Kleetus Kuddrucker

## Pre-Apocalypse

*The following is an excerpt from Kleetus' PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"Kleetus Kuddrucker was born and raised in Louisville Kentucky, his mother and father were very loosely together when she found out she was pregnant. After a particularly “Heated “ Discussion the two sixteen year olds came to a solution. She would have a sister.
Kleetus would be raised by his grandparents as his actual parents, while his mother finished school and left for college at University of Maine in Augusta, majoring in education. His father was not in his life to his knowledge, Kleetus would never know that he would be shot on September 7th 1975 and would spend the rest of his life in and out of prison.
Kleetus was during his younger years a good kid to his grandparents who raised him, and they were good to him. His grandfather was a retired welder who would have him work in the garage on the weekends, his grandmother was a housewife through and through. They were already elderly when he was born and as they got older and more infirm Kleetus would watch his grandpa get taken advantage of by someone pretending to be his mother and scamming the house from them.
1977, Fall is when they lost the house.
By January 27th they had both died in the back seat of a small sedan huddled up for warmth. Kleetus was ten, and would awake to the embrace of the two people he had loved the most, dead cold arms wrapped around him.
James B. Stephenson was the judge who had sentenced him to juvie where Kleetus' life as he would now know it truly began. He would hit a growth spurt leaving him at around 6’0 and the older kids were eager to take advantage of him, and at first they would. Every attempt would ultimately lead to Kleetus knocking their heads together and doing whatever task they had him doing, but better.

By the time Kleetus was 16 he was standing at his full 6 '8 height and sporting a shoulder length long brown hair, not yet scarred by his time in prison. What he didn't know was that during his time in Juvie, his mother had died in an airplane crash in 1979. With it there was no one left in his family, not that it really ever hit him he was alone. His life had just begun.

There Kleetus’ life of small-time crime began, mostly pickpocketing and muggings. He learned how to control people with physical intimidation during juvie; on the outside he learned manipulation. He would coerce other criminals into a small gang where he gathered the attention of the remnants of the Cornbread Mafia in 1990 and became one of their main pushers.

In 1992 his mini empire would collapse around him, roughly 12 gang members, one ratted him out and his apartment was raided by the police. Fortunately for the police Kleetus’ is extremely well organized and kept notes on all of his practices which was the most damning evidence they had.

The next year he spent in a cell, a not unusual place for him but he would be given a chance. For vengeance, the member who ratted on him was also in prison, not for long. A jumping in the prison yard leading to an intense fight, with one man dead and several stab wounds in his chest.

Kleetus would be rushed to the Louisville hospital for an emergency surgery, and was in the process of being transferred to the Louisville PD when everything finally started going to shit."

## Season 0

Kleetus failed to escape the city of Louisville before December 1st, 1994 and was incinerated in the December Bombings. They will be sorely missed.

## Personality

*The following is an excerpt from Kleetus' PNDRA Refugee Application,*

"Kleetus is a complicated man, to say the least. When he was younger he loved intensely, only for it to be ripped away. As he grew up other attempted to use him, and he would flip the tables on them. Kleetus would find that above all else he loved power, and would use any means to get it.

He was not a cruel man, and he wouldn't go out of his way to make someone's life hard. It was simple you do for what he wanted, and if you didn't surely it was because you didn't want to.  Never that you couldn’t."