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[attr="class","ilbgdtraits1"]TRADE (if Native: SPECIES)
[break][attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]MALE
[break][attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]AGE
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[break][attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]ROBERT TOCHTERMAN
[break][attr="class","ilbgdtraits3"]MARINATED
[break][break]Cletus T. Montgomery
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PERSONALITY Don't give anything without taking something. Cletus isn't a bad person, and he insists on this, but the world is harsh and evil. It is easier to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission, and Clete uses this, and anything else he can get his dirty hands on, to his advantage. It's probably in your best intention to not believe a word he says.[break][break]
HISTORY Sobs shook him as he sat there, hiding his head in his hands. "They'll be here," he cried out, and looked up to see a broken, teethy grin. "Don't think so, Lil Bud, keep singin'." He nodded, and wondered where he'd gone wrong to end up in a place like this. He had no family, no home, and spent his days doing drug runs for people who had more money than he did. He sang and sobbed, if only because it seemed like it was the only thing that was keeping him on the line. "Yoo-hoo, Lil Bud, gotchyer pappa on the line." He could hear screaming coming from the phone, angry and pleading. [break][break]
"Tell me where ya dropped off the stash, Lil Bud." There was a cock of a gun, he couldn't understand what the man on the phone was saying. [break][break]
"TELL ME!"[break]
"I DON'T KNOW!" [break]
"TELL ME RIGHT NOW OR YER DEAD."[break]
"I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW!!!"[break][break]
He sobbed, there was more screaming coming from the phone. [break][break]
BANG![break][break]
He looked up at the man in shock, then looked down at his chest. He was bleeding. He fell to the ground, staring up at the night sky. But then Cletus came into view, and the man gave him a big, twisted grin and shoveled a pile of dirt onto his face. [break][break]
"Dead as dead, pappa bear," Cletus cooed to the phone. The man was screaming at him, but Clete didn't pay him any mind. "I want my drugs ya son-bitch, not some smack talk. Better get 'em soon, too. Got my eyes on that cute lil girl'a yers. Whasser name. Lorie? Lauren?" he paused, then smiled, "Lacy, riight." There was more panic screaming. Cletus hung up and continued to shovel dirt on top of the dying boy.[break][break]
Monsters, unfortunately, come in all shapes and sizes. Some people are born into it, and some people are shaped by the harshness of reality. Cletus Montgomery grew up poor, but had a good life. Cletus never grew up with a clear path, except perhaps for the path of poverty and struggles. He knew this, and he hated it. So above all, he wanted money. He had never known the joys of a peaceful, stress-free life. His family ate poorly and struggled, and if anything, he knew he didn't want to be in that situation if he could help it. [break][break]
Naturally, this steered the sweet, homey ginger boy straight into drugs. He made good money, and he made it quick. Although he had started college, Clete quickly dropped out for a riskier, richer lifestyle. No risk, no reward, right? Cletus became the go-to man when someone needed something. He thrived in his position, he relished in the power and fear that he struck in the hearts of many. With the world in shambles, business was booming. People needed to escape their fears, and Cletus wasn't lacking in customers. [break][break]
So when he found out that he was going to have to leave his happy, rich lifestyle to go to the moon, he was devastated. He drank, he smoked, he snorted, and in his haze, was hit with a strange sort of clarity:[break][break]
This wasn't something to be upset about. It was a new opportunity.[break][break]
DISTINGUISHING MARKS A broken, crooked nose. Random tattoos on his arms. Seems to be covered in dirt, even after bathing. Looks tired, but seems wide awake. Always smiles. [break][break]
ITEMS[break]
2 small[break]
5 large[break]
[break][break]PERSONALITY Don't give anything without taking something. Cletus isn't a bad person, and he insists on this, but the world is harsh and evil. It is easier to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission, and Clete uses this, and anything else he can get his dirty hands on, to his advantage. It's probably in your best intention to not believe a word he says.[break][break]
HISTORY Sobs shook him as he sat there, hiding his head in his hands. "They'll be here," he cried out, and looked up to see a broken, teethy grin. "Don't think so, Lil Bud, keep singin'." He nodded, and wondered where he'd gone wrong to end up in a place like this. He had no family, no home, and spent his days doing drug runs for people who had more money than he did. He sang and sobbed, if only because it seemed like it was the only thing that was keeping him on the line. "Yoo-hoo, Lil Bud, gotchyer pappa on the line." He could hear screaming coming from the phone, angry and pleading. [break][break]
"Tell me where ya dropped off the stash, Lil Bud." There was a cock of a gun, he couldn't understand what the man on the phone was saying. [break][break]
"TELL ME!"[break]
"I DON'T KNOW!" [break]
"TELL ME RIGHT NOW OR YER DEAD."[break]
"I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW!!!"[break][break]
He sobbed, there was more screaming coming from the phone. [break][break]
BANG![break][break]
He looked up at the man in shock, then looked down at his chest. He was bleeding. He fell to the ground, staring up at the night sky. But then Cletus came into view, and the man gave him a big, twisted grin and shoveled a pile of dirt onto his face. [break][break]
"Dead as dead, pappa bear," Cletus cooed to the phone. The man was screaming at him, but Clete didn't pay him any mind. "I want my drugs ya son-bitch, not some smack talk. Better get 'em soon, too. Got my eyes on that cute lil girl'a yers. Whasser name. Lorie? Lauren?" he paused, then smiled, "Lacy, riight." There was more panic screaming. Cletus hung up and continued to shovel dirt on top of the dying boy.[break][break]
Monsters, unfortunately, come in all shapes and sizes. Some people are born into it, and some people are shaped by the harshness of reality. Cletus Montgomery grew up poor, but had a good life. Cletus never grew up with a clear path, except perhaps for the path of poverty and struggles. He knew this, and he hated it. So above all, he wanted money. He had never known the joys of a peaceful, stress-free life. His family ate poorly and struggled, and if anything, he knew he didn't want to be in that situation if he could help it. [break][break]
Naturally, this steered the sweet, homey ginger boy straight into drugs. He made good money, and he made it quick. Although he had started college, Clete quickly dropped out for a riskier, richer lifestyle. No risk, no reward, right? Cletus became the go-to man when someone needed something. He thrived in his position, he relished in the power and fear that he struck in the hearts of many. With the world in shambles, business was booming. People needed to escape their fears, and Cletus wasn't lacking in customers. [break][break]
So when he found out that he was going to have to leave his happy, rich lifestyle to go to the moon, he was devastated. He drank, he smoked, he snorted, and in his haze, was hit with a strange sort of clarity:[break][break]
This wasn't something to be upset about. It was a new opportunity.[break][break]
DISTINGUISHING MARKS A broken, crooked nose. Random tattoos on his arms. Seems to be covered in dirt, even after bathing. Looks tired, but seems wide awake. Always smiles. [break][break]
ITEMS[break]
2 small[break]
- Bowie Knife
- 3.7lbs cocaine
5 large[break]
- Mae: short for Maybe, his red pickup truck. She's older than dirt, has a pair of horns tied to the front, and is about as reliable as her namesake. Contents: 20 gal moonshine still x4 (each filled w/moonshine), mason jars x88, 5 gal pot, toolbox (multi tool, pocket knife, hammer, screwdrivers, axe, saw, pliers, tape measure, wrench, crowbar, sledge hammer, duct tape), pack of bubble gum
- Veggie Mix crate filled with 100# mix of seeds (marijuana, tomato, corn, sugarcane)
- Case O Gun Stoeger Coach Gun x1, Colt 45 Rifle x1, Colt Single Action Army x1, 900 bullets for each
- Coke Kit 1 palette CocaCola in glass bottles
- Crate o Miscellaneous 50# cocaine, 100# sugar, 100# corn
