Regained: Demon body, including snake eyes, split tongue, hisses, lack of blinking, night vision, and fire invulnerability
Regained: 1926 black Bentley, doesn't need refueling, has electronics (MP3 player, GPS device, car phone), and a spare pair of Ray-bans
Regained: Shapeshifting ability, glitchy
Regained: Ability to go unnoticed
Regained: Snakeskin shoes
Regained: Ability to change one object into another
Regained: Wings
Regained: Ability to sense people's desires
Regained: Thermos of Holy Water
Regained: Healing
Regained: State of the art sound system

Ability to put wings away and take them out at will
Hypnotism
Memory altering
Lack of need to eat, drink, or sleep
Create objects out of nothing
Banish objects into nothing
State of the art sound system
CD collection
Blu-ray player
Blu-ray collection
Sunglasses collection

Activity for Mayfield's Current Activity Check Period
September - October
Housing Link


Drink Count: 33 || Just when everthing seemed to be alright...

7th Headshot || Phone Call to All [commented]

[The phone rings until it switches to voice mail. Then there's Crowley's relaxed voice.]

Hi. This is Anthony Crowley. Uh. I'm probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but leave a message after the tone and I'll get right back to you. Ciao.

BeeeEEeeEEeeeeep


((If you need to contact Crowley for any reason, including plotting and the like, please leave a comment here. Also please state which RP you're contacting me about. XD Comments are screened.))

CHARACTER NAME: Crowley (sometimes Anthony J. Crowley)
CHARACTER SERIES: Good Omens

[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.

Backtagging: Always.
Threadhopping: Certainly.
Fourthwalling: Preferably not.
Offensive subjects (elaborate): Nothing's too offensive.

[IC]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:

Hugging this character: If you're a certain angel, by all means. If not, He's going to be very bemused.
Kissing this character: Again, Aziraphale is welcome to. Others will be met with confusion.
Flirting with this character: He may flirt back. ;)
Fighting with this character: He'd rather avoid a physical fight, but he's all for having words with someone.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): He can be injured. And injured pretty badly.
Killing this character: I'd rather not kill him. The Bureaucracy in Hell to get a new body is a pain in the ass.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: He doesn't like it, but he's had information dropped in his mind before.

Please let me know how I am doing. Questions, comments, concerns? Let me have them.

Please state the game you and I play together in the subject of the comment. <3

Comments are screened. <3

Who: Crowley and perhaps Aziraphale. Maybe some customers lol
What: Crowley is still frustrated by this universe.
When: Around 10am.
Where: Aziraphale's Bookshop
Rating: PG-13
Status: In Progress

( Father Satan send the Serpent ~ Poison me with your tongue )

Who: Crowley, Christopher, Vicki, and ...?
Date and time: March 19, night
Where: City Park, Hospital
Rating: Worksafe, language
Summary: Crowley's unusually quiet, which may not be all that good...
( So... There was this snake and he had this apple... )

I'll do a bloody ( meme... )

Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Early Evening
Where: City Center

Crowley was pissed.  He was alone in this strange city.   Somewhere in his mind he wondered if Adam had something to do with all of this.  He didn't think the anti-christ would have, but he wasn't about to put it past him.  Maybe he got bored.

What Crowley needed now was a stiff drink.  He got out of the car and leaned against it.  Where was Aziraphale when he needed him.  At least if he were there they could get drunk together.

Who: Crowley & ____?
When: Midday
Where: Just Outside the City Center

Crowley had been sleeping in his pristine bed in his flat.  Certainly the flat had that distinct feel that no one lived there, but the plants were shiny and green, blooming with all their might and Crowley definitely enjoyed a good sleep.  Something, however, was bothering him.  Bothering him enough that he woke up.  He frowned as he sat up, rubbing his serpentine eyes.

After some deliberation, he finally got up and slipped into a stylish suit and snakeskin boots.  He needed to clear his head to rid himself of the nagging suspicion that something was wrong.  Maybe a drive would help.  He left the apartment, expecting the place to lock up behind him (which it did).

He stepped up to his pristine black Bentley and then stopped, his hand in his pocket.  He blinked and looked around.  The area seemed WRONG.  This didn't seem like London anymore.  He wondered if Aziraphale was okay.