Having learned his Spanish from criminals, Freebird's vocabulary is extremely rough and vulgar. Which suits him just fine- he's older and smarter than most of the people he meets. His English is awful, forcing him to speak like a typical parrot- picking up the right words, figuring out the context, and repeating them. This suits him just fine- humans getting their asses handed to them by an animal tend to be humiliated by the experience.

An experienced criminal just like his late friend, Freebird sees no problems with using theft, intimidation, extortion, and outright murder to get his way. Despite this, he has a sort of honor-

The rainforest of Oaxaca, 1957. A particularly good year for El Nino, and not so much for the people of Mexico. A scarlet macaw was wounded by a ferocious storm, slammed against the window of a house and barely hanging on to life. He was saved by a starving Mexican child who reared him back to health and released him. When he was well, he would fly back and forth between the jungle and his human friend's home, bringing trinkets and jewelry stolen from tourists so the boy and his father could afford food. One day, the boy's father suggested clipping the bird's wings, fearing their son might lose a lifelong friend to predators or poachers. When this came up, the parrot fled, the child shouting he was a free bird. But the Freebird would always return. Throughout the boy's life, Freebird stuck loyally by his side, watching as the boy grew into a leader of men and learning to speak fluently. When the boy turned 17, he took a job with a stranger. Freebird didn't understand what the job WAS per se, but it involved carrying white bricks and taking a pistol to deal with anyone who tried to stop him. This child was Lynyrd Skynyrd, who would work his way up from a mule to becoming the head of one of Mexico's most dangerous drug cartels.

The road was long and rough, and the boy and bird's hands were quite dirty by the end. But 30 years later, they were on top of the world. Lynyrd was accepting a bribe from some archaeologist in exchange for safe passage through the jungle, and Freebird sat on his perch by the window. The archaeologist was going on about finding an arrow of strange make in one of their digsites, producing a box containing a golden arrowhead as proof.

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In spite of the rather vile nature of his power, it is perhaps the very same power that allows Motley to maintain something resembling a degree of humanity - though he is at heart a vampire, with all that comes with it, he possesses an odd degree of empathy toward most of those he would normally consider prey, and so tends to target only the worse aspects of the human race when out for blood. Even so, he is cold in tone and dispassionate in deed, and markedly unrepentant not just for the killings he's performed both in self defense and cold blood, but for any and every aspect of his life, from his decision to become a vampire in the first place to his other choices both positive and not-so-positive; one of his major driving motivations is the ability to acquire more power, although he wonders how that might be achieved beyond simply training himself to improve his Ripple strength, as he feels he is spoiled for choice to the point of hesitation in terms of vampiric improvements at the moment.

Motley Crue was born to a poor family at the turn of the 20th century, and indeed, one might compare his upbringing to that of a certain young man-turned-undead monster from England, just a few decades before, but for three significant factors: Motley was raised in America rather than England; his father never encountered any rich gentlemen who might then owe him a debt; and said father was nothing like so abusive as that of Dio Brando. Indeed, though impoverished, Warner Crue and his wife Nikki made quite sure to instill the best traits possible in their son, Warner in particular making a point that to get to a higher station than his dear father, the boy had better put as much work as possible into it. Thus, whilst poor enough that his formal education was limited to a public school, Motley made sure to put his entire effort into education and socialization for as long as he could, before eventually passing into the workforce as an apprentice bookmaker under an enigmatic individual calling himself John Lee.

For a few years, that was as far as he managed to get. John did not seem to earn much money from his work, and though Motley was lucky enough to be paid in order to help sustain both himself and his parents, it certainly wasn't the sort of power that he'd decided his father had meant when explaining things to him - that is, he didn't have the ability to tell people what to do in any sense of the word. Indeed, he was close to accepting that maybe such a goal would require more generations than his own to achieve, only for his father to die of a heart attack, followed shortly by his mother's passing from the grief, alongside some sort of queer fever that no doctor of the day could identify the source of. He was but twenty two years old at the time, and as an only child, the only person left to him in the world was John Lee.

The man's reaction to learning Motley's parents had died was, inexplicably, to jab the young man in the solar plexus, seemingly winding him, yet oddly leaving him feeling empowered for a time too... and it was this that allowed John Lee to announce that, having lived a life of significant hardship, Motley Crue was one of those few who fulfilled the one-in-ten-thousand conditions to learn the Ripple to any significant degree. He would take up its practice under John's tutelage, and become a hunter of the undead creatures called vampires alongside and ultimately in the stead of the master, a truer calling than any bookmaking shop. Thus, for the next fifteen years, Motley trained under John Lee when not running the shop, becoming an ever-more-powerful user of the Ripple and in a sense achieving what his father had always wanted for him, as the two of them hunted down a variety of vampires and zombies throughout the years... right the way up to 1938.

In this year, having travelled to Switzerland on a tipoff from one of John's allies, their skill was put up against the strongest being they had ever faced, something akin to a massively-large vampire with impossible power and superhuman abilities surpassing even those of a normal vampire, and then backed up by two others if that one happened to fail. To cut a long story short, the beast's razor-sharp arm blades tore John Lee in half, and as he lay dying he gifted Motley with his final Ripple, empowering the man to levels he'd never considered possible before then... yet even that could not defeat the creature, impossibly fast and skilled as it was.

Thoroughly defeated, Motley was sure his death was nigh; yet the creature, apparently amused by the display of courage, instead offered him an alternative: become a vampire, and help it to achieve its goal of becoming the ultimate lifeform. Though at first disgusted with the choice, he wondered on how much of a waste it would be to allow John Lee's training to die with him, as opposed to whether turning into the very thing his mentor had despised would be an insult to his memory... and ultimately decided the former trumped the latter. He accepted the monstrosity's offer, and himself became a monster, perhaps weaker than his fellows for his prior Ripple power, but nonetheless with his humanity revoked seemingly permanently.

Less than a week later, some English Ripple user and his master came along and killed one of the beasts, having apparently already killed the third just a couple of days before, only to be set against the leading creature's army of vampires, Motley included, though he never got the opportunity to so much as lay a finger on the Englishman before some Nazis showed up and attempted to use focused UV lights to destroy the vampires. In the heat of the moment, he decided that even though the Ripple would almost certainly kill him if he used it, he might as well take the chance to see if it would shield him from the certain death that was the UV light. At first, the life energy burned him from within like fire...

Then, he was inexplicably rewarded for his desire to keep living. His Ripple energy suddenly turned black as night, and he was at once revitalized and knocked unconscious, thrown into the shadows beneath the mansion that represented the creature's base, and laying there unseen for nearly half a day before awakening to find it was over: the impossible creature, along with every other living and unliving being from the night before, was nowhere to be found, and Motley was alone, though oddly aware of his empathy returning to him. In a moment of confusion, he stumbled out into the light, only realising after the fact that a black energy now coursed through his body, shielding him from the deadly rays of the Sun, as well as forming into some humanoid entity of smog that he was sure would prove deadly to any living being who came near.

More importantly, he was well aware of how powerful he now felt, as though all of his Ripple power and John Lee's had returned to him at once... he could still achieve his father's dream after all, it seemed, and more effectively than ever before. He would, he decided, return to New York, and there continue work as a bookmaker, at the same time using his new power to hunt down and slay those who would prey on others, be they criminals or simply utter bastards, whilst also sating his new desire for blood in the process. Surely, nothing could go wrong with this plan.

Having been turned into a vampire and held in thrall to the Pillar Men for a time, Motley Crue has acquired a certain amount of interest in their race, and feels the need to try and sate this interest with information... including whether or not he can figure out a way to progress further up the evolutionary scale to match them, and in doing so become stronger yet than he already is.