Crowley | The King of Hell

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✧ He's the king of bloody hell

✧ Can be helpful if excluding the fact that it's for a good deal or helpful to himself in ways

✧ He's what you would say a handsome devil, but better. Not stuck in a cage to rot and far more swoon enducing

✧ Most likely to play with you before obliviating you, some would consider a negative, but not Crowley



Negatives (At Least 3):

✦ Bad Temper

✦ Daddy and mummy issues

✦ Double Crosser

✦ Self-Serving like any other good Demon

✦ Will bail on you in bad circumstances, every man Demon for himself




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Parents: A burdensome witch and bitch by the name of Rowena who only serves bad memories to Crowley and nothing more or less, and an unkown deadbeat father whom he has never had the honor of torturing.

Siblings: He is a one and done.

Other Family: His son, Gavin Macleod and as easily foreseen, Crowley's "happy family" history of course would include his "prodigy" of a son who would have even made the king's and queen's of many to come weep in gratitude for the young lad.

Important Others: He's the King of Hell, Crowley only has relations beneficial to himself.

History:

Once upon a time, In Scotland of the era 1661 there lived a man who was given the name of Fergus Roderick MacLeod. Born and not quite raised by a woman who was pronounced as a witch named Rowena, a heinous hag who would end up abandoning the young one in due time to achieve her own achievments and witchly path leaving the young Scottish boy to himself at the age of only eight years old. But before so, if she wasn't seemed as wretched enough already she would one time before those horrid motherly loving events took place there were many more to be told. One of which where she would try to sell her own son, Fergus. Not for anything worthy but for three pigs, a pitiful worth of only three pigs. Stated by who now holds the head title of The King of Hell once admittedly stated he was worth at least five of those dreadful mud covered animals, he was an attractive child. He could juggle. Forward to the near future, Crowley became a tailor in Scotland, the tremendous things he could do with a needle or not so much as he wasn't successful as the tailor he was. Fergus had a son, Gavin MacLeod whom he ended up being not granted a father of commendable status himself. Fergus was an abusively drunken father, who hated the bugger, they loathed each other. "He similarly abused. He beat and starved Gavin repeatedly during his childhood, worked him harder than their own horse, and refused to let him attend school out of loathing towards him and Gavin came to loathe him, too, believing Fergus thought of him as less than nothing. Fergus eventually died at around 63 years old, at which point Gavin buried him and set sail for America, only to perish in a shipwreck." In Crowley's time of being a human, he was known to sell his soul to hit double digits on his wanker, he would later come to regret knowing he was naive at the time, a senseless drunk if you would. "10 years after his deal, he died in a gutter. Per his deal, Fergus's soul went to Hell, where he was tortured until becoming a demon. After becoming so, Fergus was renamed Crowley and became a successful crossroads demon, at some point rising to the King of the Crossroads. He was also Lilith's second-in-command before Lilith getting decimated by the Winchesters. Crowley being the demon he is, he has worked with the Winchesters a multitude of times, being both friend and foe to the hellish Crowley as in return to the Winchesters, given the name Moose (Sam) and Squrrel (Dean). Before his glorly days in hell-fire, Crowley has worked his way up into the ranks and now is no server but to be served, earning his place as the leader of hell.







Alias: SwaglordSensei,Swaglord, are my name Internet go-bys.

How did you find us?: The grand old land of Google.

Experience: I've been an on/off roleplayer for what feels like centuries, I'd consider myself advanced. Started out on a chatbox roleplay many,many, and don't forget many years ago. Have been through all of the trenches of roleplay and I mean all. Forums,chatboxes,Private messaging and other things disclosed but you get the drift. Fandom roleplay master race. But, give or take I'd say at least 8 years of experience if not more.

Other Characters: Not presently.

RP Sample:

One would think that while war was going on there wouldn't be the slightest shed of happy thoughts or expressions though it was different for the soldiers that filled the bar all gulping down their alcohol like savages. As if it could be their last drink or pleasurable moment, no one in that bar knew for sure but it wasn't even in their minds for the night. It was all being blocked out by the alcohol and the crave for the pleasing moments they usually didn't receive due to being hard at work in war. War, gun smoke, blood and the tragedy it was an endless repetition that would never end for centuries to come and it was something the soldier's had to give up if they were going to fight for it to end even if it was just for a short while. Just like it was a short time they got to enjoy these types of moments to the fullest and that's what they were all doing. They were enjoying each other's company, laughing, and joking around to the fullest of their ability and being drunk enhanced those actions.
All the men still dressed in their uniforms, some even wearing dust that lay atop of their war attire considering they were off duty for the time being. It was hard not getting dirty spending all of your time outside, there was no time to clean up.

Bucky and Steve sat by each other while a couple of their companions sat on the other side of the wooden table. Bucky and Steve were lucky, they both were fighting together in an important war, what else could you have wanted other than fighting aside your best friend ever since the youngest of ages when war didn't even cross their minds. Bucky had trouble even comprehending he was still alive and it was all because of his best buddy, now known as Captain America. He may had missed a lot while he was gone, Steve was no longer thin and he was the well known war hero Captain America. Who knew what the two had to go through next, all Bucky knew was he was ready to fiight till the end of this war with his best friend for as long as he could. Bucky couldn't help but be proud of his pal Steve and how far he come, not being able to even get into the army and then becoming a subject of revolutionary discoveries that would lead him to become the super soldier he was today.

He could still remember being awakened out of a daze not knowing if he was going to die at any moment and slowly losing hope of getting out of the hell hole that Hydra ran but that was all before his hero Steve showed where he was unknowingly being worked on. He couldn't seem to remember what happened to him in there, Bucky was lucky enough to be alive after Zola experimented on him small disfigured fragments remain in his memory from it but not enough to determine what he was attempting to do. To Bucky it was all just a mindless torture that he wanted to be over and to his current intelligence it was over and so was HYDRA or at least it was going to be. All the men were hopeful of it and that's what they were giving their sweat and tears and some even guts over, for all of this to end and so they could share many more moments like this to come. Having Captain America was sure to help make that happen and for the men at the table and everyone that filled the entire bar in happiness and in hope.

The men at the table just in a crowd of many others all seemingly filled with joy were smiling, the two men on the other side of Steve and Bucky were having their own conversation and laughter. Steve, not able to get drunk, was still accompanied by a large cup of freshly brewed beer in front of him sitting firmly on the wooden piece of furniture.

"Hey Buck, wanna bet I can't drink this within seconds and not pass out or get sick?" after he was finished he swiftly grabbed the large class filled to the top with beer almost overflowing and chugged it near inhumanly fast as he slammed it down on the table in confidence and a cocky smile after all the liquid contained in it was all gone, not even a drop could have withstood the chug that Steve accomplished.

All the men at the table were all shocked including Bucky; "Damn Steve you were already cool being Captain America and all, but I think this tops it off, going from a small weak guy who got beat up to chugging beers, now that's a good a good best friend, Cap." Bucky said proudly in a joking manner as his friend patted him on the back as they shared many laughs together followed by Steve informing Bucky that his new bodily functions blocked out the ability of getting drunk.

"Come on, you really thought I wouldn't realize that? You would be out cold in the hospital if you still were the scrawny Steve I knew back then." he once again would joke with Steve. Steve and Bucky always had the same great friendship of always taking care of each other or being insincere and making fun of each other, but in the end it was okay because they knew they cared ceaselessly for each other like any brotherly pair should have. And that's what their bond always felt like, brotherly or if there was an even stronger bond between men that cared for each other that is what they felt, nothing could ever possibly break the bond between the two.

Bucky's eyes would wonder across the bar unwillingly getting caught in the attention of a girl sitting alone as he couldn't help but get infatuated with what was seen before him. Bucky didn't know what it was but the girl with the blue dress out of all the women in the room was the one that would keep his attention. Getting caught with his never ending glances with the woman not too far from them Steve would catch on to what Bucky had been eyeing and thought this would be a good moment to pick on the fellow, but figured what the hell why not help out his friend.

"Hey Buck, why don't you go say something to her? I'm sure she's waiting on a handsome guy to come sweep her off her feet, here's your chance." Bucky was a little bit disappointed with himself knowing this wasn't the greatest of times to be getting into it with women. But he did feel something when looking at the certain woman sitting down who seemed to be looking off into the distance and lost in her surroundings. She was a beauty and this was a once in a lifetime chance not knowing what events would happen next in his war journey with Steve. He figured what did he have to lose in this beautiful night and a beautiful girl sitting alone?

Before he could agree to Steve, his friend was out of his sights chatting with other men in the bar. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle softly at the move his friend made thinking it would surely make him go talk to the girl, but he didn't need to be pushed that far into wanting to talk to the woman. He was already thinking about it right when he laid eyes on her. Without anymore thought he would step up and out of his chair and head his way over to the beautiful girl in the beautiful blue dress.

When Bucky made his way to the positioning of standing in front of her he would fast paced make a move, "Say what's a pretty lady like yourself doing sitting here all alone? - whatever the reason be I'm here to change it." quickly without letting her speak after him, he held out his hand hoping she would return it in favor of a dance. As he stood there with hidden excitement and a shown smirk among his face for it was astounding to see a specimen of such beauty. Always in the middle of missile fire and strategic battle and the chaos of war, it was nice to see a pretty woman to take away all the hardships even if just for a while, a while was all he needed.
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