[hider=Clancy Patrick][CENTER][hider=obligatory theme][youtube]https://youtu.be/RU0G0IWe4H8?si=FbiqqMJdphM9-hOz[/youtube][/hider][h1][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjExNi5hY2FjZWYuUTJ4aGJtTjVJRkJoZEhKcFkycy4x/burn-out-fade-away.regular.webp[/img][/h1][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/v8T7QRA.gif[/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 had taught him to dress sensibly; Clancy wore 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 wascold. Among his possessions was a denim knapsack which he was often seen lugging about, containing whatever goods he can snag off store counters when nobody's looking. Since the incident at the strip club, he's been forced to undergo a change of clothes, wearing a green hoodie bearing the likeness of a state [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/94/58/b4/9458b46183ea73572b2ab2db9ebb8c81.jpg]sports mascot[/url] best described as a poor man's Donald Duck, and a pair of oversized denim pants with sleeves that have been obviously torn at the edges in an amateur attempt to adjust them to the wearer's shorter height. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] Psychology[/b][/sub] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] Clancy had sought out one of hte few family connections he had left in Ashley, only to lose her. His upbringing and background has left him missing out on the much needed familial ties and friendships. Now? He wants the person who killed her, and to make sure they [i]pay[/i] for what they did. [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. As events at the strip club turned out, he is [i]not[/i] your ordinary child. [b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] Not something Clancy even considers. [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 to the Coven, having never been around during the fight with the Stygian Snake. [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, personal grief and a difficulty with self-contol. 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, as the youngest of a brood of three. 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. Tragedy struck the family hard. Coming as the middle child from a brood of three, his brother Frank died serving overseas in the Marines, and his 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 - connected through 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 arrival in St. Portwell was not without noise. Within 48 hours of arriving, he'd proven himself to be [i]far[/i] different to the expectations of any onlookers, with a trail of blood and broken bodies following him. He was present at the death of the Wolfpack's Club "President", Judas, and subsequently evaded the PRA raid on the Reformed Coven's hideout. A week in, and still, very little is known about him - save that he isn't just a kid. Surving gunshot wounds and a wooden cane through the eye was proof enough of that. 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] Unknown [/INDENT] [sup][b] Other[/b][/sup] [sub][sup]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/sup][/sub] [indent]Clancy knows.[/INDENT] [/hider]