A Human with a twist in his bloodline.

Estimates:
Height: 5'9
Weight: 215lbs
Age: 22ish
Features:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel

Background History:
~RP~


=Brief Overview of Personality (OOC)=
It's hard to tell where this man's loyalties lie, beyond people that he /actually/ cares about.  Unless coin is involved, that is.  A mercenary to the core, just like his brother was.  And while a man who is paid for blood without a war to work in is a poor one indeed,  Clyde does what he has to in order to get by.

However; Although coin and treasure can talk Clyde into just about any situation imaginable, he does maintain one simple credo:  
"Honor your word before your coin."





If Clyde's life were a movie, he wouldn't be the 'Anti-Hero.'  He'd be the Anti-Hero's immediate supporting cast.  

Clyde didn't throw the torch that burned down the village.  He didn't incite the riot that distracted the guards while the bank was robbed. (Wait, actually yeah, that was him.)  Clyde didn't instigate the murder.  Clyde was the inkwell.  The pen.  The page that recorded such fine deeds of achievement.

Clyde is the teller of Tales that makes children cower under their blankets and yearn for their mother.  He is the penner of Epics that cause bands of warriors to embark on perilous journeys to snuff out the reign of Evil men and women.  He is the author of Odyssys that tell of truly harsh times, where tyrants ruled.  Where hope was no where to be found, and persistence to overcome brought only pain and suffering.  He is the inkwell.  The pen.  The page on which the accomplishments of great men and women are recorded.  




Clyde didn't shoot the sheriff.









He slaughtered the deputy.
























































































~No srsly, RP~