade miracles. He can create things out of nothing (technically pulling things from “the firmament”), fix damage and injures, bring the dead back to life so long as they haven’t been dead long, change matter from one thing to another, and teleport people from one place to another. He can theoretically also possess people as angels can do this, but he’s never shown to do it in the book, nor does he show any inclination that he’d ever actually do it. He can also reduce himself to the size of a wave of light and travel accordingly. Alternately he can transform his body into assorted horrible things.
Being a demon also means he can do certain evil things. Mostly this has to do with tempting people, though he’s not really want to focus on tempting specific people. He only really does it to keep up his quota. This is just temptation, so it’s not like he’s mind-controlling people (though he can do that too in dire circumstances). It’s more that he just lowers the inhibitions of people he focuses his will on. Again, this isn’t really his go-to method for causing evil, however. He’s an efficient demon and prefers quantity over quality. It’s much more efficient to tie up all the phone lines in London and frustrate the hell out of several million people than it is to try and tempt a single priest into sin.
He can also do certain things with fire and he has an affinity for reptiles. Being a former angel, he also has wings, though they’re black and rather scruffy.
Obviously some of these powers require limitation. In Eway he won’t be able to bring people back to life of alter matter. He’ll also have difficulty manipulating the firmament to create anything bigger than a bread box. I’m alright with completely getting rid of his ability to create things from nothing, if that is what the mods prefer. This ability is essentially the same way the closets work, in that he can’t create specific things—just generic things as close to his liking as possible. Also he won’t be able to transport people farther than the mansion and its grounds. Please feel free to contact me if I should nerf more of his powers.
Third-Person Sample: It was weird to think that he was now technically living in a post-apocalyptic world. Actually, he tried not to think about it that much—that whole series of events had been generally very unpleasant and terrible and not something he liked to remember. But when he did, he tended to muse over one of two things. One: whether or not this had all been part of the ineffable plan all along, a thought which tended not to go very far. Two: that he was living in a post-apocalyptic world, and what exactly one was supposed to do about that.
There were countless movies on the subject, but of course they got pretty much everything wrong. Life after The End was almost exactly the same as it had been before. In fact, it literally was exactly the same. When you brought up all that business with Atlantis rising and Tibetans leaping out of hole around the world, people tended to just shake their heads and say, “Funny old world, innit?”
Maybe that was just the English.
Crowley just wasn’t too sure what to do with himself. Nothing had been written about what a demon was supposed to do after The End, because nothing at all was written about anything after The End. He’d learned a thing or two about free will from watching humans all this time, so he wasn’t completely lost, but word was that Down Below was at a bureaucratic standstill. He had it on good authority that Heaven was about the same. Since his bosses Downstairs had no idea of where to go from here, they mostly just told Crowley to keep going as he had been doing.
It felt a little wrong, and not in the good way, to go around spreading waves of low-grade evil like usual. Humans did just fine on their own, and considering they’d passed the test, if that’s what it had been, he didn’t see why they needed meddling with anymore. But he did it anyway, though. Best not to make his superiors any crosser than they already were. He was still waiting for the other shoe, or technically hoof to drop and for Hell to remember just how badly Crowley had screwed everything up.
For now, though, things were quiet. He had his Bentley, he had his flat, he had his houseplants, and he even had a new flask of holy water—just in case. And honestly, in the prideful part of his mind, he believed that there wasn’t much in Heaven, Earth or Hell that could top standing up to Satan and walking way with all his limbs intact. He was ready for anything; he had a tire iron.
First-Person Sample: Right, then. Well, this isn’t Hell, or if it is, it’s a corner I’ve never heard of. Not a practical joke, either—though then again, this is about on par with my, er, coworkers’ sense of humor, which is to say none whatsoever. I have to conclude that I’ve been banished somewhere.
I’d appreciate it if someone could tell me where I am, thanks.
