STATS
» NAME: Boyd Crowder
» FANDOM: Justified
» CANON POINT: Season 3, episode 13, after getting thrown in jail for Devil's murder.
» AGE: Early 40s
» GENDER: Male
» ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
» COLLAR: Just a simple leather cord, without the pendant, and the knots are only decorative since the whole thing's just one band really.

KINKS
» YES: Multiple partners, control/denial (either direction), light bondage
» MAYBE: anything not under no is negotiable, just ask
» NO: Non-con, vore, puke/shit/urine
» PAIRING PREFERENCES: If you have any.

EXTENDED PROFILE
» APPEARANCE: Boyd's a wiry guy in his early forties, of average height with hair that more often than not looks like somebody ran their hands back through it and forgot to straighten it back out afterwards. He tends towards button-down shirts with every last button done up and jeans that fit well over workboots, the informal uniform of blue collar workers everywhere. He usually dresses in layers, and unlike most of his ilk does his best to look professional and put together; if he ever looks ruffled or unkempt, it really has been a bad day. He's got an easy smile, but it's not always a nice smile, for all its apparent sincerity, since much like most of the traits that make up Boyd Crowder it's more often than not pretense.

Underneath, he does have several tattoos marking the various paths his life has taken; a swastika on his upper left arm, a scorpion on his left shoulderblade, "skin" spelled out on the knuckles of his right hand, "JC" over an old bullet wound right over his heart, and barbed wire wrapping around both forearms.
» PERSONALITY: Boyd Crowder is a man who is many things to many people, and in fact throughout his rise to power in Harlan has been many things period, from coal miner to White Supremacist to preacher to private security/hired thug to his current position as would-be crimelord. He's charming, in his way, charismatic for sure, like a snake oil salesman, has a gift for words and the framing of same, as well as an enthusiastic and infectious delivery when the mood strikes him, that often seems to hold just enough sway with those around him to keep them hanging on and siding with him against their better judgment, at least as long as he's talking. It's what makes him so effective in his endeavors, his habit of sermonizing with all the theatrics of a true southern preacher when the mood strikes and the cause seems necessary; despite his distaste for church and religion, when he finds an argument worth making he tends to seize onto it with all that same enthusiasm, with wild gesticulations and vivid imagery, finding exactly the right emotions to tug on to sway opinion, be it the idea of a brighter future for a collection of poor sinners or his favorite topic, those kept down by The Man and their eternal struggle. He's a dreamer with a mind for figuring out how to make those dreams a reality, a man with an answer for everything and a silver tongue. A simple businessman just trying to make a living the only way he knows how.

Except for all his outwardly good manners and polite, albeit often overstated and overly verbose, words, it's a cold, calculating being that lurks behind the easy smile. Crowders, as the saying goes, are always working an angle, and Boyd is no different. He does things that can be beneficial for others, sure, blows up meth labs and takes out Big Coal, helps the marshal service catch bad guys from time to time, but it's seldom without an ulterior motive of some kind. He blows up the meth labs because he personally disagrees with them, helps get the giant corporations out of Harlan so he can get a better foothold for his own business ventures, helps Raylan in order to gain a more sympathetic eye later or take out his own obstacles. Turns himself in for his crimes to get better access to someone he wants dead. He's an opportunist at heart, a man who gets by through manipulation and exploitation of the weaknesses of others first and coldblooded viciousness second; most of those he's pulled into his crew over the seasons were vulnerable when he recruited them, either recovering from injuries or grappling with feelings of uselessness or insecurity. People who couldn't get work any other way, or who were easily bought by money or the ideals and dreams he painted for them. People swayed by a little vulnerability of his own, as well as a show of kindness or two. It hasn't always been this way, sure; after he nearly died of a gunshot wound to the chest, he re-evaluated his life and choices. Tried to walk a different path, a more honest one, taking his survival as a Sign of more religious purpose. Made plenty of strides towards being generally more decent (although it's hard to say if it was truly sincere or only a whole-hearted attempt at it), right up until he was forcefully shoved back towards his upbringing when his actions caught up to him and all his hope of something better were crushed, violently and traumatically. Ultimately, Boyd truly believes he's incapable of being anything else, the scorpion to the frog of myth, vicious and terrible because it's the only way he knows how to be, because it's in his blood. He's cold and calculating in his goals and vicious and hot-tempered when crossed, making for a deadly combination.

That's not to say he's without his own virtues, of a sort. He's slow to trust, slow to let others in period, but once you've earned it it's hard to shake. He has blind loyalty to his friends until they betray his trust too many times, at which point he's got no problem taking them out himself, and has, and while he can balance practicality and need with more impulsive actions, when those he cares about or his livelihood are harmed he has a habit of acting first and thinking later, case in point repeatedly threatening the lives of people who try to kill Ava and really only being talked down somewhat by being forced to acknowledge the value of those people alive. His signature, known throughout Harlan, is leaving homemade bombs in cars as "warnings", and really it's about all you need to know about his methods when it comes to messing with him. He'll come back hard and fast and there won't be anything left when he's done.

It's not that he's unfeeling, or entirely cold, not as much as he appears when playing the crimelord, anyway. In his scenes with Ava he's downright tender, in his way, certainly caring, much more gentle and honest than he comes across the rest of the time. When his close associates get hurt, or hurt him, the true emotions come through, worry and agony and heartbreak. When his father kills a collection of people he'd been trying to minister, he all but breaks down, he's so upset over the loss and wracked with guilt that it's his fault. But Boyd's gotten where he has, as far as he has, by keeping his true feelings under control as much as he can, by never showing more of his hand than he can afford and only showing everyone else exactly what he wants them to see. By keeping things close to the vest and letting people in only when he's sure they can be trusted, and it colors everything else, everything he does.

In terms of dealing with his past game canon, he'll accept the knowledge the same as he does everything else. It's something to be learned, remembered, and used to his advantage, so he'll likely do his best to learn everything he can about what he did last time and try to incorporate it into his current worldview; events, people, places, everything. Atia sets a steep learning curve for everyone as it is, it's only natural for him to want to stay a step or so ahead of her the best he can.
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