Aviario: The Archivists
|Profession: Enforcer 1st Class|
|Birthplace: Essex, UK|
|Male||Age: 200+||Anima: Weasel|
|Height: 5’7"||Weight: 213 lbs|
|Hair: Blond||Eyes: Blue/Green|
|Luck: 3||EXP: -||Bennies: -|
|Anima: Weasel (+1 PER)||Blunt & Tactless|
|Sucker Punch||Violent When Enraged|
|Chief Element: Earth|
|Swank Red Convertible|
|Cigarettes & Lighter|
|Artifacts On Hand|
|Description||Location Found||Effect (If Any)|
|Miniature Switchblade||Worn (with Dog Tags)||DEX +1|
You either love Crowley, or you hate him. Most people hate him…though some grudgingly tolerate him because they’ve come to understand the role he plays. If the balance is tipped a little too favorably, he’s one of the ones Janus sends to straighten it out.
Crowley recruited Nick in 1980, while running an indoor graffiti gallery in London, and harboring a young punk refugee from war-torn Ireland. Since then, he’s been gleefully pushing Nick’s buttons. … and everyone else’s. He’s been known to disappear from Aviario for long stretches on missions for Janus, but no one ever seems to mention what they are, or why. Most people just assume it’s better that they didn’t know what he’s up to … lest they decide they want to try to stop him.
Crowley’s favorite look right now is “punk rocker, mid-midlife crisis”. He has neon blue and green streaks in his blonde hair, and is constantly chipping traffic-cone orange polish off his fingernails. He smokes like a chimney and favors a battered denim vest, which is covered in patches and pins with part of a Union Jack sewed on the back.