Harold Clamm

**Sect:** Camarilla

**Status:** 0 (technically): Acknowledged possibly obsolete, *Brutal*

**Dignitas:** 0 (We'd like to speak with him.)

**Aliases:** Anders Xander Santander

**Charges filed:** 0

* Did you know he can scowl so hard his face screws into a fist?
	+ 50% of his total body *Fortitude* is in his forehead.
	+ Squeezed his head so hard all his hair popped out...
	+ Has a voiceless, glare-based version of *Dominate*.
		- Who in the world does he think he's going to *Dominate*?
			* Is everyone you know *a lick*, homes?
* Supposed to be a Cockney; you'd never know it because he's not allowed to speak to strangers.
	+ Definite East ender, seen him in West Ham kit.
		- He's as may be, but you *never* *did*.
			* Right guv, Grisly won't let him wear anything so *common as footie costume*. He's permitted a personal scarf on week-ends, however, (when it's cold).
	+ Uses his English on the femmes.
		- What are you *French now?*
			* GHLP
		- Sometimes we take our vintage *where it's available*...
* Why the board assigned a rook to the federally policed courthouse building while the *invaluable* Shops at River Park suffers thefts and assaults due to inadequate security protections, I'll never know. There must have been a whole bunch of *secret "handshakes"* involved...
	+ Maybe the reason you're still a Foreman, Mr. Uranus, is because you think Riverpark is even in the same *league* as the Courthouse Domain...
* Quimm keeps him in slavery, paying off his own life while he's living it: she makes his schedule, she buys his wardrobe, she picks his friends, she's even got him wearing flowery girls perfume.
	+ Probably *moisturizing*, too. Those *villains* are giving him *the old G.Q. treatment!*
	+ Was he Embraced with really good cuticles, or does he *manicure* every night?
	+ Those *goddamn suits* make him look like a goon, though.
		- He *is* a goon!
		- He's not a *goon*, he keeps a night-blooming garden at his haven!
			* Oh my god, can you imagine him in a little hat, with a watering can and spade?
	+ It's a custom blend from A Perfect Mix, and I'm *happy* to say he wears it *all the time*...
		- A clever floral bouquet using *polianthes*.
		- Nobody said she had *poor taste...*
* Motherfucker took *nine slugs to the chest* holy shit.
	+ He tied with Fotty!
	+ Pulled up at a streetlight next to some west side Brujah, I heard.
		- You fucks don't own the streets, you can't stop and pull me out the car like you got a warrant. Those fuckin' suits deserve whatever got did to them.
		- Straight-up drive-by, he was just standing on the street talking to Mr. Pecker.
			* Oh yeah, just a sociable little chit-chat and biscuit in the Mayfair hoods eh?
				+ Man there wasn't no 'Narcos there at all, it was a straight-up hit: Pecker lured him out there and blasted him in the back by surprise.
					- That's a bad way to find out the clan is mad at you.
					- If the Ventrue are pitching *bullets* at each other, you could really call that more of a *warning*.
					- Nobbend's got a retroactive petition for a Right of Destruction against him.
					- The fuck *you* say "no Anarchs", I know some of the vatos those two assholes started clapping at in the intersection, bit off more than they could swallow motherfuckers.
						* What they think was gonna happen you throw into an SUV full of anarchs?
	+ Dude is he okay?
		- I mean, who the fuck was shooting at a Ventrue, dude? Are *they* okay?
			* Yeah like who thinks an AK to the chest is how you hit a suit, fuuuuuck.
			* Fool they fine, they fucked those white boys *up*.
			* You miss they set that one fucker *on fire* man?
		- Nah man he ain't okay, they put him up for execution over this shit.
			* Maybe not even blood can fix what we done to his ass.
			* *Yeah* they scared to start no shit with *all of us*. He pull this shit unauthorized.
				+ I heard the charge is *joining* the Anarchs.
					- Who the fuck think we'd take his fascist ass?
			* But was it a power-play or did they actually grant Destruction over this?
				+ You seent him lately?