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[b]Name:[/b] Clay Jamesson

[b]Age:[/b] 26

[b]Appearance:[/b] Clay is a wiry white caucasian man with straggly brown hair and hard green eyes. He is of average height but looks taller than he is on account of his build. He has sunburned skin, high cheekbones and a small scar on the left side of his upper lip. Clay is usually dressed in typical farmhand clothes; a cotton shirt with waistbands holding up his brown pants. He wears sturdy shoes when around people or at work, but enjoys walking barefoot when on his own. Clay isn't too picky with his appearance and is often percieved as unrefined or downright dirty by others. He has a simple ring on his right index finger, bearing the initials HJ. It's not uncommon to see him chewing on a straw when working.

[b]Personality:[/b] It isn't always easy, being around Clay. It's not that he's mean, but he seems to lack the social tact that others take for granted. He is often short and blunt in his interactions with other people, especially around women. Clay often adverts his gaze when communicating with members of the opposite gender, and even though he isn't rude he can be a frustrating partner for conversation. This, however, is when he's dealing with white folks. Colored people aren't so lucky. Clay is downright racist, almost a relic of the nations dark past. Again he doesn't say much, but what he does say is often enough to provoke anger or sorrow. He is more respectful to colored women, but not by much. Clay doesn't have many other habits. He likes to hum a tune or two every now and then, but never goes so far as singing out loud. He doesn't drink or smoke, and generally avoids parties. Naturally, he's known as a bit of a loner.

[b]History:[/b] Clay is a redneck, born and bred. He grew up in a large family way out in the country and quickly got to learn the ways of the wilderness from his father. His mother was always absent, even though she was there physically. His father, on the other hand, was present everywhere and always. He was also an abusive bastard who beat Clay and his siblings into submission on a daily basis, although not so much Clay as the others. It's strange, but Clay has always been lucky that way; no matter how bad the situation seems to get, he never gets the worst of it. When the boy became a young man of 15 he left his home and traveled the state in search of a new life. People elsewhere seemed strange to him, but his talents always landed him work in rural areas. It was only two years ago that he came to the Tackett farmstead, and so far he's been doing what he's done most of his life; working hard, by himself.

[b]Speech Color:[/b] [color=f7976a]pinkish-orange[/color] (unless it's taken)

[b]Traits:[/b] Hermit (+4), Lucky (+4), Racist (-3)
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