Chuy Two-tongues

### **DOSSIER**

**Aliases:** Jesús Cristo Sálvame Santamaria (probable Mission-name), The Mojave Jackal

**Clan:** Gangrel

**Sect:** None

**Camarilla Status:** 0 (technically): Tolerated, *Elusive*

**Anarch Rep:** 1 (Not a snitch)

**Range:** Rural haven in the outskirts or on one of the Rancherias? speculation

### **Recorded Rumors:**

* Chuy can get you East across the Mojave, but you have to get in the trunk in Barstow.
	+ Down I-10 to Phoenix, or the 40 to Flagstaff.
	+ After that, you're someone else's problem.
		- He's got phone numbers he can sell you if you haven't got someone to pick you up (he's *not* waiting with you), but he ain't *vouch for* any of them. Chuy doesn't trust no fools, *especially* not anyone on *his* contacts list. Including you.
* Mixed-Native, probably. Hell if anyone can figure out what, though, and he just says *"an Indio"*.
	+ Not for positive, but I'm *pretty* sure he's from back during the California *Conquista*. speculation
* Baxter Jackson says: "Sometimes, yer gotta put the dogs on a fox *afore* it gets into the coop."
	+ Maybe so, but the Old Man's lost *at least* two hounds setting them on Chuy Two-tongues.
	+ Chuy's also scrapped with Howiina' Marquez, but they keep away from each other, now.
		- That's some *old family shit*, don't even worry about it.
* You can actually banish him with silver crosses, like a goddamn dracula.
	+ That'd work on a werewolf, too. Are you sure he's a lick?
		- No, but I'm not the one trying to find someone to smuggle me through the desert to Vegas.
			* I mean, it kind of changes the odds of him parking in the middle of nowhere and popping the trunk open at noon, you know?
				+ I've heard from two of the three people I gave his number to again. No, two of four.
					- What's the *usual* fatality rate for vampire traffickers?
		- I mean, he's *Tolerated*?
			* That goddamn witch is *Acknowledged*...
* [Dossier] Shape-shifts into: Mearns' coyote (*Canis latrans mearnsi*), Desert kit fox (*Vulpes macrotis arsipus*), or Mohave rattlesnake (*Crotalus scutulatus*).
	+ Got a mouth full of sharp jackal-teeth.
	+ Yellow irises, too, like a wolf.
	+ For a minute in the 90's, he had literal venom, killed just about everybody he fed on.
		- *Almost* got to be a problem; lucky he moves so much.
	+ Crazy-sharp hearing, too... can't sneak up on Two-tongues.
* The Wyrm-foe would dearly love a chance to interrogate this individual.
	+ What, *in particular?*
		- Somebody whacked a couple of hom. Free Men the other night up in the mountains.
			* and good riddance
	+ He ain't a Nuwisha, he's a *Cadaver*.
		- That's even worse.
			* If you two have something to say about the Nuwisha, you should summon the cajones to say it out loud around the campfire.
		- I saw him shift coyote too but him *smell like him dead*
			* Saw him through the veil, he is *definitely* a leech: wyrm-infected and *dead*.
			* I saw him "shift" into a rattlesnake one time when me and one of the Conservationists almost had him up a tree, and I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as a were*snake*.
				+ I didn't know there were were*coyotes* until just now yet here we are.
	+ If he really would, he only has to deign to ask Greasetrap.
		- Actually a couple of GW DTboys know a guy that got his number if he doesn't want to deal with Mr. James.
			* *"Deal with"* what, it's the cost of a combo meal man.
				+ Kid-size turkey shake just 95 cents.
					- Man get him a Large you cheapass. What do you even need money for.
			* "MR JAMES" lol