Post by Jilak on Dec 20, 2010 21:50:04 GMT -5
Full Name: Crowley
Nicknames: King of the Crossroads.
Age: ?(Old. Very, very old. Slightly older than Man.)
Height: 5 ft 8.5 in
Weight: ?(Average)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Alliance: Neutral with Good tendencies
Home: Hell
Franchise: Supernatural
Physical Description: Crowley has no human form. To describe Crowley is to describe his host. His truest form is in essence eldritch, and his true physical form is that of a swirling black mist. His host, however, is a rather short gentleman that seems to be balding a tad. He's not extremely clean-shaven, always sporting a five o'clock shadow. His eyes aren't quite trustworthy, but not so untrustworthy as to seem sleazy. Though, truth be told, he probably totally is. Crowley is a fine dresser, always wearing a suit of some sort.
Weapons: The Colt.
Abilities/Powers: Crowley has a few demonic abilities. He is able to teleport, like most, if not all, demons. He is also, again like most demons, able to make deals for one's soul. UNLIKE most demons, however, he also controls a hellhound. A rather large one, at that, being King of the Crossroads. Finally, his most notable ability would have to be demonic possession.
Skills: Crowley, being a demon, punches rather hard. He's also quite clever.
Personality: Crowley's personality just SCREAMS 'conniving jerk'. He's a smooth talker, that one, always seemingly in possession of ulterior motives. He has a rather twisted sense of humour, finding joy in old war videos. Crowley is, however, nothing if not smart. He does nothing that doesn't benefit him in some way. He's been alone in the field so long now it's debatable if he actually remembers what teamwork is.
History: Crowley's story begins aeons ago, before the dawn of man. The subject of Crowley's creation is up for debate, because, well, demon. But one thing's for certain. He was sneaky, and he had powerlust. Which is technically two things, but, you know, whatever. In any case, he bided his time, performing any job tossed his way. And so he continued, for thousands of years. Until one day, it came time. He was made a Crossroads Demon. It wasn't long after that until the former King of the Crossroads was taken down by an upstart hunter by the name of Samuel Colt. A power vacuum was created, wherein Crowley moved in, taking out any demon that dared get in his way. It wasn't long before the title was given to him. It was smooth running after that, all deals running through Crowley, minor demons shuddering at the mere utterance of his name. And it was good. Until the Winchesters came along, that was.
Crowley at first passed them off as just another family of hunters, psychic kid or no. That was, until they found the Colt. It was a gun that even Crowley had been thus far unable to find, and the Winchesters had found and recovered it in a night. Any attempts to recover it failed, until finally, the Winchesters were whisked away to an alternate dimension. One of his underlings brought him this news along with the Colt. As opposed to going to a higher authority, Crowley decided this was a matter he himself needed to handle. Besides, he rather wanted to meet these Winchesters...
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Nicknames: King of the Crossroads.
Age: ?(Old. Very, very old. Slightly older than Man.)
Height: 5 ft 8.5 in
Weight: ?(Average)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Alliance: Neutral with Good tendencies
Home: Hell
Franchise: Supernatural
Physical Description: Crowley has no human form. To describe Crowley is to describe his host. His truest form is in essence eldritch, and his true physical form is that of a swirling black mist. His host, however, is a rather short gentleman that seems to be balding a tad. He's not extremely clean-shaven, always sporting a five o'clock shadow. His eyes aren't quite trustworthy, but not so untrustworthy as to seem sleazy. Though, truth be told, he probably totally is. Crowley is a fine dresser, always wearing a suit of some sort.
Weapons: The Colt.
Abilities/Powers: Crowley has a few demonic abilities. He is able to teleport, like most, if not all, demons. He is also, again like most demons, able to make deals for one's soul. UNLIKE most demons, however, he also controls a hellhound. A rather large one, at that, being King of the Crossroads. Finally, his most notable ability would have to be demonic possession.
Skills: Crowley, being a demon, punches rather hard. He's also quite clever.
Personality: Crowley's personality just SCREAMS 'conniving jerk'. He's a smooth talker, that one, always seemingly in possession of ulterior motives. He has a rather twisted sense of humour, finding joy in old war videos. Crowley is, however, nothing if not smart. He does nothing that doesn't benefit him in some way. He's been alone in the field so long now it's debatable if he actually remembers what teamwork is.
History: Crowley's story begins aeons ago, before the dawn of man. The subject of Crowley's creation is up for debate, because, well, demon. But one thing's for certain. He was sneaky, and he had powerlust. Which is technically two things, but, you know, whatever. In any case, he bided his time, performing any job tossed his way. And so he continued, for thousands of years. Until one day, it came time. He was made a Crossroads Demon. It wasn't long after that until the former King of the Crossroads was taken down by an upstart hunter by the name of Samuel Colt. A power vacuum was created, wherein Crowley moved in, taking out any demon that dared get in his way. It wasn't long before the title was given to him. It was smooth running after that, all deals running through Crowley, minor demons shuddering at the mere utterance of his name. And it was good. Until the Winchesters came along, that was.
Crowley at first passed them off as just another family of hunters, psychic kid or no. That was, until they found the Colt. It was a gun that even Crowley had been thus far unable to find, and the Winchesters had found and recovered it in a night. Any attempts to recover it failed, until finally, the Winchesters were whisked away to an alternate dimension. One of his underlings brought him this news along with the Colt. As opposed to going to a higher authority, Crowley decided this was a matter he himself needed to handle. Besides, he rather wanted to meet these Winchesters...
Other: (Anything else you want to add about them, it’s optional)
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