Post by Clayton Wolfblood on Dec 6, 2009 19:53:10 GMT -5
Name: Clayton Alexander Wolfblood
Nickname(s): Clay, Claaaaaaaai
Age: 13
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Faceclaim: Mitch Hewer
Allignment: Almaut
Rank: Unranked; will become Private when he comes of age
Code Name: N/A
Average Job Information:
N/A
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Hair Color: Sandy blonde
Height: 5'5"
Build: Lanky. Is just starting to really develop.
Overall Description:
Clayton is skinny, yet well-muscled. He does a lot of work around the base for his chores. Not really heavy work, but things like carrying boxes around, and it shows. He has a pointed chin and almond-shaped eyes. Freckles fleck his face around his nose and on his cheeks.
His hair is always somewhat messy, and it's sandy/pale blonde in color. He has a bit of a slouch, and can always be seen with a cowboy hat of some sort on.
Overall Description:
Clayton is simple-minded. Not stupid, not retarded... just simple. He isn't very old, yet, so he can be immature at times, and do stupid things. But deep down, he's a nice kid, an that's all he ever really tries to be.
If anything, he's polite, but Southern kind of polite. He'll open doors for girls and let them through first, pull out chairs for them, etc. This probably comes from his mother's parenting; she wanted him to end up the nicest man he could possibly be.
He knows what his father did to his mom, and hates him for it; he's very protective of his mother. If he ever met his father, he'd probably kick him in the shins or something. Somewhat because of this, he dreams of fighting against the entire brotherhood. He plans on becoming a soldier of the Almaut as soon as he's of age.
Likes:
- Chocolate
- Dogs
- Morphing
- Morphing dogs
- Driving (even though he's not supposed to)
- Fighting
Dislikes:
- His father
- Cats
- The Brotherhood
- School
- Getting angry
Weaknesses:
- Hot-tempered
- Not the brightest bulb in the bunch
- Not a fast morpher
- Teenaged n' emotional
Skills:
- Strong, for his age
- Has good aim
- Won't stop until he's finished what he's started
- Charismatic
Mother: Hannah Wolfblood
Father: Alex Proyhasko
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: Jennie Wolfblood; Grandmother
Spouse/Signifigant Other: Too young
Children: Too young
History:
Clayton was born to Hannah Wolfblood on December 12th, thirteen years ago. His mother was going through a rough time then, and her Andalite "brother" helped raise him. Because of this, he sees Tyrelinn as more of a father then an "uncle", and Tyrelinn's son as a brother. He was a normal, happy, and healthy child, and he cared for his mother very much, which made her happy. And he liked to see her happy.
Hannah never really told him about his father, but he heard about it often enough from the other members of the Almaut. it made him mad to hear about that sort of thing. He was protective of his mom, and knowing someone had hurt her like that boiled his blood.
Early on, he promised himself he was going to help take down the Brotherhood, some day, and bring peace to the chaotic world he had been born to. He doesn't care if he becomes famous for it, or if he even dies trying. As long as he makes some sort of a difference, he'll be glad in the end.
Anything Else: His favorite morph and what he calls his "battle" morph is the coyote.
Tony stood in the middle of the broken city, tail waving back and forth. He didn't have to hide it anymore, which was amazing for him... but something still didn't feel right.
He couldn't remember anything from before his eighteenth year. Just that he was half alien, and he had to hide his tail, claws, and eyes in public. Well, he used to have to hide them. But now, he was allowed to roam as-is. The only problem was the pants... he had to get them custom-made. Before, he'd just chop off his tail and he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not they fit.
He was still like he had been back then, though. Tall, brawny, freckles here and there across his face. He'd changed his hair back to its natural color; pale blonde. He'd even kept his old fire tatoos. And boy, he was still something to look at... but he'd never managed to find anyone.
He let out a sigh, leaning against the wall of a crumbling building and waiting for something to happen.
Your name: Hannah
Your age: 15
Is English your first language? Yup!
Roleplaying experience: 7 or 8 years
Any other characters on this site?: Hannah, Rabnak, Evelyn (soon)
