Clay s'assied un peu, les mains toujours derrière sa tête alors qu'il culmine au tapis sur le sol.
"Ah bien" dit-il tomber dans le lit.
"Willow hey." Il dit, tester son nom sur sa propre langue. "Les noms de Clay, ravi de vous rencontrer. Désolé pour tout à l'heure."
"Alors" commence-t-il, le mot traîne alors qu'il pense comment continuer, "etes-vous comme les deux autres en bas?" Il finit par sortir et demander.
Name:Clayton 'Clay' Radshaw
GenderMale
Age:32
Rank:Adult
Trade:Electrician/ mechanic
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Personality: Clay, while a bit rough-around-the-edges is pretty care free and easy going guy. He can be a little arrogant and over confident and extremely head strong and stubborn at times. He is pretty quick to resort to violence or at least threats, the strike first ask questions later type.
Character flaws aside he has a generally good heart and will make sacrifices for others. Behind his arrogance he doesn't really believe he is worth dirt, often denying his own happiness believing he must suffer for mistakes of the past. He's the kind of guy that trouble is attracted too.
History: Clay hasn't been part of a pack for a while, maybe even ever.
The lone wolf, he never stays in one place too long, always cutting ties and moving on. The traveller.