PERSONAL

Gender: Male

Kit: Divine

Location: the back water swamps of lousiana

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy

VITAL STATS

Strength: weak (rank 0)

Agility: weak (rank 0)

Mind: weak (rank 0)

Body: weak (rank 0)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )

RECORD

Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 0

Personal Losses: 2

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0

STATUS

Status: Active

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Cletus knew he was different from his 18 sibblings at an early age, he was the youngest and often found himself at the butt end of their jokes, one of the long standing jokes between his sibblings was that Cleatus bore an uncanny resemblance to the "Swamp Man". a reclusive native american trapper who lived somewhere deep in the bayou. Cletus had always felt a deep connection to his natural surroundings. Big Mamma Budreaux knew her baby boy was special but she had no idea how special he was, until one night after weeping that she would have to send her children to bed with no supper she witnessed Cletus drag the large cauldron she used as a gumbo pot to the edge of the swamp...then it happened all sorts of swamp creatures of the tasty variety crawled, hopped, and flopped to the shore. She watched as 8 year old Cletus gently picked up the critters and placed them into the pot apologizing to each one and explaining to every crawfish, frog, catfish, and prawn that he didn't mean any harm, but his family was starving...BigMama was amazed and from that day on the stories would pour in about Cletus jumping in the river and riding gators or catfish jumping into the boat as soon as Cletus's line hit the water. By age 10 he was a local legend and the most sought after fishing buddy where ever the Mississippi flowed. It wasn't until he was 16 that any of this made sense to Cletus, he had given up hunting and trapping as it presented no challenge at all, he could effortlessly catch the creatures of swamp legend and he saw no point in shooting anything for sport as he could shoot the wings off a fly buzzing over a pile of deer scat a hundred yards away. On the eve of his 16th birthdayhe was a restless soul, he felt he could hear the swamp calling out to him like his heart beat with the croaking of the bullfrogs and the murky water itself was flowing through his veins. Restless his feet led him deeper into unknown parts of the bayou on a night blacker than the rings around a coons eyes he had no problems finding his way through that swamp...he could hear a voice on the wind the spirit of the swamp its self telling him that he was its champion gifted with the power to stop any who would violate the code of the swamp.

Cletus is a mild mannered swamp dweller who rarely gets riled over anything with the exception of people taking more than they need from the land, people touching his custom made patten pending swamp buggy "the Super Swamper" dual v8 engine all terrain 8 wheel drive amphibious machine of badassery, and when Jud at the general store dosent remember to special order his scoal all flavor blended snuff and he has to mix it himself

Super Swamper

     Vehicle: superior (rank 2)

The super swamper is an amphibious vhicle that boast dual supercharged v8 engines 8 wheeldrive and in Cletuses own words finer than a frogs hair,slicker than a catfish caught in an oil spill, a million times tougher than gator hide and faster than the blink of a water mocasans eye...according to him the actually do have eyelids...when behind the wheel of this beast he is virtually unstoppable

sense of the swamp

     Beast Master: standard (rank 1)

Able to form a telepathic link to all animals within a 200 yard radius...he does not so much command the animals as he more than likely bargins with them or threatens them into doing his bidding

one shot charlie

     Marksman: superior (rank 2)

With a rifle or shot gun in hand Cletus is a surgeon using bird, squirrel or any form of shot shell he can control within an inch where each bead will land

steady hand sam

     Weapon Master: standard (rank 1)

All americam manufactured firearms seem to be designed with Cletus in mind he favors none in his own words but colt seems to like him the most...guns need love too and they will never receive more love than in the hands of cletus so they respond in turn never jamming or misfiring in his loving hands

tenetave tracker

     Detective: superior (rank 2)

Cletus is always in constant observation of his surroundings...he is a master scout and tracker he employs all the skills he has learned hunting and trapping to close in on human quarry. By piecung signs together using what was left or not left behind

the gator tail

     Crushing Weapon: standard (rank 1)

The gator tail is an unbreakable club carved from a mystic cypress limb that amplifies its chosen wielders stregnth greatly...cletus once used it as a bat in a baseball game and hit a home run that landed in elpaso and rolled over the mexican border