Dramatis Personae

Description
Nemesis holds the image of a wild west individual, standing only 5' 10" and weighing in at 184 pounds. He wears clothes designed more for durability rather than fashion, a simple brown leather longduster over denim jeans. Perhaps the most modern piece of his usual attire is the red colored t-shirt with faded letters reading "Gunfight at the O.K Coral" on it. He often has a worn cowboy hat covering the blond hair on his head, and a thick blond beared on his face. His boots are a muted light brown, creased and well broken in, dusty from travel and his sleeping habits.

To any with a keen eye, they may notice a light trail of black raven feathers in the wake of Nemesis, most drifting lazily from under his jacket or from the sleeves.

IC info
The man once known as Clyd Monterry was born in High Plains Oklahoma in 1854. His upbringing on a farm taught him most of what he needed to survive, growing crops and tending the animals. Often, once his chores were through, his father would ask his sons to come into town with him to gather supplies or sell items that they made.

Clyd loved these times the best, getting the chance to see what new things the stores had in. He tried at every opportunity to sneak into the local saloon and see if he could spy in on a card game. Most times he was caught, either by his father or the bartender, leading to a harsh punishment once he returned home, but he never stopped trying. This simple type of life continued until he had matured, striking out on his own at 17 to try and make his way in the city. His plan was to perhaps find work as a ranch hand out west, though the application was a bit different.

Clyd fell in with some rougher individuals, following them out into the Nevada and west Texas territories for their robberies and misadventures. His group began to aquire a reputation similar to the James Gang, mostly through Clyd's almost clockwork habit of dropping off a sizable donation to the closest church once they divided up the spoils. It was for that reason alone that he was captured, apprehended by some Pinkerton officials and offered a chance to avoid the gallows.

What could he really do? He took the offer, working as a lawman under the Pinkerton group until he could be accepted as Marshall further up in Texas. It was during this time that Clyd actually found some peace, finding a nice comfort in working for the law, rather than opposed to it. His life was really begining to turn around, he'd even found a woman to settle down with and become a Sherriff at a small town in.

Fate is funny at times, finding odd occurances to shift peoples lives. Clyd was passing through Santa Negro on his way home, just looking for a place to stay for the evening before he continued on, when he meet an individual that would change his life forever. He could tell when they walked into the saloon that they would be trouble, the brooding angry types that caused mischief. The very types he used to ride with as a matter of fact. They came in, walked over to where he was playing cards at, and sat down with him. The air was tense, but Clyd was now a servant of the law, and couldn't well apprehend them on no charge, so he asked if they'd like in. The look he got was odd, not truly evil, but not really a friendly smile either. The unknown woman simply nodded her head and sat back, waiting for the cards to be dealt.

The rest of the evening seems almost a blur now, the Sleep of Ages having warped bits here and there, but he does remember being turned, Embraced on his way back to his room. Nemesis is rumored be share a blood tie to the Unholy, something that he doesn't talk much about in truth. Wild stories abound that Anoushka herself Embraced him that night, and his silence on the issue does little to quell the whispers. He has roamed much of the midwest region, moving steadily northeast in his travels. Whispers and gossip always circulate among the Kindred community of past deeds, varying degrees of heinous acts depending on who you heard it from. Anything from the slaying of an entire coterie, to the diablerie of several rumored family members of his. It is also whispered that he has a fondness for pikes in his punishments, commiting degrees of torture on his targets before leaving them impaled on a pike to meet the sunrise. All the rumors seem to center around a clensing from the last city he was then in, serving faithfully the wishes of the Dracul in each city he passes through. Within the Dracul, he is known a a devoted Sworn, brandishing his axe for the service of his Covenant without hesitation. He takes his Oaths very seriously, feeling that it is the newest change in his duties as a former lawman.

And now he arrives in Toronto, the wanderlust of his Blood moving him on yet again to find a new city to dwell in, bringing his axe to serve the intrests of his Covenant in yet another city.

OOC info
Blood Potency 3 (though Protein 1 is always active)
Humanity 4 (Depression-5-Manifest as an intense and profound sadness over the loss of his mortal family)
Brawl 3(Natural Weaponry)
Melee 3(Axes)
Noteriety-Rumors and whispers abound about his habits and his lineage. To most outside the Ordo Dracul, he's something very close to a walking, talking boogeyman.