|Barony||San Antonio, TX|
|Political Impulse||Disloyal Opposition|
Real Name: Mateo Calderone
Apparent Age: Mid 20s
Concept: Tortured Artist
Physical description:Mateo appears as a young man in his mid 20s of Mexican decent. While very handsome, he lacks the confidence that it tends to bring, and instead seems slightly overwhelmed and jumpy, especially outside. Its only when he's involved in a busy conversation, surrounded by music or otherwise heavily stimulated that he regains the same ease and confidence he had while alive.
He generally wears graphic brightly colored clothing, and carries himself with mannerisms that read as effeminate when excited.(Magnetic x5)
Relevant Mechanics: Mateo is extremely conflict adverse, and violence usually causes him to freak out, or flee altogether. He also tends to nervously eye crosses, and will tend to flinch if someone makes a motion toward one and doesn't tolerate being outside for very long.
- Born: Jan 1st 1997 in Merida Mexico
- Died: October 23rd 2018 in the Chihuahuan Desert
- Arrived in San Antonio: Jan 5th, 2019
Current Activities: 181 Contemporary Art is a small business on the outskirts of San Antonio where Mateo spends most of his time painting. His artwork is very amateur, especially when held up to the truly inspired artists of Kindred Society, however there is a certain expression to his work that allows it speak, and sometimes is unusually arresting.
Merit Details: Mateo's art work and writing bear a natural talent in Expression. (Ability Aptitude)
Background: Mateo was brought to the United states by his mother when he was three years old from a poor Mayan community in Yucatan. When he was 22 years old he was arrested at a party where there was underage drinking, and several months later was deported back to Mexico when it was discovered he was not a US citizen. It took until October of 2018 to secure the funds to travel back to the US, however the Coyotes he paid were working for the Sabbat, delivering people no one would miss for mass embrace; to what ends remains a mystery. His particular mass embrace was interrupted by a gang of Anarchs out in the desert who got him out of the ditch, gave him new pants and looked over him until they dropped him off in San Antonio as he was ill suited for the violence on the Mexico/US border.
- My own horrific anxieties
- The Eye that exists beyond the beyond, ever watching and changing
- That which devours and thirsts
- The Dream Witch, who lives beneath the streets in impossibly deep chasms
Probably a lot
Cosmic Horror and The Divine Visions of Hieronymus Bosch