Background

TW/CW: Abuse, Morbidity, Death, Violence EARLY CHILDHOOD: Donovan Crowley was born on July 27th, 1980 in Asheville, North Carolina. His background being Portuguese-Irish by genetic profile. He was delivered as a 'Coffin Cesarean’, better known as perimortem cesarean section. Performed during the death of his mother, Carlota ‘Isabella’ Crowley from a freak accident, his father, Elias ‘Alexander’ Crowley had history of hedonistic debauchery who abandoned his rights and the marriage. Donovan was placed into the system and attended a Catholic Boarding School that often took in orphans and all kinds of life. His experiences there were often more solitary than expected, he behaved peculiar and strange with isolation as he was taunted and tormented in the subtlest and psychological of ways by others alike, physically abusing and alienating him as a human as it went on. Despite his turbulent up bring, he would be seen as ‘gifted’, who excelled in many studies from Health to Chemistry, including the study of the Latin language and briefly but minimally, Old Slavonic. Although he passed much with flying colors, he however engaged in various morbid acts. From live or post-mortem dissections to cruel yet odd rogue taxidermy arranging of avian and various mammals out of biological interests, the delving into morality, and the morbid fascination of life in its entirety. Aside from these things, he would partake in a fencing and films on occasion until he graduated. Once managing humiliate one of his bullies in a spar and media as a form of retribution for the torment endured, this would unravel later consequences as a teenager and him being alienated from the very groups. Throughout, he was fascinated of filming nature, exhibiting nihilist and decaying messages, and the delving into existential questions in his filmography. COMING TO ADULTHOOD: In the fall of 1997, he was a victim of an attempted murder by several of his classmates through a 'rigging accident' at a stagehand fill in for a local event. Left unresponsive and bloodied, he was declared clinically dead upon arrival to a hospital. Successfully resuscitated but comatose for most of the year, he slept as the world slowly broke apart. When he awoke in early 1998, his experience is described as agonizing almost ‘transcendental’. As he recovered with time and effort, the incident would teach him lessons on caution, though he became bitter, careful and vindictive and humbled. In some way, grateful for the experience as a whole. He would vow to take his own revenge in a unique way, from stuffing maggots into beddings to other things considered harmless yet almost gratuitous to disturb and unravel a person. As a result, he was subsequently kicked out for such practices in but still graduated and sent off the same year. Travelling far from the school, he’d stay in abandoned places or shelters all the while working odd jobs. To create a life for himself, he would briefly study for an apprenticeship in a Mortician Program. How all things circle around as he delved somewhat into libraries and cafes by himself, closing away from social groups and vagrants for his own pursuits. PRE-POST COLLAPSE: In his time studying, he would achieve his Phlebotomy Certification from a local college all the while he continued his apprenticeship. The knowledge he briefly studied would further fascinate him into anatomical studies as he was among the last to pass and practice in the place. Whilst the sickness grew around, the demands became risky and logistically impossible to embalm or help nurse other survivors as advisories detailed caution, and the community slowly turned against itself. He would leave to Boston where it was rumored to be more sustainable and at its safest, traveling as far as the urban environment allowed him POST COLLAPSE - PRESENT: Wandering and hardly staying in one place for extended time, he had already disliked being in Boston and the closing pockets of life in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. As he moved around without much purpose, his travel would pause around until the Spring of 2003, landing himself in Old Springfield, Missouri. Eventually confined and examined with much scrutiny onto him for his appearance and demeanor by the community, he was interviewed and reluctantly given a permanent place with harsh introductions. He worked as a Corpse Disposal specialist, a laborer, and a scavenger around the lost areas. Acclimating in the place was difficult, and so was earning trust. Sooner than later, he would be the town’s Mortician. A dream he would be content and for the first time, being very immersed to. With much religious influence there, he would take a renewed interest, transcribing Latin texts on many occasions in between the lines of work. By 2006, he would've already learned much more in translation and learning the language through classical reconstruction, having much help from practitioners and the variety in the community who retrieved whatever possible, who he often disliked and couldn’t tolerate. Until 2007, he silently departed but not without any notice as he was chased. He would wander near the Northern Dead zone boundaries up to what would be the battlefields later on, living in recluse and cautious life as he tended to the dead and gave mercy killings in some instances of the Providence-Coalition Conflict. Welcomed but suspicious by troops from both sides as he again, was an outcast, he was tolerable in his works but wary as he toiled the dead, wandering north and east, he would settle with a small encampment not far from near Louis, a town under Providence Rule by. In his time burying himself in books, jewel crafting and the occasional funerary customs to the deceased, he continued his travel onward to the frontiers of Kentucky through a wandering caravan of peddlers and settlers occasionally hassled. Deviating away from the intended pathways, he would wander East into Knox by what remained of the Caravan.