Living… in Toronto. Creed spends three nights a week in Canada in order to reap its government benefits, and spends the rest of the week sleeping under his desk back in Scranton, Pa. When asked about his supposed place in Scranton, Creed only reveals that he lives near “the quarry.”
Profession… quality assurance director at the Scranton branch of Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. Creed is supposed to make a quality spot check on the paper every four hours. He’s gone years at a time without doing this. A company man who has never done a day of work in his life, Creed’s lackadaisical work habits are sometimes overshadowed by his tremendously sketchy extracurricular activities. Prone to theft and constantly on the run from something, Creed is a double threat of unproductivity and criminal mischief.
Interests… music and drugs. Creed was a member of a reasonably popular band called The Grass Roots in the late ‘60s, and he still enjoys the ‘60s musician lifestyle. On top of his penchant for soft drugs, he’s also an expert on different types of pain medication. When he’s not high, he’s scuba-diving: "If I can't scuba, then what's this all been about? What have I been working towards?"
Relationship Status… single and not really looking. Creed had his share of female attention in his musician days. Now, you have to court, you have to remember names – it’s just too much hassle. The closest he gets to romance now is when Pam the receptionist wears a low-cut sweater to work.
Challenge… avoiding homelessness and staying out of the eye of the law. It’s a miracle that Creed’s stayed employed as long as he has. He’s incompetent to the point of pity. As long as his negligence is discreet enough, though, he should be able to continue to milk Dunder Mifflin for a full-time salary. That’s one of the upsides of working under inept management.
Personality… enigmatic. Creed has clearly lived a long, full life, even if he can barely remember any of it. He still doesn’t know many of his co-workers’ names. Most of the things he says are so bizarre that they only deepen the mystery. In spite of all this he’s reasonably well-liked, or at least tolerated, mainly because he’s harmless.
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