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Character Name: George Crabtree
Series: Murdoch Mysteries (TV series)
Age: 30
From When?: After season 3, episode 13 "The Tesla Effect". The year is 1897.
Inmate/Warden: Warden. George is a genuinely good, kind person, and one of his chief motivations is to do right by others. He's as honest a cop as you will ever meet.
Item: His PNB. Any applicable inmate information would appear handwritten in it: arrows for inmate location, and any case of death or near death would be filled out as an incident report.
Abilities/Powers: George has all the powers of an average human male who does physical labor on a daily basis. He's pretty fit. He can sort of ride a horse. He can bicycle like a champ. He does great impressions of British people. He's proficient with firearms. And he has a flair for gift wrapping BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO SPREAD THAT AROUND. In other words: no, nothing of note.
Personality:
"I'm just a man. I'm not the smartest man, or the tallest, or the most handsome. But I believe that I'm a good man, of good character. I try to do well by others. I like to think that, if put my mind to it, I could achieve anything I wanted."-George Crabtree, 3x08 'Future Imperfect'
George Crabtree is a young, optimistic constable who hopes to one day become a modern detective like his Sherlock Holmes-ian mentor, William Murdoch. George is not as bright as Murdoch, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm and open-mindedness. He has said he believes a woman should be able to publish work under her own name just as easily as a man, and is frustrated that the Constabulary is unwilling to allow non-Caucasians to join up. As George is from the 19th century, these are both fairly radical ideas. He's also quick to adopt modern terms: modern for his time, that is (in a recent episode he kindly corrected his Inspector on the proper, respectful term for a mentally handicapped individual: they are no longer imbeciles, but morons.) George is always willing and eager to try new things, from exotic food, to crime solving techniques. He's also willing to consider certain possibilities that go beyond open-mindedness and veer into eccentric thinking. George believes in ghosts, and werewolves, and Martians, and maybe Martian Jesus (who is Jesus, but for Martians, a concept George thought up himself to explain why God didn't mention having created Martians in the Bible).
George's imagination does sometimes have a habit of getting away from him (he was unable to read Edgar Allen Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" all the way to the end because it frightened him too badly). He's fully aware of this, but doesn't seem to mind it. It has actually lead to unexpected insights into cases, because George is willing to say things others might dismiss as silly. It's probably also related to his feelings about blood. Although George has seen countless bloody, grizzly scenes in his line of work, he remains slightly squeamish about blood and gore. It's not a phobia, and it's not detrimental to his job: he never does more than wrinkle his nose or make a noise of distaste before getting over it and, say, looking through the hole in a man's head so he can locate skull fragments and brain matter, but it's something no one else on the force does. George seems to feel secure enough in his abilities and self that he's comfortable displaying and admitting to this sensitivity.
One thing he is not open-minded about is homosexuality, which was illegal in Victorian Canada. The police regularly raided the meeting places of suspected homosexuals, where they bashed in heads and arrested everyone. A constable George works with mentions the station taking frequent part in such raids, and George has been shown laughing at gay jokes with the other lads, and looking very uncomfortable at the sight of two men flirting. But he's secure enough in his own sexuality to wear a dress in the name of the law, and has shamelessly hugged his superior officers several times in public. He's clearly interested in women, and has had several show interest in return, but has never seriously courted anyone.
George is very fond of animals, particularly dogs, all of whom he addresses as "boy" until told otherwise (because dogs are boys and cats are girls!). When Detective Murdoch outfitted a carriage with a shield to protect him from lasers (...sometimes...19th century lasers happen...), George (and only George) was very concerned about the fact that the horse had no shield.
With his amiable demeanor and soft voice, George gives off the impression that he might be a soft touch, but he actually isn't. He's certainly shown sympathy to criminals, even murderers, but never enough to interfere with his duty as a police officer. He once immediately turned in a young woman whom he had feelings for, and had literally just unlocked his lips from when he came across suspicious papers in her house. He's also considerably tougher than he looks. He has nothing against a full body tackle in the line of duty, and has punched both tigers and giant bouncers (for trying to eat his friend, and impeding the investigation of a sweatshop, respectively).
George never comes off as stuffy, but he does generally obey etiquette to the letter, so when his lower-class roots do poke through, it can be a little jarring. He once started a fight with all of the officers of a rival station by spitting at them (they had been talking trash about his station), and offered to beat up a man who was making advances on Murdoch's love interest. These incidents also say a lot about how loyal George is to others (very). Barge inhabitants should prepare themselves for an earnest befriending and an occasional stern talking to. This may not sound like much of a threat, but rest assured: George does go on.
While George is the type of warden who would treat his inmate kindly, and with understanding, he would not allow them to walk all over him. Not even if they were a pretty, scantily clad lady. He is likely to have some strange Victorian ideas about mental health. Nothing like the sort of quackery you'd find at an asylum, mind you, but ideas like: Any troubles can be made less troubling by a hot cup of tea. And if they're particularly troubling: put whiskey in the tea. A crafty inmate might initially be able to take advantage of some of George's 19th century sensibilities (Have a bad cough? George is likely to offer to pick you up a bottle of Bayer Heroin. Bayer Heroin: it's healthier than Morphine and the kids just love it!), but George would catch on eventually. He's very keen on new ideas, and adapts to them quickly, even if he doesn't entirely understand them.
George does get a lot of the funny lines on a light-hearted show, but he's not a strictly comic relief character. He's more than capable of functioning with tact and gravity in a serious situation, and has a lot of depth despite his quirkiness. To his credit: he's aware of how much he doesn't know, and is never too proud to ask questions, and is more or less good at knowing when it's time to do the job, and when it's alright to go off on one of his tangents about shoes or plums.
Path to Redemption: N/A
History: George was born in Toronto, on March 14th, 1867, to a poor single mother who immediately left him on the steps of the St. James Church and didn't think about him again until he put out an advertisement in the Toronto Gazette searching for her 29 years later (she showed because she needed to borrow a dollar). He was found by the church's minister, and raised by the minister's family, who were good Christians (Anglicans, specifically). Despite this, George is less religious than most religious Victorians were: he believes firmly that God exists, but he regularly conflates Bible stories, and sometimes has fantastical ideas about what God might be doing up there in God-land. He is also a mid-level Freemason.
George was brought up by approximately 7 million aunts, all of whom are named after flowers, and all of whom raised him at roughly the same time. He has an unlimited supply of stories about these women, and seems to think highly of all of them. All of George's family members share his tendency to babble.
It's unclear where in Canada George spent his childhood, but they did have a Shetland pony there, so it can't have been too bad. He has a cousin, Penny, from Belleville, so it may have been there, although that doesn't explain his accent. George has a prominent Newfoundland accent (although he doesn't speak Newfoundland English; he speaks very proper English, with excellent diction, and an accent slathered on top). Technically, this is because the actor who plays him is from Newfoundland, and wasn't made aware until mid-way through the first season of filming that he wasn't as good at disguising his accent as he thought he was (he thought he was disguising it well; he was not disguising it at all). George may have spent time in Newfoundland as a boy, or the aunt who did most of his schooling may have been from there. Cousin Penny does not share his accent, and no one in series ever brings George's accent up, because it's the 19th century and accents are everywhere. It is, however, once pointed out that he is incapable of saying the word "barn".
George has very little formal education. He can read, write, add, and subtract, but he has only recently been exposed to scientific principles, and higher art such as the work of Shakespeare, and old master paintings of naked ladies. He became a constable somewhere outside of Toronto where he received a single day of training and lied about his ability to ride a horse. He was transferred to Toronto, station #4, sometime prior to 1894, where he began working with Detective William Murdoch, a Catholic with a photographic memory and a bike fetish, and crime solving techniques decades ahead of their time. Both George and Murdoch work under Inspector Thomas Brackenreid, a traditional, hard-drinking British copper. Brackenreid initially found Murdoch's methods ridiculous, but has come to accept and sometimes appreciate them. He initially found George ridiculous as well, and while he still claims to, it has become clear over the course of the series that he does see something in George, and seems to genuinely want George to succeed and progress in his career. George does much of the forensic legwork and evidence gathering for Murdoch's cases, and has been allowed to act as Acting Detective when Murdoch was injured. While upholding the law, Murdoch and the Murdochettes regularly run into historical figures, and so George has met and befriended: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Nikola Tesla (George helped him build a Death Ray!), Houdini, and H.G. Wells (George kind of stole his girlfriend, maybe!), among others.
'Murdoch Mysteries' is, essentially, a show about forensic science before forensic science really existed. It takes place in what is basically the real world, but has on rare occasions involved supernatural elements. It has been implied that Murdoch saw an actual ghost, and that a man was killed by Vodou, and there is a reoccurring character who seems to have legitimate psychic powers.
There is also a running joke in the series where George continually comes up with ideas for modern inventions or police procedures, and then doesn't do anything with these ideas because everyone else thinks they are stupid. Some of the things George almost invented include: SPAM (the food), the game Hangman, the microwave oven, the game of Cluedo, the practice of putting one way glass in interrogation rooms, and call tracing.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The video screen is navy blue and slightly blurry. From off-screen a man speaks. He has an accent which, if you are familiar with such things, is easily identifiable as being from Newfoundland. If you are not so in the know, you may think it is Irish. Or British. Or fake. He declares:]
I...believe this device and I have reached an understanding...
[The expanse of navy moves back. You have been looking at a close up of the man's policeman uniform. Now it is visible from neck to about mid-thigh in all its old-fashioned, high-collared, many buttoned glory. Because while the device and George may have come to an understanding, George does not understand how to frame a shot.]
Well. I-...oh.
[As a sort of after thought, he reaches up out of frame. When his hands appear again they are holding his navy blue custodian helmet, which has a silver colored maple leaf on the front. He rests the helmet against his hip.]
I'm Constable George Crabtree, Toronto Constabulary, station #4, and I'm very pleased to be here and meet all of you. ...Although I suppose I haven't done that yet. But I'm sure I'll be pleased when I do!
I've seen an airship before, but I've never been on one...that I can remember. But it's really an experience; much smoother than being on a boat. I don't get seasick myself, but I have an aunt who can't stomach travel like that in the slightest. Just.
[Vomit-y hand motion.]
All over.
Anyway. I'm very impressed by this whole business! This "thingy" here.
[He shakes the communicator.]
But! Especially-
[And then everything is a blur as George, communicator in hand, is moving through his room. When he stops, you are greeted with a lovely shot of: a toilet. The sort with a wall mounted tank and pull chain. Then George turns the camera back on himself, and manages to actually aim it at his excitedly grinning face. He hooks a thumb in the toilet's direction.]
Now that's fantastic! Did everybody get one?
Sample RP:
He's a little out of his depth, to be sure.
Luckily, George Crabtree is entirely used to being out of his depth. He functions well there. So well, in fact, that he's rarely completely out of his depth, and this situation is no exception. While it does make him wish he had taken a crack at Mr. Wells' novel, things here seem to be a good deal cheerier than what was predicted in The Time Machine, as far as George has been told. Much more civilized, which is comforting. It would be just terrible if the future turned out to be depressing. George, personally, has high hopes for the year 1900. It seems impossible that it should be so close, and yet: there it looms, less than three years away, all brimming with promise and zeroes.
Or, loomed, anyway. Back home. Technically, George supposes, it's still looming somewhere out there. And he's aware that this "Barge" isn't "The Future" exactly, but at the very least it's very modern. George likes that; all that new. He likes the idea that everyone deserves a chance, too. He's glad modern minded people think in that direction, which is more or less as far away from Eugenics as one can get.
And if George is honest, and though it's very difficult to imagine, even Detective Murdoch would be out of his depth here. And Detective Murdoch operates daily at depths near immeasurable. George can just picture him, hair immaculately combed (unlike George's own, strands of which are always working themselves out of place, no matter how much tonic he uses), mouth hung open, aghast at the scientific improbability of any of this happening. But it is happening. It's hard to argue with your own two eyes. And he feels that the Detective would approve of the idea behind the place as much as he does. After all: redemption is very Catholic, isn't it? Or isn't it? That bit isn't entirely clear, but it's not pressing.
What's important is that goings on here seem right, and George is confident that right stays enough the same wherever it is, that he'd be able to tell if they went to wrong.
Special Notes: George will be arriving in uniform, and as such will be armed with a truncheon. He does not carry a firearm.
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iplayedthem | non-fandomy: vikytickytemboCharacter Name: George Crabtree
Series: Murdoch Mysteries (TV series)
Age: 30
From When?: After season 3, episode 13 "The Tesla Effect". The year is 1897.
Inmate/Warden: Warden. George is a genuinely good, kind person, and one of his chief motivations is to do right by others. He's as honest a cop as you will ever meet.
Item: His PNB. Any applicable inmate information would appear handwritten in it: arrows for inmate location, and any case of death or near death would be filled out as an incident report.
Abilities/Powers: George has all the powers of an average human male who does physical labor on a daily basis. He's pretty fit. He can sort of ride a horse. He can bicycle like a champ. He does great impressions of British people. He's proficient with firearms. And he has a flair for gift wrapping BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO SPREAD THAT AROUND. In other words: no, nothing of note.
Personality:
"I'm just a man. I'm not the smartest man, or the tallest, or the most handsome. But I believe that I'm a good man, of good character. I try to do well by others. I like to think that, if put my mind to it, I could achieve anything I wanted."
George Crabtree is a young, optimistic constable who hopes to one day become a modern detective like his Sherlock Holmes-ian mentor, William Murdoch. George is not as bright as Murdoch, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm and open-mindedness. He has said he believes a woman should be able to publish work under her own name just as easily as a man, and is frustrated that the Constabulary is unwilling to allow non-Caucasians to join up. As George is from the 19th century, these are both fairly radical ideas. He's also quick to adopt modern terms: modern for his time, that is (in a recent episode he kindly corrected his Inspector on the proper, respectful term for a mentally handicapped individual: they are no longer imbeciles, but morons.) George is always willing and eager to try new things, from exotic food, to crime solving techniques. He's also willing to consider certain possibilities that go beyond open-mindedness and veer into eccentric thinking. George believes in ghosts, and werewolves, and Martians, and maybe Martian Jesus (who is Jesus, but for Martians, a concept George thought up himself to explain why God didn't mention having created Martians in the Bible).
George's imagination does sometimes have a habit of getting away from him (he was unable to read Edgar Allen Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart" all the way to the end because it frightened him too badly). He's fully aware of this, but doesn't seem to mind it. It has actually lead to unexpected insights into cases, because George is willing to say things others might dismiss as silly. It's probably also related to his feelings about blood. Although George has seen countless bloody, grizzly scenes in his line of work, he remains slightly squeamish about blood and gore. It's not a phobia, and it's not detrimental to his job: he never does more than wrinkle his nose or make a noise of distaste before getting over it and, say, looking through the hole in a man's head so he can locate skull fragments and brain matter, but it's something no one else on the force does. George seems to feel secure enough in his abilities and self that he's comfortable displaying and admitting to this sensitivity.
One thing he is not open-minded about is homosexuality, which was illegal in Victorian Canada. The police regularly raided the meeting places of suspected homosexuals, where they bashed in heads and arrested everyone. A constable George works with mentions the station taking frequent part in such raids, and George has been shown laughing at gay jokes with the other lads, and looking very uncomfortable at the sight of two men flirting. But he's secure enough in his own sexuality to wear a dress in the name of the law, and has shamelessly hugged his superior officers several times in public. He's clearly interested in women, and has had several show interest in return, but has never seriously courted anyone.
George is very fond of animals, particularly dogs, all of whom he addresses as "boy" until told otherwise (because dogs are boys and cats are girls!). When Detective Murdoch outfitted a carriage with a shield to protect him from lasers (...sometimes...19th century lasers happen...), George (and only George) was very concerned about the fact that the horse had no shield.
With his amiable demeanor and soft voice, George gives off the impression that he might be a soft touch, but he actually isn't. He's certainly shown sympathy to criminals, even murderers, but never enough to interfere with his duty as a police officer. He once immediately turned in a young woman whom he had feelings for, and had literally just unlocked his lips from when he came across suspicious papers in her house. He's also considerably tougher than he looks. He has nothing against a full body tackle in the line of duty, and has punched both tigers and giant bouncers (for trying to eat his friend, and impeding the investigation of a sweatshop, respectively).
George never comes off as stuffy, but he does generally obey etiquette to the letter, so when his lower-class roots do poke through, it can be a little jarring. He once started a fight with all of the officers of a rival station by spitting at them (they had been talking trash about his station), and offered to beat up a man who was making advances on Murdoch's love interest. These incidents also say a lot about how loyal George is to others (very). Barge inhabitants should prepare themselves for an earnest befriending and an occasional stern talking to. This may not sound like much of a threat, but rest assured: George does go on.
While George is the type of warden who would treat his inmate kindly, and with understanding, he would not allow them to walk all over him. Not even if they were a pretty, scantily clad lady. He is likely to have some strange Victorian ideas about mental health. Nothing like the sort of quackery you'd find at an asylum, mind you, but ideas like: Any troubles can be made less troubling by a hot cup of tea. And if they're particularly troubling: put whiskey in the tea. A crafty inmate might initially be able to take advantage of some of George's 19th century sensibilities (Have a bad cough? George is likely to offer to pick you up a bottle of Bayer Heroin. Bayer Heroin: it's healthier than Morphine and the kids just love it!), but George would catch on eventually. He's very keen on new ideas, and adapts to them quickly, even if he doesn't entirely understand them.
George does get a lot of the funny lines on a light-hearted show, but he's not a strictly comic relief character. He's more than capable of functioning with tact and gravity in a serious situation, and has a lot of depth despite his quirkiness. To his credit: he's aware of how much he doesn't know, and is never too proud to ask questions, and is more or less good at knowing when it's time to do the job, and when it's alright to go off on one of his tangents about shoes or plums.
Path to Redemption: N/A
History: George was born in Toronto, on March 14th, 1867, to a poor single mother who immediately left him on the steps of the St. James Church and didn't think about him again until he put out an advertisement in the Toronto Gazette searching for her 29 years later (she showed because she needed to borrow a dollar). He was found by the church's minister, and raised by the minister's family, who were good Christians (Anglicans, specifically). Despite this, George is less religious than most religious Victorians were: he believes firmly that God exists, but he regularly conflates Bible stories, and sometimes has fantastical ideas about what God might be doing up there in God-land. He is also a mid-level Freemason.
George was brought up by approximately 7 million aunts, all of whom are named after flowers, and all of whom raised him at roughly the same time. He has an unlimited supply of stories about these women, and seems to think highly of all of them. All of George's family members share his tendency to babble.
It's unclear where in Canada George spent his childhood, but they did have a Shetland pony there, so it can't have been too bad. He has a cousin, Penny, from Belleville, so it may have been there, although that doesn't explain his accent. George has a prominent Newfoundland accent (although he doesn't speak Newfoundland English; he speaks very proper English, with excellent diction, and an accent slathered on top). Technically, this is because the actor who plays him is from Newfoundland, and wasn't made aware until mid-way through the first season of filming that he wasn't as good at disguising his accent as he thought he was (he thought he was disguising it well; he was not disguising it at all). George may have spent time in Newfoundland as a boy, or the aunt who did most of his schooling may have been from there. Cousin Penny does not share his accent, and no one in series ever brings George's accent up, because it's the 19th century and accents are everywhere. It is, however, once pointed out that he is incapable of saying the word "barn".
George has very little formal education. He can read, write, add, and subtract, but he has only recently been exposed to scientific principles, and higher art such as the work of Shakespeare, and old master paintings of naked ladies. He became a constable somewhere outside of Toronto where he received a single day of training and lied about his ability to ride a horse. He was transferred to Toronto, station #4, sometime prior to 1894, where he began working with Detective William Murdoch, a Catholic with a photographic memory and a bike fetish, and crime solving techniques decades ahead of their time. Both George and Murdoch work under Inspector Thomas Brackenreid, a traditional, hard-drinking British copper. Brackenreid initially found Murdoch's methods ridiculous, but has come to accept and sometimes appreciate them. He initially found George ridiculous as well, and while he still claims to, it has become clear over the course of the series that he does see something in George, and seems to genuinely want George to succeed and progress in his career. George does much of the forensic legwork and evidence gathering for Murdoch's cases, and has been allowed to act as Acting Detective when Murdoch was injured. While upholding the law, Murdoch and the Murdochettes regularly run into historical figures, and so George has met and befriended: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Nikola Tesla (George helped him build a Death Ray!), Houdini, and H.G. Wells (George kind of stole his girlfriend, maybe!), among others.
'Murdoch Mysteries' is, essentially, a show about forensic science before forensic science really existed. It takes place in what is basically the real world, but has on rare occasions involved supernatural elements. It has been implied that Murdoch saw an actual ghost, and that a man was killed by Vodou, and there is a reoccurring character who seems to have legitimate psychic powers.
There is also a running joke in the series where George continually comes up with ideas for modern inventions or police procedures, and then doesn't do anything with these ideas because everyone else thinks they are stupid. Some of the things George almost invented include: SPAM (the food), the game Hangman, the microwave oven, the game of Cluedo, the practice of putting one way glass in interrogation rooms, and call tracing.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The video screen is navy blue and slightly blurry. From off-screen a man speaks. He has an accent which, if you are familiar with such things, is easily identifiable as being from Newfoundland. If you are not so in the know, you may think it is Irish. Or British. Or fake. He declares:]
I...believe this device and I have reached an understanding...
[The expanse of navy moves back. You have been looking at a close up of the man's policeman uniform. Now it is visible from neck to about mid-thigh in all its old-fashioned, high-collared, many buttoned glory. Because while the device and George may have come to an understanding, George does not understand how to frame a shot.]
Well. I-...oh.
[As a sort of after thought, he reaches up out of frame. When his hands appear again they are holding his navy blue custodian helmet, which has a silver colored maple leaf on the front. He rests the helmet against his hip.]
I'm Constable George Crabtree, Toronto Constabulary, station #4, and I'm very pleased to be here and meet all of you. ...Although I suppose I haven't done that yet. But I'm sure I'll be pleased when I do!
I've seen an airship before, but I've never been on one...that I can remember. But it's really an experience; much smoother than being on a boat. I don't get seasick myself, but I have an aunt who can't stomach travel like that in the slightest. Just.
[Vomit-y hand motion.]
All over.
Anyway. I'm very impressed by this whole business! This "thingy" here.
[He shakes the communicator.]
But! Especially-
[And then everything is a blur as George, communicator in hand, is moving through his room. When he stops, you are greeted with a lovely shot of: a toilet. The sort with a wall mounted tank and pull chain. Then George turns the camera back on himself, and manages to actually aim it at his excitedly grinning face. He hooks a thumb in the toilet's direction.]
Now that's fantastic! Did everybody get one?
Sample RP:
He's a little out of his depth, to be sure.
Luckily, George Crabtree is entirely used to being out of his depth. He functions well there. So well, in fact, that he's rarely completely out of his depth, and this situation is no exception. While it does make him wish he had taken a crack at Mr. Wells' novel, things here seem to be a good deal cheerier than what was predicted in The Time Machine, as far as George has been told. Much more civilized, which is comforting. It would be just terrible if the future turned out to be depressing. George, personally, has high hopes for the year 1900. It seems impossible that it should be so close, and yet: there it looms, less than three years away, all brimming with promise and zeroes.
Or, loomed, anyway. Back home. Technically, George supposes, it's still looming somewhere out there. And he's aware that this "Barge" isn't "The Future" exactly, but at the very least it's very modern. George likes that; all that new. He likes the idea that everyone deserves a chance, too. He's glad modern minded people think in that direction, which is more or less as far away from Eugenics as one can get.
And if George is honest, and though it's very difficult to imagine, even Detective Murdoch would be out of his depth here. And Detective Murdoch operates daily at depths near immeasurable. George can just picture him, hair immaculately combed (unlike George's own, strands of which are always working themselves out of place, no matter how much tonic he uses), mouth hung open, aghast at the scientific improbability of any of this happening. But it is happening. It's hard to argue with your own two eyes. And he feels that the Detective would approve of the idea behind the place as much as he does. After all: redemption is very Catholic, isn't it? Or isn't it? That bit isn't entirely clear, but it's not pressing.
What's important is that goings on here seem right, and George is confident that right stays enough the same wherever it is, that he'd be able to tell if they went to wrong.
Special Notes: George will be arriving in uniform, and as such will be armed with a truncheon. He does not carry a firearm.