Background
Straight out of Las Vistas and onto the streets - he's oh so mean, he's oh so clean, he's a cholito-badboy-gangsta-sensation supreme and if you've lived in Logan Square for a while, you've probably seen him and Las Águilas patrolling...and if you've been here since the end of the Vietnam War, then you might know a thing or two about their tale. But this story is about our boy Cleon, or at least what folks would know. Son of the infamous Raimundo Cortez who's serving life up in Metro, brother to the deceased legends Gustavo and Calvin Cortez, young blood has a big pair of shoes to fill and a lion's heart filled with ambition. Enough people know Cleon to know if you don't fuck with la familia, if you pay dues for protection, you're probably in good hands, but more than one bar has had fights broken up and instigators left beaten (and missing their wallets) when the owner calls the youngest Cortez.
RP Hooks
 The Pen Goes Snicker-Snack: Beneath the ink and bullet-scars, a voice calls out to spit sick lyrics; a clawed hand reaches for a paintbrush; a wolf-soul gazes skyward for lunatic inspiration.
It's a Jungle Out There: People have to protect their families and businesses; sometimes they don't have what it takes to pull a trigger or bring down a baseball bat...that's why you call Las Águilas.
Gibbous Moon Unleashed: His legend has just begun - will it end in gold and glory, or guts and gore?.
El Coyote Gordo: "Killer" can usually be found here amidst his fellow Eagles. The public is welcome of course; they party hard here and sling decent weed that won't grind your bank account like the dispensaries. Just mind your manners, and don't wear Santos colors.
There's more of us?!: The recent revelation that he is not, in fact, a singularly cursed / blessed monster but a member of a whole species of them, has left this recently Changed Ghost Wolf with many questions and a mind open for first impressions about Uratha society.
Contacts
 Temple Creed - You don't wanna fuck with this tio viejo...like he said, we got our teardrops, he's got his baseball bats. We're on each other's good sides for now.
 Fangbanger - We're...a species. It's not just me, and according to this guy there's a whole world of 'em out there, a whole mythic history and a whole lotta sins of the father bullshit.
 NAME - About them.
Logs
No logs found!
Gallery
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 Credit goes to Monroe for making this beautiful flag for Las Aguilas |
Vital Stats
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| Full Name:
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Cleon "Killer" Raphael Cortez
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| Appears As:
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Cleon
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| Apparent Age:
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Twenties
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| Date of Birth:
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May 1st, 2001
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| Blood:
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Destroyer
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| Bone:
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Community Organizer
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| Occupation:
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Gangster
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| Auspice:
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Cahalith
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| Tribe:
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Ghost Wolves
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| Lodge:
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None yet.
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| Pack:
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Las Águilas.
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Notable Stats
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| Striking Looks (Fly as Hell)
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🔴
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| Status (Gangster)
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🔴🔴
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Soundtrack
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Ab-Soul ~ Christopher Droner
- Out my window all I see is Babylon, grab your gun
- You ain't a knight tonight, you won't live to see the mornin' sun
- Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on, show no weakness
- Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin' where it's freezing
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