My altogether normal and unprepared aspiring boxer!

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[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Uz5o4EjCNLg][color=982D14]| Boxing | [i]Disappointing himself[/i] | Oranges | [i]Fire[/i] |[/color][/url][/center][hr]
[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LRhRNgqPlyk][color=982D14]Physical Description:[/color][/url]
Standing at 6 ft 5 in and 221 lbs wet, Clay is a natural heavyweight. He cuts an imposing figure, intimidating in a way that cannot be easily described. Thick eyebrows and piercing brown eyes are poised to intimidate but he keeps an easy look on his face, easy smiles all around. His skin a dark chocolate, calloused in many places but clean of wrinkles. Small, immaculate silver studs adorn his ear with a dull golden stud in the helix of his right ear. A clenched jawline with stubble leads to broad shoulders and an athletic figure. His hands are meaty and large, feeling [url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dpzKPNP9U3Y][color=white]like rocks coming to break your neck .[/color][/url] His stride is light with a bounce in the step, the bearing of confidence and easy going attitude. Clay, from the get-go, was never set to be a normal person. He always contained boundless energy when he was younger, always growing larger than the other kids. He only got bigger and bigger, long arms with unfair musculature. He was a born boxer and was naturally inclined towards athleticism.

[color=982D14]Age:[/color] 
	19

[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6nXdbB_tvNk][color=982D14]Relationship with Hildon:[/color][/url]
Hildon is the town he grew up in as a boy, before his parents decided to move to New York City for better opportunities outside a small town. He doesn't remember much from his childhood here but does like coming here after training camps as a place to wind down. Something about a place far away from NYC, one he was born and raised in, calms him. Locals often don't know he came from here unless they knew his parents or grandparents. He enjoys the peace the place provides but finds it too quiet if he stays too long.

[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=e4oB6wYMcrI][color=982D14]Occupation:[/color][/url]
An aspiring pro, now Amateur Boxer but currently does security on the side to make ends meet.

[color=982D14]Useful Supplies:[/color] 
[list][*]2000 Toyota 4Runner with offroad tires: With his grandparents too old to drive around, they've gifted it to Clay for his to use when visiting as they never really left the cabin nowadays. He's used it a few times now, back and forth between Hildon and New York City having gotten his license at the age of 17. It is left unused in a garage otherwise, as who in their right mind would drive a car in NYC?
[*]Solar head lamp: Running before dawn often times leaves athletes in an unwelcoming dark. The solution? Why a head lamp of course! Flashlights don't make sense when you're super-setting between jogging and sprinting uphill on a long dark road.
[*]Several hoodies and puffy jackets: Morning runs are unforgivably chilly so Clay has some winter-esque gear packed. But this was July, surely there'd be no reason to have some serious winter clothing, right?  [/list]

[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6df0rha_Opw][color=982D14]Backstory:[/color][/url]
Contrary to popular belief, the modern boxer does not have to be born and raised in tough dog-eat-dog environments like the movies tell you. But Clay did not have the [i]easiest[/i] childhood.

Clay was born to the son of a Nigerian businessman and his African American wife, conceived in New York City. His paternal grandfather disapproved of the relationship between his father Ahmad and his mother Arya and as the elder of the house, told the pair to either get rid of Clay or get out of his house. Still madly in love, they fled to Arya's hometown of Hildon to begin anew, Ahmad taking his wife's last name and adopting the nickname John to fit in. Ahmad was forced to work odd jobs around the farms around town while Arya was the breadwinner as a nurse, returning from her travels with husband and child in tow. The newborn Clay often stayed to accompany his mother while she worked in the market, selling the citrus only for most of the money to go back to the providers.

Most of Clay's early years spent in the isolated cabin of his maternal grandparents who, unlike his "dick of a grandfather", welcomed his family with open arms. Even as a comparatively "poor family", he could not recall any times in which food or water was difficult to find. They were not a broken family either, his parents loved each other and the family was together quite frequently. If he could recall, he would remember smiles and happy faces. They prayed together and slept near each other. His father was a humble man who did not speak much and earned little but was easy on the smile. His mother had always been his favourite however.

Arya frequently told stories of New York City to her child as he grew up, having moved there young and had met his father there while studying. She told him of the abundance of lights in the city skyline, the fast moving cars, the money that flowed easy for hard workers. She lovingly recalled meeting his father, something that made baby Clay's face contort in childlike disgust. She also bitterly told him about her move to his paternal grandfather's place upon Ahmad's insistence, ending up in the situation they were in. But she had always ended the stories with a kiss and a youthful smile, popping an orange piece in his mouth. It was where he got his near-addiction to oranges as a child that carries on to this day to a lesser extent.

The family eventually moved back into the Big Apple when Clay's paternal grandfather died, leaving an unexpectedly rich inheritance and an apartment for his father. An apology perhaps? One did not look a gift horse in the mouth. He then spent much of the next part of his life growing and growing. Ahmad, an avid fan of boxing, was keen to throw his son into the ring with whatever spare money he could scrounge up. He claimed that he could tell his son will be a future champion, gripping his arms with excitement and lifting him in the air. This would be a golden age of the young boy's life as his family's life began improving. His father found purpose as a fireman, using naturally gifted brawn he claimed to have used to "woo his mother off her feet" while she continued as a nurse. Ahmad was happier during those times, genuinely enjoying helping people rather than working the odd jobs. Clay's time was well spent in the gym and school, his grades stayed positive and life was good.

The end of summer came round in the second year optimistic 21[sup]st[/sup] century and Clay returned home from the boxing gym. He was a large ten year old and was paired by his coach to the bigger kids. Training with them always left a smile on his face. That smile slipped at the sight of his crying mother, kneeling at the floor of their home, head burrowed in her hands. It disappeared when he saw the towers burning in the distance and heard the sirens he had missed on his way home. 

[url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2U9bQbRrsV0][color=white]The loss of Clay's father was hard.[/color][/url] He died a hero, doing something he loved to do. This would leave an impact on the growing boy, just old enough to understand loss but too young to properly process it. To his mother's dismay, his grades would drop but his training would only intensify. He found brotherhood and father figures aplenty within his gym, a lifetime membership awarded to the son of a fallen hero. His mother would only grow to approve of her son's sudden focus and drive. Better that than fall into [url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ww-TQUeA3E][color=white]the despair[/color][/url] that had grown in their hearts. Though she flinched during his first amateur fight, and every fight since, she would stay to berate his cutman and coach, to "teach her boy how to win better." Inspired by this growing encouragement and his late father's wishes, Clay only grew stronger within his teens. Forgoing the traditional goals of tertiary education and office jobs, focusing on doing something he loved to do. As his father had done.

Now, after a particularly rigorous training camp done and an upcoming international professional debut, Clay readies himself for this chance to prove himself. Taking leave from his security job, he travels to Hildon as a chance to calm his[url= https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=v1mKGlYL9jg] [color=white] nerves.[/color][/url]
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