Clayton Thorn
Description: He is 5 feet tall and 120 lbs, which is average for an adult of his race. His eyes are amethyst in color and are almost always empty, sad, annoyed, hate-filled, or angry. There are almost always bandages on him from either hunting or getting into a fight, either with one of his own or some other race. Around his neck though, there are always bandages hiding the mate mark (a scar made by teeth biting into his neck) left behind by his late mate that he never allows anyone to see. He also has retractable claws and he never wears shoes, preferring to walk around bare-pawed like most of his kind, even in the winter.
Nickname: Clay
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Felinus
Role: One of the Chosen
Personality: He usually has a very sullen demeanor though if he is annoyed he is prone to angry outbursts or violence. Really though all he wants is to left alone, to grieve in peace for the rest of his life. He doesn't talk much to anyone, so he can't be said to have any friends and he never talks about his past, preferring to bottle it all up. However, he does seem to have a soft spot for children and is more than willing to give them the attention that they need, being very gentle with them and even smiling a bit for them, even if it's forced and doesn't reach his eyes. Seeing another pregnant felinus though seems to always provoke one of two actions: fierce protectiveness or uncontrollable tremors which leads to him running away and finding a hiding place so that he can cry in peace.
Brief History: He used to be a slave to a wealthy human family and he was content with his life, he wasn't mistreated and his needs were met in exchange for doing housework. One day he met a female felinus, named Recca, owned by the neighbors at a party that his masters hosted, they fell in love and became mates. When her masters discovered that she was pregnant they made plans to sell or give away the kits. Devastated, Recca went to Tom (that was what he was known by back then) in tears and they made plans to escape and find a felinus settlement to raise their family in. The night of their escape they were found out and as they were running a bullet meant for Tom hit her instead, causing her to fall. He picked her up and ran with her in his arms, somehow managing to get out of the city, but by the time he was able to find a safe hiding place she was already long dead. Tom changed his name to Clayton, buried his mate and found a felinus settlement to live out his days in, in honor of his mate's memory and has been grieving her loss ever since. Because he is a felinus they mate for life, so if one dies it isn't uncommon for them to not take another mate, in fact it is a rarity for the surviving partner to take another as their mate.
Humans: Hate, enough said. When are they all going to up and die so that they can burn in the lowest of pits of hell already?
Fair Elves: Fair or Dark, an elf is an elf I have nothing to say about them.
Dark Elves: Every race has it's dark side, theirs is just about the type of power that they are able to use. Dumb way to make that kind of distinction, it should be based on their code of conduct or something like that.
Werewolves: A larger version of the common mutt but still just as stupid.
Vampires: Just as dumb as their foes, who the hell forgets why they're fighting and keeps on fighting? Especially if it's very likely that one of them was actually there when the bloody thing started.
The Fallen: I actually sympathize with them though I don't agree with their methods.
The Sacred Ones: Arrogant bunch of twits, they need to be knocked down more than a few pegs.
The Old Gods: A bunch of senile old farts if you ask me.