Basic Information
Name: Clayton Radshaw
Nickname(s): Clay
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthday: 04/04
(Aries)Race: Lycan
Rank/Status: Lone Wolf
Appearance
Height: 6'1
Build: Solid
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color & Style: Dark, long, disheveled. Always seems a few days overdue a cut.
Skin Tone: Fair / tanned.
Notable Marks: Tattoos and scars of such number that they become unremarkable.
Typical Clothing Style: Practical, functional, well worn.
Aura/First Impression: Intimidating, cold, cocky, a bit rough-around-the-edges kind of guy.
Voice: Low, husky, soft and slightly gravelly.
Psychology
Hobbies/Interests✦ Drinking
✦ Fighting
✦ F^^^ing
(Not necessarily in that order)Likes✦ Whisky
✦ Motorbikes
✦ Tattoo's
Dislikes✦ Authority
✦ Technology
✦ Vegans
Fears✦ Being controlled
✦ Losing control
✦ Claustrophobia
Habits✦ Smoking when drunk
✦ Making dumb A$$ bets
✦ Keeping his word
Vices✦ Short tempered
✦ Fear of commitment/ Self loathing
✦ Drinking
Core Motivation: He's running, has been for as long as he can remember. It's always been from one thing or another. Been at it so long that he can't even remember why he first started, but he sure as hell isn't going to stop and look back now.
Personality Overview: Clayton can seem a bit brash and rude, and that's likely because he is, but despite his rough-around-the-edges demeanour he is actually quite a caring guy. His anger often gets the better of him and in those moments he might seem compassionless, but he is haunted by those moments and the awful things said and done.
He tries to do right, not by the law but by his own sense of moral code. Few understand what that might be because he is so slow and reluctant to trust.
Right, wrong, good, bad, the future, the past. All these things are a plague on his mind that he uses alcohol to wash away.
Although if he does happen let someone close, to truly let them in, know that he would die for them without hesitation, and just as easily tear their entire world apart if they ever purposely betray him.
Grudges are just unpaid debts and all debts must be paid, eventually.
Relationships and Reputation
Openness to Friendship (1-5): 2
Openness to Romance (1-5): 4
Romantic Preferences: Casual/flirty/short term/polyamory.
Current Romantic Interests: None
View on Forbidden Relationships: "
Don't tell me who I can or can't be with."
Biggest Turn-ons: ✦ Tattoo's
✦ Leather
✦ Confidence
Biggest Turn-offs: ✦ Pet play
✦ Being belittled
✦ Immaturity
How They Handle Love: Has a fear of commitment. Pushes it away if it gets too close, too real. Self sabotaging by messing it up. Can't be hurt if they don't get close.
Reputation Among Their Race/Faction: A traitor, reckless, wild. Exiled.
Relationship with the Glamour: It's a cage. A big one, but a cage nonetheless.
Known Enemies: Everyone who's not his friend.
Known Friends Friends are just enemies who haven't stabbed you in the back yet.
Known Family Members: Father is a washed up cripple drunk.
Mother was put down by the wardens after slowly losing her mind.
Younger sister missing for years after running away, presumed dead.
Background
Current Occupation: Mechanic
Level of Schooling(if any): Early dropout.
Past Occupations: Bouncer / Dealer / Inmate
Socioeconomic Status: Mid.
History Summary: Clay has already lived a life, one full of hardship and loss. Poverty and pain. A deadbeat father who was never around, a struggling single mother loosely tethered to reality and a rough merciless neighbourhood devouring hope and prosperity like light to a black hole.
His upbringing was tragic but no worse than the average poorly educated family stuck in a poverty stricken cycle of bad influences, poor options and little hope. Only he was lycan and part of a small dying pack.
It was no surprise when he fell into a life of petty crime. Even at a young age an unrelenting rage burned in his heart. His tendency towards violence and utter ruthlessness lead him up the pack hierarchy where for a short time he had it all. He was living the high life (by his previous standards) up until he wasn't.
In a game that doesn't end you're guaranteed to eventually lose. Clay lost everything and badly. It was a bloody betrayal, one that cost him 7 years of his life locked away behind bars and saw him exiled from his former pack with the promise of murder should he ever return. The only reason he wasn't killed was because those that remain were too weak to do so.
Race-Specific Questions
▸ Lycans: ✦Born or Turned?: Born
✦Reaction to Full Moon: Heightened emotions, senses and desires. Itchy skin. Shorter attention. Less focused. More aggression. More hunger.
✦Pack Loyalty Level: Exiled
✦Views on Mortals: Pity for the blind. Respect for the Wardens. Disgust for the fang bangers & blood bags.
✦Views on Vampires: They are all pompous c^^t's but at least they don't pretend to be anything anything other. Tolerable at times.
✦Views on Fae: The worst of them. A talking Fae is a lying Fae. A breathing Fae is an untrustworthy Fae. The true architects of this prison. Would be better off without them.
Miscellaneous
Theme Song: Scars - StonesourOmerta - Lamb of GodJekyll & Hyde - 5 Finger DeathpunchFavorite Food: Italian
Favorite Animal(s): Crows
Favorite Music Genre: Metal
Favorite Haunt: Gutterbane chop-shop.
Signature Weapon: Fists, Tooth and claw
Preferred Vices: Drinking
Pet Peeve: Being corrected
Guilty Pleasure: Bowling