base info

• anthony j. crowley
• he/him primarily, any prns accepted
• nonbinary, aziraphale
• good omens, not sure if book or movie honestly?

memories

• i can’t remember when i adopted the shoulder-length hair, but i kept it from then on. i sometimes tied it back in a really tiny ponytail.
• my name wasn’t always anthony. i think i cycled through multiple names, of multiple different “genders.” my last named stayed crowley, however.
  • the “j” was literally just “j.”
• in the beginning, i looked the way all demons did - deformed, unwashed, and disgusting. however, as i became more accustomed to the earth, i took a more human appearance.
  • i couldn’t change my eyes, sadly.
• aziraphale and i would sometimes go out for tea or coffee or something. i always took coffee black, he found it very peculiar.
• i tried to drive other things as the times changed - i particularly remember a moped - but i always went back to my bentley.
• i got headaches easily.
• i found a lot more solace in chaotic environments - like the battle at the... satanic nun church. it was easier to focus on the moment than on other times during such.
• i didn’t solely yell at my houseplants. i was not a kind master, by any means, however.
• i think i had a double tongue... like split down the middle.
• aziraphale and i did live in a cottage on the south downs after everything. it was very overgrown, and we had a tree. i liked it there..
• i wasn't like, Actively Suicidal, but i literally did not care about what happened to me for the most part. it was sort of a "i would be fine if i died right now" thing.
• i was friends with aziraphale before i fell, and we ended up almost fighting each other during the war (whatever it's called). i watched him discorporate a demon, we made eye contact, and then refused to fight each other.
  • it stuck in my memory for the rest of my life. i remember thinking "he should've just killed me then" more than once about it.
• i think i drank a lot. i'm not sure what i preferred, i think, like, bourbon.
• heaven and hell both modernized as the real world did. they were almost sort of parallels to each other, that were perfectly identical in structure, but different in people, design, etc.
• i could feel the heat in the burning bentley. it took a lot of concentration to keep the bentley and myself from falling apart from flame.
• i had a lot of traits of bpd. i don’t know if i actually had it, due to being a demon and all, but i wouldn’t be surprised.