Clyde doesn't stand out much from other Krokorok. One difference someone might spot is a scar, that looks like it was from a bite wound, upon his upper right arm. Occasionally he'll don himself in accessories appropriate to the climate he's currently in. Most recently he's been fond of wearing a red handkerchief around his neck. He prefers not to wear any sort of gear that would go over his eyes such as goggles since the protective membrane already shields his eyes from the elements and sometimes they can mess up his natural ability to see heat signatures.

Clyde comes off as forward and aloof at first impression. If he's speaking to you, it was probably because you had a job for him, otherwise he rarely bothers with socialization. He doesn't like to beat around the bush either. If you need to say something than just spit it out. Harbouring unspoken emotions leads to chaotic turmoil in the Krokorok's opinion and experience. But perhaps that's some advice that he should listen to himself.

Clyde has his own pent up frustrations that can come out in quick successions of verbal or physical lashings. Of course, he tries to stray away from forming connections with anybody, so should he have an outburst there won't be any long-term regrets. It gets to be rather lonely, an empty feeling that the Krokorok one day might have to patch up- or continue to let it swallow him whole.

Clyde's life might not have even begun had he not been picked up by a duo of rowdy explorers, Indie the Luxray and Ria the Leafeon. The two were on the trail of a nasty outlaw who had been racking up quite a bounty- and victims. Clearly this was a Pokemon without an ounce of empathy for the wake of misery left in his path. Feral Pokemon were, of course, shown no mercy as well, the electric-types stumbling upon the slain bodies of two wild Krookodile. They could've kept going, to track down the ruthless killer, but Ria spotted something first. An egg, nestled within a small crevice of a canyon wall. With it's parents gone, there was no doubt that the young life inside would not survive without a parent's guidance, if it even got to hatch.

After a short debate, Ria and, reluctantly, Indie, abandoned their mission for the time being, taking the egg and returning to town. From there they cared for it until it hatched into a newborn Sandile of whom they named Clyde. They took turns raising the young ground-and-dark type, teaching him what any other regular parent would. Years passed by, Clyde was able to evolve into a Krokorok, and on the current path he was being guided on, it appeared that he would be set to follow in his adopted parents' footsteps.

One day Ria didn't return home. Clyde and Indie had spent the afternoon sparring. Training so the Krokorok would have experience when the time came to set out upon his own missions. Frantic at the disappearance of her partner, Indie rushed to investigate, leaving Clyde at home by himself. It wasn't until two days later that the Luxray returned, covered in dirt and dust and clearly lacking sleep. She was alone. There was absolutely no trace of Ria, no body, no trail to follow, nothing.

Indie had always been a bit harsh on Clyde but it was always because she wanted him to improve and succeed. But now it just got worse and there was clearly malicious intent behind it. The Krokorok had to begin doing a few odd jobs around town to provide for himself but was otherwise allowed to stay beneath the Luxray's roof. Tension grew tighter between the two until it finally snapped another sparring session a few weeks later. Indie had clamped her fangs around the Krokorok's arm tightly, drawing blood. They were both used to a few bumps and bruises but in the odd times skin would break they would stop and make sure to clean and bandage the wound. Indie didn't stop. Clyde managed to shake her off and harsh words spilled out, the Luxray blaming him for Ria's vanishing, and possibly death. Clyde yelling back how it wasn't his fault. After a few more blows they separated for good.

The Krokorok took off on his own, feeling bitter and betrayed. If this is what bonds got you in the end, frustration and emotional turmoil, what was the point of bothering with them. Reborn with a steely resolve, Clyde took on an independent life, drifting around the country as he saw fit and taking on jobs most regular Pokemon wouldn't as a source of income to just keep himself moving forward.