The son of the capital of Claudia’s best female fighter, and now unalive male fighter. Whose father passed during the war, trying to save the Capitoahl Péwalin, even though she was already on death’s path. Clayton is a sassy, prissy boy who has an extremely difficult time expressing his emotions and letting others in, he has a pretty high status due to his parents state and being practically brothers from another mother with Capitoahl Jaime‘s son, Prince Wilbur. He is also lead of the wooden guard or the Larkwood guard/The Larks. A very secret, hardly known group of chosen boys to keep the peace in the capital of Claudia. He is also the alibi and follower of Hope ordered by the Capitohal Jaime/Queen, though he resented her due to the fact his father‘s death. And doesn’t at all get along with her whatsoever, he is 13. Both his parents are pure creamed Sandy bleach blonde and descend from nearby Brighton Europe at the time, giving him bleach dusty hair and light Olive Sickly pale skin tone, he has a rare deep Blueberry muffin like magenta teal kind of eyes, though making him attractive to most towns ladies. Though he hates most women and how clingy and weakly most of them are. According to clay’s understanding. Clae is internally a self deprecating childish heartwarming kid, lost to much to show the genuinity inside him. His sarcasm reeks off him and broodiness, he is childish and naive a lot of the time around people, very naive. He is a younger teenage Male, With a medium length curly shag/Modern Curly mop top hairstyle that goes out and a bit past his under ears, and its very wavy, his hair color being from his parents who are pure creamed sandy blonde, and descend from nearby Brighton Europe at the time, giving him golden dusty hair and light tan slightly Olive skin, he has a rare deep, Teal magenta glimmer kind of eyes, though making him attractive to most towns ladies. He has pure sandy blonde eyebrows that are harder to see but thick and noticeable, a paranoid prissy frown on his face, and pretty big light natural pink lips, his face shape is squared. Or Sombr with blonde hair. He is 5’3 and has a scrawny and skinny build, but strong legs and calves, he has petite hands that are soft and small, but always covered in calluses from Jujitsu and Fencing lessons. He has Big blotchy Freckles that are very light colored, and very smooth skin with long bottom eye lashes that are pure iridescent blonde. He also has some moles on his face, a distinct one right above his lip. And big wide dimples that always show. His nose is larger and distinct, but shapes into a button nose, still making an appearance of an over curve. It was 1835.
We walked a putrid mile, them and I had been a walks foot for ages upon such to its disgust, we was separated from Willy, Neeks, And Géorge, shucks wasn’t it lovely, stuck with the prick princess boy thingy, how rude! We had been through flying fricks and back again, from they’re almost at deaths prickly doorstep drowning, hallucinogenics being taken to the kindred eye of them, them saving my sorrowful behind plenty of times to beyond far many to count with the hand, and now we just walked a slow pace as tidy as the breeze itself, shoulder to uncompromising cold shoulder, circles, circles, they was still ever so ill from the sun burnt they developed on they’re mocha fridged skin shade, burnt orange rapid crimson coral flaming they’re back, shoulders, buttoned nose and cheeks like blush wrong put there. Made them ever so sickly, knees a buckled, eyes rimmed and baggy half lidded like a sleepless child, pft, poppycock, though, it hurt my heart? I like them, to admit to myself, they are and have always been a dopey smitten friendly to myself, even though I show resentment like I show people all, grumpy anger brood, always. We walked a few more steps, then I scoffed pausing my stride, looking at their back as they kept walking, unaware I had marched a stubborn childish stop. My saracsm hitting an all time high reeking off me, old school babble of words and slang poking out like glass. It was 1835, what, how else would i sound as a teenager in this time?
Release Date 2026.05.20 / Last Updated 2026.05.20