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stinkingdeadendjob) wrote2014-12-24 03:37 pm
stinkingdeadendjob) wrote2014-12-24 03:37 pm
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OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Player Name: Minki
Player Journal:froncentration
Age: 22
Contact: plurk: Froncentrate
Characters Played: Giegue
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Clayton Middleinitial Puppington
Canon: Moral Orel
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: Before the hunting trip with Orel
History: http://moralorel.wikia.com/wiki/Clay_Puppington
Personality: Clay fits the role of an archetypal “father knows best” 50's TV dad. He has a natural air of calmness, cheer, and rationality around him that make him approachable. Of course, that's just what's at his crust. A little beneath that, and a person might realize this when talking to him for an extended period of time, Clay has no idea what he's talking about. He's an idiot and a religious zealot that puts on an act of confidence to convince people that the nonsense he's spouting carries weight. If they catch him lying, then all he has to do is act as if he was telling the truth. Wrongness is the admission to blundering and as long as he doesn't admit it, he feels, he can never be wrong. But even then, he seems like a likeable fellow who's at peace with the world, confident that he has all the answers. Really, he's just good at acting pleasant and cheerful till he reaches a limit with it.
He puts his highest sense of worth in being a father. He retreated into the role after having given up being a good husband and realizing there's no purpose in his “stinking dead-end job (as Mayor of Moralton). Even so, Clay is not in the least good at it. If he isn't busy hiding from Orel, telling him to use God's gift of gravity to play catch instead, he would lecture and spank him. Some of the advice that Clay gives include gems like “people judge you by what you say, not what you do”, being a grown-up means “doing things you hate”, and “not saying what's on your mind is what this country is based on”. Part of his backwards values he's trying to teach his son may be ideas he believes in personally, but over time, he stopped caring too much about what he tells him. Altogether, he knows that he's a failure as a father and once it came to a head after the hunting trip, Clay retreated further into alcohol and affairs to sustain himself.
In spite of how he carries himself, Clay is a deeply unhappy man. His background of neglect has set it up so that he became a neglectful person himself. He hates his family and his life and chooses to blame his miseries and failings on other people. But instead of focusing on finding happiness, he uses his feelings of misery to justify himself, believing he is above others for the sacrifices that he made. He's too focused on his miseries to ever seek happiness and even as he got into an affair with Coach Stopframe, there was no real love behind it. The affair was just a means to escape and he'd choose something or someone else on the spot if they gave him any attention. He prioritizes getting what he wants over other people being hurt by his actions, though he's not entirely oblivious to his personal consequences either.
That said, there was a point when Clay honestly did try to live life properly. Before alcohol, Clay was a quiet and meek man who would rather sit quietly at home and read the Bible. Afterward, all the frustrations that he repressed over his childhood came out all at once, and he's still unable to handle any of it. He tried to be a good father to Orel when he was young, holding off on telling him anything in particular until he thought he had the right answer for him. His weaknesses got the better of him and he chose to hide from Orel and ignore his wife, Bloberta, rather than deal with either of them. If something could be said of him, it's that he's a talented and charismatic man who is too preoccupied with destroying himself and those around him. He's a troubled man who is strangely cognizant of all of his flaws, yet chooses not to deal with them.
Strengths: On a good day, Clay can be downright charismatic and charming, able to get people on his side. Whether it's through sheer insanity or indifference, he can handle problems like zombie apocalypses with a level head.
Weaknesses: Altogether, Clay is a weak man. He's in a constant pursuit for escape and can be easily manipulated into hurting those around him if he feels there's something in it for him.
Possessions: Pipe, belt, a Bible, Ol' Gunny, and a torch stick (it's like an umbrella, but fire comes out of it instead; good for angry mobbing)
Pony/Animal Type: Unicorn
Cutie Mark: A pipe
Pony Picture: Nothing yet!
SAMPLES
First Person: http://alphacomplex.dreamwidth.org/5393.html?thread=24081#cmt24081
Third Person: Clay paced back and forth in front of the tavern door. He looked over into the window, hoping that the fifty-second time he tries peeking in will be the time it turns out people were inside all along and he doesn't have to wait any longer. He growls lowly, realizing that's not the case. He's been here several hours before regular opening hours and has been waiting since.
“Can't open fast enough,” he mutters, continuing his pacing. The wait is aggravating, but it beats being over at the commune listening to the incessant nagging of “do your chores, do you know how long it's been since you started staying over here, I mean, honestly”. He didn't ask to be a pony, so naturally, he was entitled to a little luxury as long as he was away from his work and home. Clay stops pacing again, looking over at the window, and then a rock just beneath it. His eyes narrowed and narrowing his eyes, focusing on it, he levitated it a little into the air.. until he heard the clopping of approaching hoofsteps.
“Ah!” He releases his hold on the rock and it bounces back onto the ground. Looking around, he sees the bartender, giving him a strange look. “H-hey, you started me. What, this? Nah, I was just admiring the scenery. Good ol' healthy rocks you've got lying around, that's how you know it's... a... quality.” Clay sighs. “Just. Just open the door.”
The bartender gives him one last stare and proceeds to do so. Clay follows in for another evening out in town.
Player Name: Minki
Player Journal:
froncentrationAge: 22
Contact: plurk: Froncentrate
Characters Played: Giegue
IN CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Clayton Middleinitial Puppington
Canon: Moral Orel
OU/AU/OC: OU
Canon Point: Before the hunting trip with Orel
History: http://moralorel.wikia.com/wiki/Clay_Puppington
Personality: Clay fits the role of an archetypal “father knows best” 50's TV dad. He has a natural air of calmness, cheer, and rationality around him that make him approachable. Of course, that's just what's at his crust. A little beneath that, and a person might realize this when talking to him for an extended period of time, Clay has no idea what he's talking about. He's an idiot and a religious zealot that puts on an act of confidence to convince people that the nonsense he's spouting carries weight. If they catch him lying, then all he has to do is act as if he was telling the truth. Wrongness is the admission to blundering and as long as he doesn't admit it, he feels, he can never be wrong. But even then, he seems like a likeable fellow who's at peace with the world, confident that he has all the answers. Really, he's just good at acting pleasant and cheerful till he reaches a limit with it.
He puts his highest sense of worth in being a father. He retreated into the role after having given up being a good husband and realizing there's no purpose in his “stinking dead-end job (as Mayor of Moralton). Even so, Clay is not in the least good at it. If he isn't busy hiding from Orel, telling him to use God's gift of gravity to play catch instead, he would lecture and spank him. Some of the advice that Clay gives include gems like “people judge you by what you say, not what you do”, being a grown-up means “doing things you hate”, and “not saying what's on your mind is what this country is based on”. Part of his backwards values he's trying to teach his son may be ideas he believes in personally, but over time, he stopped caring too much about what he tells him. Altogether, he knows that he's a failure as a father and once it came to a head after the hunting trip, Clay retreated further into alcohol and affairs to sustain himself.
In spite of how he carries himself, Clay is a deeply unhappy man. His background of neglect has set it up so that he became a neglectful person himself. He hates his family and his life and chooses to blame his miseries and failings on other people. But instead of focusing on finding happiness, he uses his feelings of misery to justify himself, believing he is above others for the sacrifices that he made. He's too focused on his miseries to ever seek happiness and even as he got into an affair with Coach Stopframe, there was no real love behind it. The affair was just a means to escape and he'd choose something or someone else on the spot if they gave him any attention. He prioritizes getting what he wants over other people being hurt by his actions, though he's not entirely oblivious to his personal consequences either.
That said, there was a point when Clay honestly did try to live life properly. Before alcohol, Clay was a quiet and meek man who would rather sit quietly at home and read the Bible. Afterward, all the frustrations that he repressed over his childhood came out all at once, and he's still unable to handle any of it. He tried to be a good father to Orel when he was young, holding off on telling him anything in particular until he thought he had the right answer for him. His weaknesses got the better of him and he chose to hide from Orel and ignore his wife, Bloberta, rather than deal with either of them. If something could be said of him, it's that he's a talented and charismatic man who is too preoccupied with destroying himself and those around him. He's a troubled man who is strangely cognizant of all of his flaws, yet chooses not to deal with them.
Strengths: On a good day, Clay can be downright charismatic and charming, able to get people on his side. Whether it's through sheer insanity or indifference, he can handle problems like zombie apocalypses with a level head.
Weaknesses: Altogether, Clay is a weak man. He's in a constant pursuit for escape and can be easily manipulated into hurting those around him if he feels there's something in it for him.
Possessions: Pipe, belt, a Bible, Ol' Gunny, and a torch stick (it's like an umbrella, but fire comes out of it instead; good for angry mobbing)
Pony/Animal Type: Unicorn
Cutie Mark: A pipe
Pony Picture: Nothing yet!
SAMPLES
First Person: http://alphacomplex.dreamwidth.org/5393.html?thread=24081#cmt24081
Third Person: Clay paced back and forth in front of the tavern door. He looked over into the window, hoping that the fifty-second time he tries peeking in will be the time it turns out people were inside all along and he doesn't have to wait any longer. He growls lowly, realizing that's not the case. He's been here several hours before regular opening hours and has been waiting since.
“Can't open fast enough,” he mutters, continuing his pacing. The wait is aggravating, but it beats being over at the commune listening to the incessant nagging of “do your chores, do you know how long it's been since you started staying over here, I mean, honestly”. He didn't ask to be a pony, so naturally, he was entitled to a little luxury as long as he was away from his work and home. Clay stops pacing again, looking over at the window, and then a rock just beneath it. His eyes narrowed and narrowing his eyes, focusing on it, he levitated it a little into the air.. until he heard the clopping of approaching hoofsteps.
“Ah!” He releases his hold on the rock and it bounces back onto the ground. Looking around, he sees the bartender, giving him a strange look. “H-hey, you started me. What, this? Nah, I was just admiring the scenery. Good ol' healthy rocks you've got lying around, that's how you know it's... a... quality.” Clay sighs. “Just. Just open the door.”
The bartender gives him one last stare and proceeds to do so. Clay follows in for another evening out in town.