hearts_a_tart's Journal

you.

name: Sascha
age: 25
contact: email: Photarlight@gmail.com AIM: Minutemarch
rp experience: I play Castiel/Jimmy Novak here.
how did you hear about us?: Saw add on LJ.

character.

name: Anthony J. Crowley
nickname(s): He usually goes by Crowley. There is also Crawley (His “demon” name though, he doesn’t like it). He will answer Anthony but never Tony.
pb: Jeff Buckley
fairy tale & character: Good Omens. Crowley.
age: 27 (Thinks he’s over 6000)
room: C203
doctor: Aziraphale (Get name soon)
diagnosis: Manic depression, bi-polar disorder,
personality: Crowley is a man who seems cheerful most of the time, even when it would be considered inappropriate. Crowley largely likes people (he calls them humans). Most people that is. He really doesn’t like people telling him what to do.
It’s largely a mute issue anyway as ninety-nine percent of the time he does as he pleases.

Those who worship the Christian God make him especially uncomfortable though if he finds one with a gentle heart he is oddly drawn to them too as secretly he craves their approval, his Father’s approval.
Being in hospital since he was seventeen has not cramped his style overly much. Crowley is very adaptable and inventive. He has accepted hospitalisation as part of his life and he’s largely unconcerned about it. He’s happy to be anywhere he feels safe (even if it’s just most of the time).

Crowley has very few inhibitions. He’s not a cruel man but he takes delight in taunting others who are too straight-laced (he thinks he’s doing them a favour). He is also OK not wearing clothes all the time (though he may wear a shirt without pants or pants without a shirt).

He plays the guitar and sings and used to have his own band back before his hospitalisation. He takes much comfort from it (though he denies he requires comfort).
If it wasn’t for the fact Crowley is utterly convinced he is a demon (he prefers fallen angel) he would probably be able to function quite well at least in the fringes of society where the bandsmen play.

Crowley is totally OK with medication. His, other people’s, it’s all good, though his casual attitude to drugs can exacerbate his symptoms.
Most of the time he’s relatively steady but he is prone to manic outbursts and can be thrown into a panicked state if he thinks he’s about to be disciplined for rebelling against Hell.
Despite all of his concerns he still takes a lot of joy where he can. His rebellion turned him into a pleasure-seeking hedonist.

He was left with occasional severe bouts of paranoia and terror and a very poor self restraint. He is only violent during his breakdowns though still feels it’s his job to cause mischief, well, more a habit now.

history:
Anthony J. Crowley was born to Thomas Nathan Crowley and Catherine Wills Crowley twenty-seven years ago. An only child to wealthy parents much pressure was put on him to achieve. His parents were unusual among their set, they were staunch catholics. Very strict, Crowley’s father was a strong believer in duty and conformity. He sent Crowley to an expensive, parent controlled, Catholic primary school so he could be indoctrinated even when away from home.

At twelve he was sent to Eton as a day boy, though he longed to be a boarder.
Up until then he had been a fairly good boy, obedient and respectful but he soon began to resent the restrictions placed on him.

Crowley was expected to learn to play piano and organ so he could both impress his parent’s friends and play to the glory of God but it really wasn’t his thing. Once he could read music he saved up his modest allowance (“love of money was the root of all evil”) and bought a second-hand guitar (expressly forbidden by his father as the “devils instrument”). He hid it in his room and taught himself to play from a book.

At twelve he was sent to Eton as a day boy, though he longed to be a boarder.
He easily made friends but most of them were the sort of boys his father would only approve of because of who their parents were and not at all had they been lower-born.

He started to miss classes (except for music) and sneak off the school grounds with them to smoke, drink and go to see bands that played music that would make their mothers faint.

Then, when he was fifteen, he met Andrew Shaw. Andrew was a sensitive and precise drama student who dreamt of going to Cambridge to join the Footlights but his dad, like Crowley’s, wanted him to go into the family business after four years of business school. He wanted to please his father but he knew he could never be happy taking the path laid out for him. However he was too scared and too well mannered to speak up.

Andrew, who was not as optimistic as Crowley, spoke of death as a way out of his situation but he didn’t just mean the acting. Crowley, had never much been interested as girls except as friends and when he was fifteen he discovered why.
Both Andrew and Anthony were raised to believe homosexuality was wrong. Andrew was afraid, Crowley didn’t care and he encouraged Andrew to express his feeling both in the theatre and in the bedroom. Andrew also had a fine singing voice and Crowley and a few of his friends formed a band. They never got to do more than practice but they had fun.

Each July Crowley’s family would holiday in Italy and, when he was sixteen, Crowley convinced his family to let him stay at home. Of course he invited Andrew to stay with him. While his parents were away his grandfather had an accident and his parents rushed home early to find their son in flagrante with the Walsh boy.
Crowley’s father called Andrew’s father and Mr Walsh came to collect his son.

Thomas Crowley, meanwhile, took his son out of Eton and out of school altogether.
Ashamed and horrified he knew he could not face his friends and business partners again if word got out his son was degenerate so he took it upon himself to cure the boy.
He hired a very discrete “professional” who promised to be able to do just that.
After three months of focused religious indoctrination and aversion therapy inflict by a man with no medical or psychological qualification Crowley was declared cured.
He was allowed to return to school with the story he had been studying in France.

On his arrival he was told, very gently, that his Andrew had killed himself a week after Crowley had left for Paris.
He broke three windows, twelve desks and eight chairs, three noticeboards and a teachers arm. Sometime during all that he wrote the words “I’m a faggot and I’m proud,” on the blackboard.
He was arrested. It took three bobbies to take the skinny teenager in.
After two and a half hours of watching the screaming boy throw himself into the bars and walls whenever they mentioned calling his parents the police called child services and had him taken away for psychological assessment.
When he started telling the psychiatrists he was a fallen angel, with complete and utter conviction, and that he had been bared from Heaven for sleeping with an angel they quietly had him committed.
His parents made several, discrete, attempts to see him but he would only scream that God had come to punish him for falling and the staff had to send them away.

Slowly, with medication, his stability improved somewhat but his delusions were fixed. He was convinced the world was coming to an end and it was his job to save it. When the last hospital he was in burnt down his delusion came to a dramatic head. He personally rescued three of his fellow prisoners and, in that, believed he had saved the world from the apocalypse. That was good for the world only now he was convinced both God and Satan were after him. God for his falling and Satan because he had taken the side of Earth and not Hell.

There are a few other angels and demons around, of course, most of which he despises but even now and then he meets one who delights him.

He wears a silver chain with a pendant of the letter A.
The A is not for Anthony.