Post by calcifer on Jun 27, 2011 20:30:46 GMT -5
CLAYTON SALEM DANVERS
FULL NAME: Clayton Salem Danvers
NICK NAME: Clay
AGE: 21
GRADE OR OCCUPATION: College/Stocker
ORIENTATION: Straight
ALLIANCE: Neutral
FACE CLAIM: Josh Hartnett
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT AND WEIGHT: 6'3 and 180
DESCRIPTION:Clayton doesn't always come off as intimidating, and, in fact, most of the time he tries not to be. However, standing at 6'3, he can be frightening to some people, simply because of his height. Most of his one hundred and eighty pounds is muscle from a mixture of working out and wrestling.
His hair almost always looks messy although he sometimes tries to make it look nicer. His wardrobe consists of basically t-shirts and jeans with some shorts thrown in for summer months, although it doesn't get as hot in Maine as he was used to in Cali. He always wears his black combat boots unless he's at home, at which point he goes barefoot.
PERSONALITY: Clayton is very quiet and observant. He is wary of new people, but he usually tolerates everyone. For those who manage to get past the fact that he seems like he might want to stab them, or bite them, he will be your best friend forever. The fact that he has a very difficult, virtually impossible, time sugar coating things or even adhering to the generally accepted social conduct and political correctness. He is loyal to those that he sees fit, and he will do everything in his power to make sure that you are happy and taken care of, no matter what.
One flaw in his personality that he tried, and usually fails, to contribute to his spirit is his anger. He has a quick temper that he can't really control. The slightest things can set him off one day, and the next it wouldn't even bother him. Because of this, he does like to keep himself separate from other people. His father; however, urges him to mingle with the other members of the town, and he does so because he will do anything to please his father.
HOMETOWN: Twentynine Palms, California
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Father: Matthew Faolan Danvers
Mother: Karma Lucia Danvers
HISTORY: Clayton was born in Twentynine Palms, California. From a very young age, both of his parents watched him closely. His father didn't think that the Disney spirits were in any way genetic, but he still wanted to keep a close eye on his son. His mother watched him, too, but only because she wanted to make her husband feel comfortable.
Clayton's father was a sergeant currently stationed at the Marine Air Ground Combat Center in 29, and Clay was often taken there during the day. As soon as he began learning to talk, Clay began calling out people on their lies. The other Marines at the base would tell him to pick which hand had candy in it, and he would quietly murmur that they didn't have any candy. They all teased him and coddled him, and he was like the base's puppy...
As he got older, he wanted to be at the base all of the time. When his father would go in the night, Clay would slip out and follow him. He managed to remain unseen twice. However, his father did allow him to tag along, and soon Clay was growing even closer to the other Marines. He began picking up tips from them, and they would all take turns sparring with him. Although he was much smaller than them at 11 or 12 years old, he could hold his own.
Clay's father really began to realize that his son might be hosting a Disney spirit when he began to quote things that had been said from the house next door. He couldn't figure out what character resided in his son's mind, though. He watched Clay closely and began testing him, finalizing his guess by taking Clay to a hunting range in Washington on his 14th birthday. Clay killed a deer with a bow from only a couple of yards away. His Disney spirit awoke as the two of them hauled the deer back to the truck.
The letter from Memory came, and Clayton was given the choice to attend or not. Still in close companionship with the Marines, Clay declined the offer, saying that he could take care of his spirit and live with it.
Finally, when he was 19, Clay decided to go to Memory. Very reluctantly, he said goodbye to all of his close friends, swearing to keep in contact with the, which he does. His father and mother came with him "for support", is what they said, but Clay knows that it's a lie... He now attends Harmony College and works as a stocker at the grocery store.
DISNEY CHARACTER: Copper
ABILITIES/ATTRIBUTES: Heightened hearing and scent. He's a better fighter than normal and is good at keeping quiet. He can also kind of sense when someone is lying to him, but it's not for certain. He can change into Copper at will.
DESCRIPTION: Clayton's character has been awakened for quite some time. Even when he was really young, the effects of the spirit could be seen in the way he acted and responded to people.
Most of the time, he gets along very well with Copper. However; sometimes Clay gets annoyed with the spirit since he still wants to act like a normal person, like his father. He wants to be able to leave Memory like his father, and it bothers him when Copper's thoughts show too much through his own.
YOUR NAME: Calcifer
YOUR AGE: 13, 14 on July 2
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: Around 5 or 6 years, I can't really remember, it's been a while though
YOUR SAMPLE: From my other rpg, Whittington Academy::
My head tilted slightly despite myself as he began to stutter out his own apology. Maybe I had been to harsh on him. After all, what were the chances of someone his age actually being dangerous? If he was like me, I would have known the second that I saw him, and he obviously wasn't. Or maybe he hadn't been awoken yet. He looked like he might have potential. I caught myself examining him again, and I crouched and grabbed a random shirt, pretending to be very interested in it, even though I had no idea who the band even was.
When he murmured out the names of a few One Republic songs, a couple of them being some of my personal favorites, I began to feel guilty. And then I felt pissed. I was pissed at myself for coming to LA, I was pissed at my dad for trying to tame me, I was pissed at this boy for proving my father's point: that not everyone was out to get me, and I was mostly pissed at myself for not listening. Of course, listening to what anyone besides myself had to say would be absolutely impossible, wouldn't it?
"I really am sorry," I said quietly, throwing the shirt back on top of the shelves. "Don't take it personal or-" I was cut off as he offered his hand and his name with another grin. Well, someone bounced back quickly. I growled softly to myself, slightly peeved that I had wasted two good apologies on him. Good practice, I told myself.
"I'm Br-" I started, almost falling into the old habit of giving out fake names before I remembered my dad's warning. "I'm Karma, Karma Carmichael," I said, bobbing my head slightly as I said my full name, somewhat mocking him, but not intentionally. I watched as he crouched and pulled out an extremely vibrant 3oh!3 shirt. So far, he still had a good taste in music. I smirked to myself as lyrics from the band floated into my head: they were so clever and catchy. "So, Storm," I said as he stood, "what problem do you have with yellow? It's a perfectly fine color, and I actually think it would look nice on you." I couldn't help but fall into my perky bitch persona. I had already apologized, the least I could do now was be civil and friendly, at least, my idea of civil and friendly. For some reason, most people didn't like civil and friendly me.
I thought about his question for a moment; it was a very difficult one. "You know, honestly, I have no idea. There's so many. Hmm, I'd probably have to go for Breaking Benjamin or Matchbox 20." I was quiet for a moment, wondering why I had actually responded before I snapped out, "I hate when people do that: make me pick my favorite band." I offered him a quick grin, flashing my teeth to show him that I wasn't being too serious. "What's your favorite band, then, hm?"
As I waited for his response, I reached for a shirt with what looked like a wolf's head emblazoned on the front of it. As I spread it out in front of me to examine,(it was my size),I was pleased to see that it was indeed a snarling wolf's head. Along with that, it was My Chemical Romance. I spun the shirt around to show it to Storm, tilting my head again as I winked at him, "Must have, no?"
