Post by Clayton Miller on May 30, 2022 22:13:00 GMT
Clayton Miller the basics full name • clayton ryan miller nickname • clay age • twenty-two birthday • april 20th, 1996 gender • male sexuality • hetero species • werewolf, alpha occupation • lumber company owner the looks face claim • sebastian stan height & weight • six foot, one-hundred and seventy pounds overall looks • piercing blue eyes. short, dark brown hair. pointed nose. plump lips. close shaved beard. sharp cheekbones and square jawline. red eyes, claws, pointed ears, and long canines when turned out of a full moon. however, on a full moon, he morphs into a more lycanthrope-like creature. the personality likes - comic books - destruction - power - winning dislikes - attachments - hunters - losing - sam strengths - persistence - physical prowess weaknesses - arrogance - greed dreams - to destroy all those that failed to protect him fears - failure overall personality • clayton is sadistic. he is a spoiled rich kid who is used to getting what he wants. he’s vengeful, feeling scorned by the world that his friend was killed, and he was turned. he is full of spite and rage, but it is carefully masked by a kind smile and knowing eyes. he is sneaky and manipulative, compulsive and obsessive. though, he is not completely heartless. he is driven towards completing his goal but has found himself distracted by evans. there is a bit of light in his dark, but it’s dim. the history mother • georgia, 52, lumber company owner, deceasedfather • joseph, 55, lumber company owner, deceased siblings • no siblings overall history • clayton was born into wealth. his parents had come from money, and when he was of age, joseph had inherited his family’s lumber mill. he’d met georgia in college, the two courting for a year before marrying. they had waited to have children, neither too keen on the idea, but they had wanted an heir to their fortune. when he had been born, they’d been happy to have their little boy. they named him after his grandfather. they relied heavily on nannies to take care of him, for they’d both come from spoiled homes and thus they didn’t know how to raise a child on their own when they themselves had been raised by nannies. regardless, clayton was a happy child. he wasn’t close to his parents as they made little time for him, but he had all the toys in the world and plenty of others to dote on him. he grew to be spoiled, to expect things to be given to him. when he was five, he’d been enrolled in beacon hills elementary school. his parents had considered private school, but it was too far away and they wanted to at least appear as loving parents. and they were, in their own strange way. they didn’t know how to coddle him, but they were warm when they were around. he didn’t know to miss their presence. in kindergarten, he met thomas. the pair quickly became friends. thomas was from a well-off family. not by any means close to his status, but wealthy enough that his parents hadn’t minded the boy coming over without supervision. the two flourished together, finding solace in the other’s presence and depending wholly one another. they’d spend long hours in the woods behind his estate, playing hide-and-seek and make believe. when he was seven, he’d met sam styles. the pair got along well, but the boy was always left as a third wheel to clay and thomas, so they gradually faded from one another’s lives. at thirteen, as he entered middle school, he saw natalia for the first time. she’d always been in the same grade, but never the same classes until now. they shared gym and english and he was quickly smitten. she was raw confidence and no-nonsense and he liked that. other girls saw his expensive clothes and the cars that dropped him off and swooned. they wanted to see his mansion and have him spoil them, but not her. he was intrigued by her, often finding any excuse to speak with her, but she never showed interest. he liked the chase. he knew he was handsome and desirable, his ego inflated. he had always gotten what he wanted before, he wasn’t used to this. when he’d overheard sam talking to his friend about his crush on the same girl, he cornered the gangly teen and put him in his place. it caused a rivalry, one that sam didn’t back down from. that had infuriated clayton, pissed that he, again, wasn’t getting what he wanted. the two never got along after, but neither made progress with natalia regardless. at fifteen, his life changed completely. thomas had asked clayton to join him in the woods behind the estate after dark. the full moon had been high in the sky as he chased after his friend. as old as they were, they’d never grown out of tag. it was a game of chase, one they’d both grown to love. when he’d finally caught up to his friend, he’d tackled him to the ground in a fit of laughter, but thomas got the upperhand. he rolled them over, pinning clayton to the ground before sealing his lips over clayton’s. he’d been too startled to throw him off. it had been his first kiss. when thomas pulled away, he smiled bashfully down at the boy and confessed his love. as those big brown eyes batted down at him, he parted his lips to say something–anything, but clayton didn’t have a chance to respond. in a moment, a growl ripped through the silence. neither could react quick enough. one moment the boy’s lips had been on clayton’s, and the next his blood was splattered across them. a hand was ripped through thomas’ chest, his eyes sparkling with tears and confusion as he stared down at clay. behind him stood a creature, a wolf-like man with feral blue eyes and bared teeth. thomas sputtered on his blood, choking out one final word. run. as the monster yanked its hand from thomas’ chest and sank its teeth into the meat of his neck, clayton struggled out from under him and took off running. he wasn’t fast enough. the creature dropped his friend’s dead body and chased after him. clayton was pinned down on his front, struggling against the hold as he screamed. claws ripped through the meat of his chest, deep and gushing, but before more damage could be inflicted, a gunshot rang out. the rest was a blur. hunters, werewolves, death. thomas was dead. the hunters hadn’t been quick enough. at the funeral, clayton sobbed–confused and lost and empty. the next full moon, he turned. the scratch had been overlooked by the hunters, leaving him to transition on his own. he didn’t look like the werewolf who had mauled thomas–he was less human, more lycanthrope. he killed one of the maids. his parents were in shock, stricken with horror. they covered up the murder and shipped him away to eichen house–though they told everyone they’d sent him to a private school in washington state. clayton spent the next five years locked in a cell, plotting his revenge and becoming hyper-focused on his obsessions. he blamed the hunters for not being quick enough. the cops for not doing more. his parents for being neglectful and sending him away. he mourned thomas, not understanding their last moments. he loved the boy, but not in that way. he hated that he never got to clear it up, to talk it out. it came to him one night, his plan. hurting the hunters wasn’t enough. he needed to take away what they loved, like they did to him. their kids. he’d kill their kids and have them mourn the way he had to. the styles’ and harper’s where hunters, but he couldn’t–wouldn’t–hurt natalia. he’d save her. he’d keep her as his own. it was twisted and sinister, but he didn’t let his obsession show. they let him out when he turned twenty. his mental health had seemingly improved and he was in control of his shifts. he’d fled california, refusing to stay in beacon hills a moment longer. his parents begged for him to come visit, but he refused. they never saw him while he was locked up, he wasn’t going to be around them now. he went to washington, needing to learn the area for his alibi. he knew that everyone thought he’d been there for the last five years and he wanted to keep that story. he found a pack in the deep woods of a remote town. he’d spent a year integrating with the small pack, gaining their trust and earning his spot close to the alpha. late in the night in the middle of spring, he’d snuck into the alpha’s den and slit his throat–his glowing eyes shifting from blue to red. he slaughtered the rest of the pack, wanting to leave no trace. on his way south back to beacon hills, he began to create his pack–his army. he had no rhyme or rhythm, turning delinquents and innocents alike–forcing them under his reign and dragging them back home with him. he had a pack of ten by the time he reached beacon hills. he holed them up in the motel glen capri until he was able to find a more stable establishment. he returned home in the dead of night, finding his parents asleep in their room. as badly as he wanted to tear them apart with his hands, he knew he had to play this right to not get caught. he shot his mother twice where she laid, killing her immediately. his father startled awake, turning to his wife in horror–shaking her lifeless form before realizing what was going on. he turned towards clay, confusion on his face for he didn’t recognize him at first. joseph called out to him, tumbling out of bed with his wife’s blood covering his hands. just before he reached out for clay, he shot his father dead between the eyes. he watched him drop with disinterest before looting the bedroom for jewels. he staged it as a robbery gone wrong, pitching the stolen goods to his pack and letting them pawn it off where they pleased. he returned to washington, lingering there for a week or so and waited for the phone call. when he was alerted to his parents’ death, he played the dramatics, weeping and mourning as he promised to return to beacon hills. upon his return, he planned the funeral–making it quick so the will would go into effect sooner. no one suspected him, for he hadn’t been seen in town since he was fifteen and wasn’t known to have any issue with his parents. if they had done any digging, they would have found that he’d been in eichen house, but they didn’t think to as he wasn’t seen as a suspect. he inherited his family’s fortune, the home, and the business. he made quick work of finding a proper place for his pack, setting them up in one of the unused logging mills. he came across an angsty teen boy, jonas, and turned him for some internal insight in the high school as well as a young man named cole who was able to blend in well with the crowds to gather intel on the hunting community. he had been looking for natalia, knowing through the grapevine that she was back in town, when he came across evans. he remembered the girl vaguely, but once he realized she was friends with the root of his obsession, he set his sights on her. after helping her move in and bonding over the recent loss of parents, he took her out to coffee. from there, the two grew close. she was snarky and witty and kind. he didn’t hate being around her. they’d gone on dates, but he couldn’t commit to her–despite becoming attached to her. she made him waver, made him reconsider his goals. but when cole was killed after slaughtering the deputy, bobbi, and little charlie was mauled at the hands of her ex, jonas, well, he knew he couldn’t back down. he was in too deep now. he was conflicted, seeing his first chance at normality, but he couldn’t let his revenge slip through his fingers–despite how he’d grown to hate using evans. in september of 2018, clayton walked into the early high school reunion with the intention of getting close to natalia. while he had been ready to see the memorial for bobbi, he hadn’t been ready to face a giant of a sam draped around the woman he’d claimed as his own. teeth gritted and eyes narrowed, he played nice as he tangled his fingers with evans and put his plan on the back burner. if he wanted natalia, ne needed to get through sam first. and he was going to. the visuals home • a large colonial estate near the preserve with six bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a large office. the kitchen was grand and the den was massive. the yard is large and was known to hold many parties before the accident. clayton has taken over his parents old room, getting rid of everything and making it his own. the maid and chef have live-in quarters, otherwise he lives alone in the home. the vastness of the estate welcomes privacy, allowing for his rogue pack to meet in secrecy and for him to plot in his home office.car • a red 2018 tesla model s outfits • he is one to often display his wealth. he can be found wearing suits when applicable, but more often than not is wearing layered outfits that express his fortune. he prefers button-down or henley shirts with dark jeans and a jacket over top. the threads from first to recent:moving out | clayton & evans let my change of heart occur | open anti-paean | alex, clayton, evans, max, natalia, & sam |