by Dumezil » Tue Nov 14, 2023 6:37 am
Name: Clayton "Clay" Bradford
Age: 30
Appearance: 6'2" and 235lbs, Clay has always had something of a presence. Good thing, as he has never considered himself a very good speaker and usually opts to keep his mouth shut and speak more with his actions. He has dark brown hair that he keeps a little longer now that he is no longer in the military. Green/blue dark-set eyes and a square jaw lend to some mean RBF. First glance usually has one assume that although pretty enough if you like the rugged type, he's probably a bit dull and incapable of any thoughts or emotions outside of your typical warrior hulk-smash attitude. He does enjoy weightlifting and cardio in his free time as well as his time sparring the other fighters for fun and practice.
Personality: Extremely private, RBF, military, fighter, sly humor, and a softness for nature
Although first glance lends to what would assume is a bland personality, Clay will eventually open up with those he trusts. Turns out, he's a pretty big softie. Incredibly private as an individual, very few outside of their alpha who has known him longest after plucking him from his unit know that. Outside of their alpha, Clay maintains either a mildly grumpy and quiet attitude or leans on his harsh and somewhat bullying military training in order to lead the other fighters in boundary skirmishes and battles. Despite that, a sly sense of humor occasionally escapes around the rest of his pack.
Clay enjoys being outdoors as do most of them, but for him it is even beyond basic instinct and a love for the moon. Even when still in the military he found being in the middle of nowhere and enduring the elements for days on end was the only place he could truly lean on his instincts and be himself. The more miserable his human companions were, the happier he tended to find himself.
Largely due to his history, Clay finds his wolf form much more comfortable mentally, spiritually, and physically, than his human form. Some human customs remain foreign to him, although his alpha has expressed suspicion on more than one occasion that it is more out of stubbornness and failure to see their importance than ability to actually adapt. He did well enough in the military as a extremely young werewolf with no pack after all, at least until she didn't.
History: In a taboo act considered grossly inappropriate and punishable by death among the packs, Clay is the product of a Canadian Arctic Grey wolf mother and unknown werewolf father. For the first few years of his life he was brought up only as a wolf, deep in the lonely and dangerous Canadian and Alaskan Arctic. It was then he was discovered by extreme adventurists and their hunter guide as a naked toddler seemingly unaffected by the temperatures and snow, deep in the middle of nowhere bear country.
Torn from his mother, Clay's life was flipped upside down and he bounced around hospitals and then science communities to be studied as the newest case of a feral child. Fortunately for him, his case caught the attention of a older psychologist and lone werewolf and he was quickly shuttled out of public view and all but forgotten. His "savior", or "Alf" as he began calling him when he first began speaking at seven years old, was not exactly a picture of attached parenting. Lone wolf for a reason, Alf had severe social phobias and health concerns and preferred to spend most of his time on research beyond providing Clay with basic necessities.
More wolf than boy, something Alf recognized and didn't try to correct, Clay spent most of his childhood wandering the Appalachian Mountains, avoiding "wolf sightings" that certainly would have brought Alf unwanted scrutiny. He achieved a basic education through Alf and after learning his letters and numbers, also developmentally later, they stepped away from the usual curriculum and Clay worked for him as a research assistant or even case study when not disappeared into the mountains for months at a time.
When Clay was 17, Alf succumbed to his many illnesses. "Didn't he have a son?" Someone had asked while clearing out his cabin. "Nah. Huge, ugly dog. Might as well have been his kid, was the only thing the old hermit ever seemed to care about." Drifted back to his twitching ears as from the edge of the woods he watched everything he'd known for the past ten years disappear. They tried to trap the "dog" for almost a year but it wasn't until they brought in hunters, realizing he wasn't your typical "dog", that Clay realized he needed to leave. So he did the only reasonable thing and at eighteen years old marched his happy butt to the nearest recruiting station and enlisted in the U.S. Army. For the next seven glorious years Clay went from private and infantryman, to selections, to special forces where majority of his time was spent overseas and many of his strange quirks were able to be overlooked due to the need for boots on ground. Plus, he was very good at his job. Quirks aside.
It wasn't until he'd been in long enough to begin gaining rank, and was expected to begin more administrative rather than field work, that Clay's quirks were no longer going unnoticed. It was in the process of a court martial for behavior unbecoming of a serviceman that Clay was snatched out of the grips of the military by his now-alpha. His last couple of years have been adapting to pack-life and life outside of the military. He found himself and his strengths greatly benefited the fighters of their clan and the lead fighter's last retirement found him vying for the spot.
Appearance: Clay's Arctic Grey Wolf mother lent him the gloriously thick fur he totes in wolf form but his unknown werewolf father lent the darker grey scale coloring. He is large and muscular with a low-carried head and lighter grey ears. He retains his blue/green eyes when shifted, unlike his mother's golden ones. A feature he hates.
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Dumezil on Thu Nov 16, 2023 7:14 am, edited 10 times in total.