[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8JjWWudFlI/UD_feUXqkHI/AAAAAAAAFd8/0H297WO-LCc/s1600/Harry+Dean+Stanton+Paris+Texas.PNG[/img]

[b]Name:[/b] Clayton Burrows

[b]Age:[/b] 54

[b]Skill:[/b] Hunting, camping, strong stomach

[b]Weapons:[/b] Winchester Model 70 with scope, hunting knife and a priest (the tool, not the Christian….)

[img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/34/Pre-1964_Winchester_Model_70_2.jpg[/img]

[img]http://www.knife-depot.com/bundles/ircglobal/images/product/11/521022.jpg[/img]

[img]http://www.gofishing.co.uk/upload/6812/images/Priest.gif[/img]

[b]Personality:[/b] Clayton is a bit of a hard-ass but is not completely closed off. Stubbornness is the motivation for his survival not determination for life or love. He’s lonely but it doesn’t haunt his feelings. He feels old enough to have lived his life but not old enough to lie down and die. With the world in ruins, his motivation for doing most things ranging from food or water to exploration is motivated by either survival or spontaneity. Part of him feels glad the world has gone to hell. It’s given him a feeling of absolute freedom. Clayton has never cared for leadership. He was never a father by nature. He prefers doing things his way, explains the preference to being on his own compared to a group. 

[b]Brief Bio:[/b] Clayton was born and raised in the small town of Red Rock, Oklahoma. His mother was a cleaner and his father was a butcher. They earned a mediocre combined salary but it was enough to raise one child. It was one of the reasons why they never tried to have another; one was simply enough. Throughout his childhood, his father regularly took him on hunting trips and Clayton hated them. They were tiring, boring and freezing sometimes. His father’s motto was “If you’re gonna violate it’s innards with a knife, then you should have the decency to kill it yourself.” Everything from guns to skinning, his father showed him everything and every time he would complain like your average teenager. Clayton never hunted again till he really needed it and that wasn’t until 35-40 years later.

His father died when he was 21 from a heart attack. In his will, he left him his old hunting gear. Clayton appreciated it but never fully. He kept it for many years to dust in storage. He left to go to Texas to find opportunities but had trouble finding any. He didn’t do well in school and had little to no experience. He was able to get a job as an electrician’s apprentice in a small hospital in Dallas. It was a hard job but Clayton would take on anything to get paid. During his time at the hospital he met a nurse called Elise who would eventually become his wife and lover. 

Clayton and Elise married when Clayton was 24 and they continued to live a happy and merry life; even without kids. The happiness was shattered 20 years later when Elise was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Even with Clayton’s job as senior electrician at the hospital, it wasn’t enough to pay for any expensive treatments. Elise died two years later after a hard battle. After that, Clayton started to feel depressed and lonely. He had become prescribed with antidepressants but nothing could budge it completely. 

When the apocalypse started to hit, he witnessed the chaos and anarchy that ensured afterwards. To most people it was frightening and horrifying but to Clayton, it was relieving. He felt spiritually free almost. The sense of absolute freedom was something he seemed to embrace and not deny or run away from. He packed any gear he could find, including his father’s old hunting gear, and just set out onto the god forsaken world. 

[b]Other:[/b] Clayton is not an expert hunter and is very rusty; he doesn’t have any official hunting clothes, so he wears your average jacket, shirt and trousers. In the picture, he does not wear that hat.