Username: Clay Barton
Character Name: Clay Barton
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-two.
Appearance: He stands about 5'10, with orange-red hair falling over his eye, for what reason? None really, he just finds that style most to his liking. Usually seen wearing the color green along with dark colored slacks or a pair of stylish jeans.
Personality: Clay's more of a laid back person when he hasn't gone psychotic over blood. He's a bit of a mysterious yet charming fellow who finds a huge merit in winning lady's hearts, not only for the benefit of getting kisses among other things, but a huge self-esteem boost. Though he finds something highly discomforting about blood and enters a psychotic state in which he becomes a different person completely to the point where he'll kill someone.
History: Clay had been living in Germany previously, with his mother and father for five years. They then had decided to move his father's original country, Ireland. Ironic enough, as close to home as his father thought he was, he was soon murdered do to some problems with a gang. After his father's demise, Clay hadn't been right since. He was extremely close to his father like no other, to the extent of his mother not being able to stop Clay from crying. He began to go insane over the slightest spill of blood. Clay would scream and throw tantrums which had his mother in quite a fix, she had never experienced this with Clay and she was starting to worry. Figuring it was probably him being homesick, she decided to move back to Germany with him, and find herself a new husband. Clay however, didn't approve of this, he didn't want his father to be replaced. He thought his mother was trying to patch things up and make it seem like nothing happened.
One night, around his adolesent years, fifteen or so. Clay had come home with a nasty dog bite on his arm, a crazed look glazed in his eyes. His mother was out shopping, leaving the not-so-loved step-father at home. When he ran to console Clay and help him with his wound, Clay pulled out a pocket knife and stabbed his step-father multiple times. Clay had finally came to, not knowing what had happened.
His mother, who was quite a gullible one, and figured the step-father had gone out, as he liked adventures. She was a bit questionable however, seeing as the man left without a word. She became worried and called the police, after the man's week of disappearance. His body wound up never turning up, only because Clay was that excellent of a smooth criminal.
To this day he still has no idea where he had buried the man, or even the fact that he had killed him. After six years, he figured that some things are best left forgotten.
Why are they here: Because there was a bit of a record with people disappearing, a gang member who frequently harrassed Clay put two and two together. The fact that he goes balistic over blood and the fact that their gang friend had been missing. He made the assumption that Clay was the murderer of his comrad and therefore he was wrongfully accused and brought the Master's House.
Strengths: The sight of blood turns him psychotic, but it also allows him to realize his actual strength, and unusually sharp canine teeth.
Weaknesses: Blood, each time he goes beserk, he doesn't remember what he did or why he did it.
Greatest Fear: Killing someone he loves do to his psychological illness.
Friends: None.
Crush/Lover: None as of yet.
Anything Else: He has a strange obsession with thinking he's some sort of werewolf, or dog ever since the nasty bite he recieved from that dog.
Secret Word (read on, you’ll find it!): Caution.
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