Post by PIERCE CROWLEY on Aug 2, 2009 17:43:24 GMT -6
PIERCE SHERIDAN CROWLEY
[/font]Lies and crooked wings
No; don't
Leave me to die here; help me survive here
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
Well, it's not as though you don't already have that on file... God knows I've been here often enough. I'm Pierce Sheridan Crowley. As you very well know. Pierce, I don't know why. Sheridan, I don't know why. Crowley, I'm related vaguely to a guy named Alexander Crowley, famed conductor of Black Masses. You may have heard of him. Think about him much?
Don't worry, I try not to either.
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
Eheh. Again, you have this on file. *mutters* lazy... Anyway, I'm five hundred thirty two. Pretty young for a demon, yeah. I look nineteen or twenty at the most though, ain't that awful? God, you live half a millenium and you still can't get served.
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
What I consider it to be? Suckish. Corrupting people, vandalism, homicide, getting into people's heads and fucking around in there, making people's miserable lives even more miserable, driving them to commit all sorts of horrible acts.... Basically, I'm Baphomet's unwilling bitch.
Yep. That's pretty much it right there. Might as well go get a tattoo across my forehead. Know any good inkers?
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
I guess that's a "no, I don't." Can't answer a straight question, can you? I suppose not, then. Well, from what I can remember, I believe I grew up in England in the late fifteenth and early sixteenth centuries. A merchant family, mine was, and we traveled to Venice occasionally; my father intended to teach my brother and myself the his trade, as was the custom of the day. It was quite the fun time in Venice, what with the Bubonic Plague running around and whatnot. The Bubonic Plague is spread by rats, or rather, the fleas on the rats. Rats have fleas. Rats like water. Venice is known as the "floating city". Rats also like ships. We traveled on a ship. Let's see, how should I sum this up so that you can get it? Oh, I know: I watched my big brother Cadmus waste away slowly to little pieces over the space of a week. Mother and Father rather lost it after they lost Cad... Look, do I seriously have to discuss this with you? Whoah, easy with the way you're eyeing that Taser, man! I'm not going to try and strangle you. Yet-a jest, sorry, joke. I'm joking. We buried my brother, and from then on, the whole business of living seemed rather irrelevant to me for a time... [pause] I am sorry for my rudeness, I am not accustomed to discussing personal subjects with other beings.
Anyway, when I was approximately fifteen, two years after the last of the Plague-or so it seemed-my parents regained a bit of their sanity. I was sent overseas again-my father was not well, his heart was bad by this time. Any matter, it was business. I was to sell large quantities of silk and other materials made to make only the finest clothing... and I may have, ahem, kept back a bit, you know, for pocket money purpos-Oh, I stole it, man. I stole money from my father's damned business, and I still do not regret it. Later on, the first mate of the ship found the gold hidden in my baggage, the snoop. I stabbed him and dumped his body when the crew slept, and was shaky for nearly a week thereafter, sure I kept seeing blood on my hands. Oh, two crew members saw me dumping his body. I swore them to secrecy, saying I'd killed him in self-defense yet did not want a blight on my honor. bitter laughter] Honor. Such a deceptive word. Any matter, despite their solemn oaths and the fact that they were willing to believe me as long as I paid them, I saw no recourse but poisoning them with tainted cheese meant for the rats on the ship; I had certainly gone too far to go back now. The pangs of killing them, I assure you, pursued me for a good week as well... yet it did not drive me to confess. They were announced dead of a fever, and the one I had stabbed had fallen overboard.
My father was sorely dissapointed to hear that there were merchants from Cathay-you know it as China-in Venice that year, and that I could not get a good price for the silk yet sold it nonetheless, doing my best to keep him afloat. Every other time that I was sent to trade, I kicked a little back to myself. It was getting easier and easier to lie. The old man barely noticed, and his woman wasn't liable to think her son, the one she bore, was capable of doing such a thing. I often found myself getting into barfights, just for the hell of it. Occasionally, I took the man's life. Snuffing out the glow in someone's eyes was becoming a regular thing for me, and eventually I... stopped feeling a pang for the taking of a life. I didn't enjoy it, it just didn't matter. I enjoyed money, I enjoyed opium and ergot, I found myself revelling in excess. The one vice I can truly say I did not partake in regularly was probably women, or love of any kind, seeing as, at that time, I considered that emotion a particular and peculiar little glitch of humankind, and saw it perhaps as devious as myself. Any matter, one day our boat crashed. I was killed, impaled with wood through the heart. Didn't feel a thing!.... which, come to think of it, was probably far, far too good a way to go for me.
And found myself before Baphomet in hell. Evidently my soul was so corrupted that even the fires of hell could not touch it, and I was to join the honor guard of Hades. How fantastic. Such an [sarcasm] honor. Certainly, I loved it for a while. Then in one little clash between the forces of my current immortal "master" and the "big man upstairs" as we refer to him, I saw an angel that I swear to Moloch was Cadmus. Did that ever take the rotten, corroded wind out of my sails....
And I only told you the slightly savory parts of my past.
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
I have a bit of a personality issue, which I suppose you'd consider a flaw, especially in a demon. I can be positively acidic when I so choose, doing the chores of demons with such a dull efficiency and accuracy that you'd almost think I was used to it, and enjoyed it, on some perverse level. And on some level, I think I am, and I do. Yet later on, I'll regret it with half my being. I'm probably halfway between getting a Demon of the Month award and getting kicked out of hell. It really does depend on what side of the metaphorical bed I wake up on that day.
I'm, of course, with Metzger, though my orders are to be more of a freelancing agent than a devoted follower. That, I can definitely do, because there's something about me that refuses to let me totally give my loyalty to any one person. Another weakness. A strength, say you?....[pauses.]I'm good at what I do. Damn good at it. Oh, and I'm not half bad at card games, if I do say so myself, which I do. As you've likely noticed, I have a dry sense of humour half inherited from dear old England, and half mixed with that delightful humour of modern American youth.
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
I make puppies and kittens dance in neat little rows.
You buffoon. I'm a demon, what the hell do you think I do? I'm good with mental control of humans, but that may be more my dashing good looks and charming personality. [snide smile] I have a remarkable ability with strength and speed, but that's normal for my race. I'm marvelous with electricity, actually, that's kind of odd, isn't it? No pyrokinesis, but I work wonders with mechanical gadgetry. Can make machines do what I like mostly, which makes my job alot easier. They can be belligerent, though, and then I end up smashing them and that's just all 'round no fun, ain't it? What say you? Weaknesses? What, you think I'm going to tell you that? You're an utter faceache, you know that? I'm a black soul, I can't go into churches and I can't be around priests too long or I get itchy and start twitching. Figure the rest out for yourself.
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
[bright smile]No, just you. Honestly, though, I don't think we as a race are better than anyone. I envy you humans, really. Spend your time here wisely and do not fuck it up. You, man, I'm worried about. Keep munching those dougnuts and you'll be meeting my pals before you can turn your life around.
[pauses]Okay, so maybe I think angels are part alien creatures and part hateful annoying cretinous bastards. And risen demons by turn depress and annoy the hellfire out of me, for some reason.
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
Hmmm. I enjoy my job, and I loathe my job. Figure that out. I do have a loving for this human drink, this "coffee". Tea used to be my thing, but you lot really figured out how to make a cup of java, didn't you? I do enjoy the arts, paintings and so on. I can appreciate the finer things in life, thanks to my background. I love the sea. I positively loathe people who complain and whine all the time. Get over it, really, I could care less. I don't like lasvicious women (or lasvicious men, for that matter!), which makes getting along with my colleague Ileana damn interesting, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Why? Does it matter? When you've lived in London and seen all the prostitutes and gold-diggers I have, something about the allure of, how do they put it now, a "cheap lay", goes away. Completely. And it leaves a vague disdain in its wake. I really love technology! I do! It's the closest thing to magic you humans have, and I must say, you have done an excellent job! Oh. Damn. I'm gushing, aren't I? I hate it when I praise things excessively, it annoys me and everyone around me. And I wish my personality would sort itself out, the constant switching back and forth annoys me. What else... oh, bugs. They're fun to have around. Large animals, such as dogs? Not so much. Nothing against werewolves, I was nearly eaten by a monstrous bitch as a child. Heheh. That's a story for another arrest, though.
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
Not the brightest knife in the block, are you lot, copper?...
Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean that, I'm sure you're quite intelligent. It's just, here I am right here before you-nevermind. I'm told I have rather cutting eyes, and a nice face. Other than that, there's nothing that would make me stand out in a crowd, except perhaps the piercings in my ears that I acquired in the eighties, when it was in vogue. I tend to dress in a lot of t-shirts, darker colors that help me blend in at night if ever I'm called on to do Metzger's dirty work, that sort of thing.
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
[exasperated sigh] As previously stated, I am Baphomet's bitch. [stops] No, not like that, you sick minded cretin! I meant only that when you're runnig around trying to bring about the Third Fall you have a damn hard time finding any lady friends, or gentlemen friends. I believe I remember that during my actual lifetime I did prefer females, though males were not-forget it. That time, however, is past.
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, PIERCE?
Are you sure you don't want first degree burns, cop? Damn straight I do! Do you have French vanilla, my good man?
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NAME/ALIAS: Boudica.
AGE: Legal.
RP EXPERIENCE: Six years.
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Yep, Hecate Hellfyr.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
See Heckie's app...