Clement Hazen was a Wraith who lived in the 19th century United States.
Biography[]
A Renegade by default, Hazen is rapidly watching the Underworld of Baton Rouge crumble around him. A soldier who'd served under Ol' Hickory himself in the War of 1812, Hazen was killed at the Battle of New Orleans - days after the treaty ending the war was signed. Confused and terrified, he fled the battlefield and somehow stumbled safely through the swamps for months. Eventually, he ended up in Baton Rouge, which was a rough-and-tumble town for wraiths even by the standards of the time. The Hierarchy hadn't yet reached the town, there was no central authority, and Heretics, Renegades, and Les Invisibles were going at it in a three-way tug-of-war for power.
Enter Clement Hazen, an Enfant with no clue as to what he'd stumbled into. However, Hazen had tow advantages to work with: An utter disregard for what he was "supposed" to be doing, and the Artifact of his rifle. He kicked a few tails, forged a few compromises, learned a few things from some of the Creole wraiths that he other whites didn't know, and emerged as the consensus compromise candidate to hold the town together while everyone else sorted out their business.
That was decades ago, though, and the Hierarchy is stomping closer every day. Hazen's still serving as mayor-cum-head buttkicker, but he's having to deal with a flood of refugees from Heretic and Renegade haunts further east, an increased feistiness on the part of the Creole wraiths, and his own aggressively uppity Shadow.
Profile[]
- Image: Hazen is over six feet tall and whip-thin, with a long hatchet face and a sad, sad expression. He's still in uniform, and his hair blows wild in the wind that no one else seems to be able to feel. Hazen's most distinguishing feature, though, is the bullet that killed him. At times of stress or great contemplation, Hazen will absentmindedly reach in and take out the bullet to play with, completely unware of the effect this has on bystanders.
- Roleplaying Hints: You're in charge, primarily because there's no one else who could handle it. The wraith population of this town is transient as all hell, so you're friendly to everyone and close to no one. You're doing your best to handle all of the problems of Baton Rouge on your own, but it's too much and you're drowning in it, because you're too proud to ask for help.
- Destiny: Hazen's pride will be his undoing. Hierarchy agent Dameyune Wilson converts or destroys his allies, tricks Tilton into becoming a Spectre, and then uses that as an excuse to bring in the Legions. Hazen tries to stop him, predictably fails, and is forged as a Renegade in 1882.
- Nature: Mediator
- Demeanor: Leader
- Physical: Strength 3, Dexterity 3, Stamina 5
- Social: Charisma 4, Manipulation 1, Appearance 2
- Mental: Perception 4, Intelligence 2, Wits 3
- Talents: Alertness 3, Awareness 3, Brawl 3, Dodge 3, Empathy 1, Intimidation 4,
- Skills: Firearms 4, Leadership 3, Melee 2, Stealth 2,
- Knowledges: Investigation 2, Law 2, Occult 1, Politics 1
- Backgrounds: Allies (Tilton) 1, Artifact 3, Haunt 2, Memoriam 1, Status 3
- Passions: Keep Order (Duty) 3, Protect Baton Rouge (Pride) 4
- Arcanoi: Argos, Castigate, Flux 2, Outrage 4, Pandemonium 2
- Fetters: Gravestone 1, New Orleans Battlefield 2
- Willpower: 8
- Permanent Corpus: 8
- Shadow: The Monster
- Angst: 5
- Thorns: Bad Luck, Wrack
- Dark Passions: Gun down rivals (Hate) 5, Show Tilton his place (Fear) 4
References[]
- WTWW: Ghost Towns, p. 27