John Crowley; a soft chocolate candy in a douchebag shell.

John Crowley

Suspicious citizen/anti-citizen

"You think I need these fucking tinned supplements? For all I know, it's dirt mixed with pork rinds."





General Information

Age: ** Twenty-eight **

Sex: ** Male **

Race: ** Caucasian **

Current Nationality: ** British **

Prior Nationality: ** British **

Education: ** Doctorate in geography, EMT training course   **

Previous Occupation(s): ** Professor of geography, volunteer EMT **

Alignment: ** Lawful Good (he's still a dick) **

Personality: ** Impatient and rude, unless given reason to act otherwise **


Appearance:

Height: ** 6'3" **

Weight: ** 60 Kg **

Build: ** Thin, but rather lean **

Demeanor: ** Dismissive, angry **

Eye Colour: ** Deep Blue **

Hair Colour: ** Brown **

Skills:

Intelligence: Eight years in university is bound to count for something, right?

"Look, I'm a Doctor, you can trust my decisions."

Medicine: Well, he's no surgeon, but he can patch you up well enough.

"Alright, the pointy end goes into the vein... and, aha!"

Athletics: He's a healthy guy, he stays in shape, nothing more to it.

"Hah! Good luck "re-educating" what you can't fucking catch!"

Being a massive twat: He's got a PhD, he's an arrogant motherfucker, and most people want to hit him.

"Who's the one with the fucking PhD? Not you!"





Biography:

[wip, gimme time bby]




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