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HE'D WATCHED PART OF THE SHOW, sure, what man or woman wouldn't? But he hadn't come to the club to watch the show and try as he might, his attention fell on watching the people rather than the woman who seemed to have the crowd under a trance. Did he think the woman who bit him would be there? Maybe it was a hope. Maybe he just wanted to drink without judgement. The music helped him drown out voices murmuring around him until a voice cut in, seemingly aimed at him. He looked at her, expression tight, finding her beautiful and alluring, but his brain seemed blank on what to do. "You seem like a wonderful woman," Clay spoke after a moment of thinking, and he knew that not even a couple of years ago, he would've been thrilled she chose to talk to him, but now? "but I'm here for the bar." Something, anything, to numb the pain he held inside. He hadn't found anything yet but hey, here's hoping.

send 👼 for a comforting starter . @awooooh

it wasn't often that men sat with their backs turned to the stage. he'd caught her interest, and upon changing she cautiously approached the man, confusion etched across her face. "are you...alright there?" she asked cautiously, her voice softer than usual. "you missed most of the show."

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was that clayton grant i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are thirty-eight and are a werewolf. they are known to remind others of bloody knuckles & the smell of pine after a rain storm. i do wonder what adventures are in store for them?

FULL NAME: Clayton Grant

NICKNAMES | ALIASES: Clay.

AGE: 38.

SPECIES: Bitten werewolf.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

FAMILY: Jonas(father, deceased), Georgia (mother, deceased), Benjamin (brother, deceased).

OCCUPATION: Currently trying to figure out how to live again, formerly a farm owner in Nebraska.

ATTACK / MURDER TW / DEATH TW AHEAD.

Clayton was born in a small town in Nebraska with an older brother named Benjamin. His family was well known in the farming community for their corn and bean crops. Growing up, Clayton knew that if he didn't want to be a farmer, he needed some kind of sports to use to get out of Nebraska. He played baseball in middle school and high school, and eventually went pro baseball... for a few months, until he ended up with a career ending knee break. Clayton was forced to return home and help with the family farm. At the age of twenty, he settled into his role of the second in line to inherit the farm. By twenty-five, he and Benjamin were the only Grants left after their parents died. At thirty-three, Clay preferred long days of work and longer nights drinking. He wasn't known around town to settle down or go steady, as they liked to stay. On his thirty-fourth birthday, he went out to celebrate only to come across a drifter. One one-night stand later, he woke up with a wicked headache and a nasty wound he couldn't figure out how he'd gotten it. By the next month the one night stand was gone but Clayton transformed into a werewolf, attacking his brother who was trying to help him. He ended up dying in the attack and while locals thought it was an animal attack, Clayton knew better and went on the run - mostly to find and hopefully kill the werewolf who bit him. He's been a loner and a drifter since then and is pretty rough around the edges.

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He’s a ten but howls at the moon sometimes

"WEREWOLF JOKES," Clay grumbles, shifting against the chair and the wall. "cute."

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HE'D ONLY WORN A SUIT THREE TIMES IN HIS LIFE; his christening, thanks to his parents small town beliefs. His parents funeral, which seemed ironic that they were the second cause of the suit. Lastly, though not in correct order, when he was selected to play for the Brewers. The fourth time? Trying to impress someone who he'd been told was opening a special school. "I'm sorry, this suit is itchy." If not gag inducing. "I apologize. I was told you're opening a school here and wanted to give you my resume." Which had nothing important other than farming experience but he was told Caroline Forbes-Salvatore was the person to see.

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GROUCHY AND BITTER SHOULDN'T BE PERSONALITY TRAITS but the way he saw it, he shouldn't be alive at the moment either. Tomato, tamato. He was alive and being around people meant it was also their problem too until he disappeared again. "I'm from Nebraska which I think ranks fourth in top agriculture states? How many towns do you think that means in terms of the air smelling like... cherries?" Or lack thereof. "Just trust me when I say Beacon Hills smells better."

his demeanour was frustrating , for a moment , hayley's gaze flickered over him. she was unsure what to think, his comment alone causing her intrigue to greaten. " i don't think i want to know what you mean by that -- do you typically reside in towns that smell?"

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HE WAS GROUCHY FOR PLENTY OF REASONS. Being a werewolf was just the cherry on top by this point. "You have eyes, yay." It wasn't like he was trying to be subtle. He's an inexperienced angry werewolf who didn't know what the hell he was doing -- other than looking for the werewolf that turned him so he could kill it. The guy he punched and knocked out? Maybe he didn't deserve it but he sure as hell wasn't sorry.

"i saw that." they weren't exactly subtle. derek's arms fold over his chest, the very image of disapproval.

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DIFFERENT SMALL TOWN, SAME SHIT STORY it seems. Clay didn't pay much mind to it out in the woods where he'd found a shit shack and tin roof abandoned but perfect for a grouchy werewolf who hated people. "Small towns are always hell. At least this one smells better."

"And just like that, Beacon Hills became a replica of the 'shit storm' that was Mystic Falls. At least I was never naive enough to assume it would be any different." She was under no impression, she knew there was further turmoil to come, and in truth, she feared what was coming for her and her family.

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"I'M FINE," He's not fine. That's the most common lie in his vocabulary, slipping out so easily at a time like this though. The lack of sleep, frustration and fighting his transformations, and heavy drinking (even if it never works the way he'd like it to) doesn't equate to being fine but he hates this. Hates being a werewolf who keeps managing to fuck everything up somehow.

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