Clyde Darby

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Clyde Darby

Full Name: Clyde Nathaniel Darby
Preferred Name or Nickname: He has a few aliases. Mostly he just pretends to be his own grandson.
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 103, appears 25
Date of Birth: August 7, 1909
Main Character Classification: Rare
Character Type: Vampire
Power(s): Immortality; heightened senses; superior strength and speed; accelerated healing; retractable fangs.
Sexuality: Straight
Side: Evil/Neutral (depending on what character type you are)
Hometown: Great Falls, Montana
Current Residence: He travels




Eye Color: Blue-Green
Hair Color: Dirty blond
Height: 5’ 10”
Body Type: Athletic, thin
Distinguishing Marks: None
Tattoos and Piercings: None
Vehicle (if you wish): Unnecessary

Personal Style (write a short paragraph): When left to his own devices, Clyde’s a bit scruffy. He mostly wears jeans and t-shirts. There are times when he needs to blend into a crowd and he’ll dress appropriately. Overall, he doesn’t like to attract attention to himself so he does his best to look unremarkable. Plain clothes, neutral colors, no accessories. He keeps it simple. He prefers cooler climates to warm weather, so there are more sweatshirts, cardigans, and jackets in his wardrobe than shorts and t-shirts. Weather doesn’t affect him quite as much as it used to, but extreme cold and extreme heat still irritate him.






Likes (3 at least):

• Blood seems a bit obvious, but it’d be an elephant in the room if I didn’t list it, wouldn’t it?
  
• Old western movies
  
• Vinyl records
  
• Women with class

Dislikes (3 at least):

• Hunters
  
• iPhones and MP3 players. He can’t figure them out.
  
• Driving. He doesn’t do it much and when he does… well, it’s obvious he doesn’t do it much.
  
• Most songs on the radio these days

Strengths (3 at least):

• Superior strength and agility
  
• Heightened senses
  
• Very good at seeming harmless and blending in
  
• Has gained a lot of control over his bloodlust

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Sunlight is quite irritating
  
• Dead man’s blood is debilitating
  
• Decapitation is deadly
  
• Certain pungent odors block his sent

Fears: Death. He wonders what death would mean for him and where he would go afterwards, if an “afterwards” exists. He fears leading an eternal life where he will constantly be hunted and having to run from place to place.
Biggest Secret(s): He’s a published writer, having published poems and stories under several different pen names. He also has several very human hobbies he enjoys, such as gardening and horseback riding.

Personality (write a decent paragraph): Clyde is, for all intents and purposes, human. He has a soul, he has feelings, and he has a conscience. As a man he was hard-working and he cared a great deal about family and loyalty. That didn’t change after he became a vampire. He values hard work and loyalty, and once he feels you’re a loyal friend he’ll do anything he can to make your life easier.

Clyde isn’t very social. Despite the fact that he still feels human, he knows what he is. He’ll go out in public, of course, but he doesn’t like to draw a lot of attention to himself and he doesn’t go out of his way to get involved with people, especially in large groups. If you’re looking to be his friend, the best way to do it is to catch him alone somewhere quiet, and not to push your luck if he doesn’t feel talkative.

Recently, Clyde has developed a hatred of hunters. He always knew they were out there, but he figured as long as he left them alone they’d return the favor. After a hunter killed all the members of his nest (and nearly killed him), Clyde began roaming the country searching for hunters. One in particular, but he’ll kill any he happens to cross paths with. If you’re a hunter, steer clear of Clyde, unless you’re looking for a new stalker.

Despite his grief and rage over losing the closest thing he’s had to a family in years, Clyde is not unreasonable. Nor is he heartless. He has respect for human life and he doesn’t take it lightly. However, he does not take kindly to being threatened or attacked. He’s not going to kill you for being human and defenseless. However, he might kill you for picking a fight with him in a bar, or tossing idle threats at him. If you happen to make a bad first impression on Clyde and you don’t want to be eaten, your best bet is to apologize quickly and sincerely. Maybe find him a nice cow to eat in your stead.

Romance is not a priority for Clyde by any means. He hadn’t had much time for it as a normal guy, and he doesn’t have much time for it now. That doesn’t mean he’d turn down the chance at a relationship if it came along, but the way he sees it anyone who wound up with him would be in for a hard life. He’s certainly not looking to bestow that curse on anybody.





Family and Friends: None anymore. He gets along okay with humans, but doesn’t tend to trust them easily. He hasn’t come across many other vampires, but knowing the difficulties that come along with vampirism, he tends to reach out to those he finds. As far as demons, angels, and other monsters go, he’s pretty neutral.

Enemies and Rivals: Hunters. That’s his only major beef at the moment.

History:

Clyde was born on a farm just outside of Great Falls, Montana in the summer of 1909. His parents were hard-working people who made their living off their land. From a young age, Clyde knew the value of a hard day’s work. Growing up, he was given daily chores. They started out simple: make your bed, pick up your toys, shine your father’s church shoes. As he got older, he acquired more responsibility and his chores were upgraded to things like tending the animals and the crops, chopping wood for the fireplace, and fixing things around the house. His schooling was inconsistent throughout his childhood, so he wasn’t the most book smart. But, he had common sense and there wasn’t much he couldn’t figure out on his own if he had a mind to do it. His mother also had a great love of books and she read him stories every night before bed as a child. This instilled a love of books and story-telling in Clyde that would follow him throughout his life.

By the time Clyde was a young man, he’d become a fairly well rounded individual. He had a green thumb and he knew everything there was to know about his family’s farm. He was a good salesman, selling vegetables, eggs, and such to people from town. The business grew bit by bit and Clyde and his father began building things like birdhouses and pieces of furniture to sell. They certainly didn’t lead a lavish lifestyle, but they did alright for themselves for a time. They had a roof over their heads, heat in the winter, food on the table, and money for the occasional luxury item. Once he’d saved up enough money to get his own place, Clyde rented himself a small apartment in town. He got a job as a salesman at a general store and worked his way through life, spending his free time drinking and playing cards with his co-workers.

Clyde was twenty years old when the stock market crashed in 1929 and the economy went to hell. Luckily he was able to keep his job, but over the next few years his parents’ farm suffered and they fell on hard times. For a while he tried to juggle his job and his apartment between helping out on the farm, but burning the candle at both ends began to wear on him. He ended up moving back to the farm and trying to hold down his job, but the commute was problematic (as he didn’t own a car and couldn’t afford to buy one). Eventually, he ended up working the farm and falling into a life of poverty. He and his parents had trouble making ends meet, and a severe drought dried up their crops. Clyde became desperate for work, taking any odd job he could. When his mother became ill, Clyde and his father became more desperate for money. Clyde began gambling and became quite good at cheating at cards. He became a bit of a con artist, stealing or conning people out of money whenever he could. In the end, it didn’t matter. His mother passed away and his father shot himself a few weeks later, leaving Clyde alone with nowhere to go and nothing to do.

Like many other young men looking for work in the 30s, Clyde began travelling: walking, hitching rides, and riding the rails, going wherever there was work. Half the time he arrived at a destination where there was no more there for him than he’d left back home. Sometimes he’d get lucky enough to get some temporary labor work, but he had no real direction and he couldn’t manage to find anything steady. He continued conning when he could get away with it (though it got him into trouble when he got caught). Mostly, he lived day by day without the luxury of planning for the future. And then one night his future was taken into someone else’s hands: a vampire who thought he was doing Clyde a favor while adding a clever, well-rounded member to his nest. Adjusting to life as a vampire was difficult at first. Having to drink blood to survive was the most difficult part. Clyde had never had a desire to harm anyone. The nest that took him in was of the philosophy that it was their place in the world to kill humans, a form of population control. Clyde tried for over twenty years to adapt to this way of thinking. He killed people and fed, trying not to feel remorse for his actions. He never really got the hang of it.

During the 50s, Clyde broke off from his nest and spent some time alone. He travelled from place to place, much like he’d done when he was still a normal person. He continued to feed on humans for a time, but over the years he began to kill only people who wouldn’t be missed or people who got in his way for one reason or another. When he couldn’t find a victim who met his criteria, Clyde fed on animals. The bigger the better. He found, although the blood was less appetizing, he could survive just fine on animal blood. It took a lot of self-control and he had a lot of slip-ups when his bloodlust overwhelmed him and he killed a random person who happened to cross his path. Eventually, he got a good handle on his new lifestyle. He met others of his kind along the way who shared his mentality: that they had no need to be monsters lurking in the night murdering innocent people. Adopting and creating new vampires over time, they eventually formed their own nest. Generally, they were peaceful, though occasionally there would be a slip-up and one of them would kill a human, but these episodes weren’t encouraged. For a while, they kept to themselves, doing their best to blend into society when necessary. After one of their newer fledglings killed a person, a hunter discovered the nest and killed every vampire… except for Clyde. Although Clyde was left not-quite decapitated and he nearly bled to death. It took some time for him to recover and he had to feed on several people in order to heal and gain his strength back. Since then, Clyde has been on a mission to find the hunter who killed his nest and tried to kill him. Of course, he doesn’t know who that is, so his plan is to kill every hunter he meets until he gets the one he’s looking for.

Other Details You'd Like to Add: I’m not sure what Clyde’s fate has in store. He could turn out to be a permanent character, or I could get bored with him and kill him off. We’ll see. Clyde’s biggest goal right now is to find the hunter that killed his nest, and kill any other hunters he meets along the way (or attempt to) before they get a chance to kill him. As far as Heaven and Hell go, he doesn’t really care. He has no interest in getting involved in that mess. He’s got his own crap to worry about. If you play some kind of beastie and you’re having trouble finding people to thread it with, Clyde could help you out. If you’re a hunter looking for a good fight, hit him up.

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It was a long journey from New York City to Phoenix. One daytime subway ride, two late night bus rides, three long drives in stolen vehicles, several hours on foot. But, long stretches of time were relative. To a vampire, it was merely the blink of an eye. To Clyde, the travel was customary and the conditions more merciful than they had been when he was a man on the road. To Clyde, the journey wasn’t important. The destination was key.

It was hot in Phoenix. A dry heat that brought back old memories of dust and sweat over a long day’s labor. Clyde sat in an SUV in a motel parking lot. Its owner, now deceased, was safely stowed away in the trunk, out of view. Clyde could still smell the man’s blood in the air, though it had been hours since he’d killed him. A sharp, metallic sting in the back of his throat. But, more prominent, was the putrid sent of death drifting up from the trunk. Dead blood. A smell like old garbage and rotting, spoiled meat. A stench that always made Clyde’s stomach turn.

He shed the white t-shirt that clung to his torso, tossing the thin garment onto the passenger seat. A white undershirt remained in its place. The gesture didn’t make much of a difference. The air was still stifling. It wasn’t the heat that bothered Clyde so much as the feeling of suffocation it brought along with it. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing a few strands off his forehead. Surely he’d been waiting a long time, though he hadn’t been keeping close track of the passing hours. It didn’t matter how long he had to wait. He wasn’t leaving until he did what he’d come to do.

Clyde sat with one hand resting idly on the car’s steering wheel and his head lolling back on the driver’s seat’s head rest. His mind drifted to the bar he’d sat in back in Brooklyn. He’d kept to himself in a corner booth, a newspaper open in front of him and a glass of bourbon beside him. He took a sip once in a while as his eyes combed the pages in front of him. His ears caught bits and pieces of conversation throughout the room.

“…never picked him up. The bastard’s bitching about wanting to spend more time with the kid and he forgets to pick him up. What the hell kind of a father…”

“…slaughtered. The team’s defense is shit this year. What a joke…”

“…and I was like, ‘Are you kidding me with that pick-up line?’ I mean, what is this, 1985?”

“…bloodbath. My buddy said the place looked like one of those Texas Chainsaw movies.”

Clyde’s gaze ticked up to a man seated at the bar wearing a baseball cap. The bartender was leaning in with interest. A pretty blond whose shirt was too small. Nobody seemed to complain.

“Said it had to be somebody on that… what do they call it… angel dust, or them new bath salts that are making people crazy. Heads were cut clean off. Blood all over the place. Brutal.”

“Ew! That’s disgusting!”

“Haven’t even gotten to the weird part yet.”

The guy glanced around and leaned in close to the bartender, as if he didn’t want to be overheard. Clyde smirked in mild amusement. Oh, if the man only knew.

“They never found the heads.”

That had been all the information he’d needed to know he had something to look into. Two vampires in the Brooklyn area had been killed. He wasn’t sure why – whether they deserved it or not – but that was irrelevant. Clyde had set off to track the hunter who had done the dirty work. He’d followed the man all the way to Pheonix, Arizona. And just an hour or so from sun-up, the man staggered across the parking lot. Clyde straightened, watching the man stumble to his room and fumble with the door key.

“Showtime,” Clyde muttered.

He got out of the car and slammed the door. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was lurking, Clyde shot across the parking lot faster than any normal man could manage. The hunter was caught by surprise – a rare occurrence from what Clyde had learned about the man. Clyde had him pinned against the door before he’d even gasped in surprise.

“Gah! What the hell? Get off me!”

The man was younger than Clyde expected. That was a shame. Young lives weren’t meant to be taken by monsters in the night. Taking the room key from the man’s hand, Clyde swiftly unlocked the door and shoved the hunter inside, closing the door behind them both. The man spun around, staggering backward and reaching for something at his belt. A knife. A gun. It didn’t matter, really. Most weapons didn’t do much to Clyde.

“Hello,” Clyde said simply.

It was as good a place to start as any. The man brandished his weapon – a knife with a long, sharp blade. He murmured a few slurred lines of Latin. One corner of Clyde’s mouth tugged up in an amused smirk and he shook his head.

“Exorcism won’t work on me. Try again.”

Clyde took a slow step forward and the man staggered back, his knees catching the edge of a double bed. He managed to fall into a sitting position on the mattress rather than tumbling to the floor. Clyde continued his slow approach until the hunter struck out, lunging toward him with the knife outstretched. The blade dragged across Clyde’s cheek as he dodged the brunt of the blow. Clyde tossed the man away and his body crumpled against the far wall.

“Silver won’t do it either.”

As the man climbed to his feet, Clyde gestured for him to come forward.

“Come on. One more guess. Third try’s the charm.”

The man stared at him with glazed, heavy-lidded eyes. Clyde could smell the booze rolling off of him. It was really a shame he’d hindered himself so much. He really wouldn’t stand a chance in this state. Clyde waited for the man to strike again, but he seemed genuinely stumped. Or, maybe he was out of weapons. He glanced around the room and Clyde took several purposeful steps forward. He was greeted by a wooden chair as the hunter hurled it at him. Clyde caught it easily with lightning-fast reflexes. He smiled as he set the chair down beside him.

“Hmm. Close, but no cigar. Wood only works in the movies.”

He closed the distance between them with inhuman speed and pinned the hunter to the wall, pressing his forearm into the man’s throat. He felt the silver blade pierce his ribs and grimaced. His fangs extended and the hunter’s eyes widened in sudden, terrifying realization.

“Vam-vam…pire,” he choked.

Clyde gave one short nod.

“Good guess.”

The man cried out as Clyde squeezed the hunter’s knife-wielding hand. He felt the bones crack beneath his grip.

“But too late,” Clyde barked.

He plunged his sharp, pointed teeth into the man’s neck and drank. The hunter choked and struggled, but Clyde worked fast. He listened for the too-slow heartbeat and pulled back, his face covered in blood as the man’s limp body slid down the wall to the floor. Clyde pulled the knife from his side with a pained grunt. His own blood glittered on the blade. The idea of delivering the final deadly blow to the hunter with his own knife was tempting, but risky. Mixing his blood with a human’s was never a good idea. Instead, he bent and broke the man’s neck, swiftly and cleanly, before walking out into the night.

I, Clyde Darby, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




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