[@Punished GN] my first sheet is up [hider=Clancy Patrick][CENTER][h1]Clancy Patrick[/h1][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2u1r84c.jpeg[/img] [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] [sub]Clarence Patrick He & Him [b]|[/b] 12 ½ [b]|[/b] Irish-American [b]|[/b] 4'9 [b]|[/b] 84lbs [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Lonely [sup]_______________________________________________[/sup] Skills & Talents[/sub] [sup]___________________________________[/sup][/center][hider=] [sub] [b]Lockpicking ⫻[/b] Surprisingly, Clancy has some nimble fingers and can pick through some of the more basic locks out there. [b]Outdoorsman ⫻[/b] Hitchhiking hundreds of miles from home, and being raised by a military man with some hard [i]old-fashioned values[/i] has taught Clancy a ways of how to behave in the wilderness. If you left him out in the woods, odds are he wouldn't struggle too much. Clancy's hiked his way far enough to at least have a rough idea of what's safe and sane. [b]Grift ⫻[/b] Clancy has a natural grift for getting a hold of items & getting into places he shouldn't. Lifting stuff off shelves, climbing into locked buildings, slipping under a gap in the fence to get into private property. [/sub][/hider] [/cell][cell][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]Clancy carries the frame of a pubescent boy, no older than twelve or thirteen, with a voice that just about veers on the cusp of breaking. His features are smooth, with not even a wisp of body hair apart from that found on his head - an unkempt mass of charcoal fuzz. His eyes possess a dull, ice blue tone, resembling flinty chips of ice - and his skin is a pasty white, more likely to burn than tan. A length of puckered skin runs along the underside of his left arm, from the elbow to halfway up the sleeve; a consequence of a bicycle mishap when he was a little younger. Some time on the road has taught him to dress sensibly; Clancy wears a mottled-green flannel lumberjack hoodie over a khaki-tone undershirt, with navy cargo pants & a laced pair of sneakers. Sometimes with a pair of gloves, if the weather is cold. Among his possessions is a denim knapsack which he's often seen lugging about, containing whatever goods he can snag off store counters when nobody's looking. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] Clancy's seeking out one of the only family connections he thinks he has left available, and part of that includes understanding what happened to his cousin. His upbringing and background has left him missing out on the much needed familial ties and friendships. [b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] Self-reliance is something Clancy has come to depend on as a consequence of his upbringing, even to a fault. Trust is something he struggles with, as his own family situation made it difficult to make connections, and the only person he really connected to - his sister - died after a long battle with a terminal illness. He's still going through the grief of losing a sister and working it out in his own complex way. Authority figures aren't something which carry an automatic respect. [b]SECRETS ⫻[/b] Clancy is a runaway, having left home and hitchhiked some many miles to make it to St. Portwell. He's spent a [i]long[/i] time (by a child's standards) roughing it, and has been through a few things a child probably shouldn't, and won't be open to talking about it. [b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] Though he's a little young to be enjoying [i]that[/i] element of life, he would assuredly be into the female gender. [b]FEARS ⫻[/b] Loneliness and the idea of being out of control with his life, to an extent. The difficult upbringing has thrown a lot of abstract concepts at his young mind, with loss and grief exacerbating this. [b]REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻[/b] He's an unknown, being a child and all. [b]ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻[/b] N/A [b]FLAWS ⫻[/b] He's a child, and one that has some serious emotional baggage stemming from family issues and personal grief. To say his view would be a little skewed goes without saying. They're not in Texas or one of the Pacific SovCit compounds, so it's not like he can just pick up an Armalite and go to town, is it? [/INDENT] [sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]Clancy's upbringing wasn't anything outstanding. His parents were old fashioned, but not outright abusive, having met after his father returned home from military service in Europe. Self-reliance was something he learned in part from his parents, and other factors in life. Coming as the middle child from a brood of three, his brother Frank is serving overseas in the Marines, and his little sister died a year ago - something he took really hard. He reached out to one of the only other family connections he had - a cousin, Ashley Stone - from her dad's side of the family. Ashley seemed to get him, and she helped him through dealing with his sister's death. The family situation at home was getting more difficult by the day, and other issues made things untenable to him. Then Ashley lost touch, and Clancy felt there was only one thing for it. He ran away from home, catching buses and hitching rides where he could. His accent is hard to place, save that he comes from same place north of the Ohio River - possibly Chicago or Cincinatti? Maybe even further out west, like Bellevue[/indent] [sub][b] Abstraction[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent][b]TYPE ⫻[/b] N/A [/INDENT] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]Clancy believes (One Eye Open baby)[/INDENT] [/hider]