there was a lack of S U R P R I S E because when it came to him, it seemed to be a regular occurrence that a grumpy attitude was simply what the days consisted of — not that she ever found it all that scary ( he was like an angry teddy bear in her eyes ). So she’dINEVITABLY found herself smiling, some need to shrug at the offered notion given she’d try anything once and certainly if it proved her rather, out there, theories. “ A party? ” she let out a small hum, some brief thought to the mere fact that her consistency with what that meant still went against MOST of the other students as if as always she was the red pepper mixed in with all the green ones. “ I just came here for tea…— do you think the giant squid has a portal in its belly? ” she wondered if that sounded too out there, she did however like the idea of it; it turned something big and scary into something quite the opposite ( she imagined her grandma would’ve praised her creative thinking ).
sometimes it surprised him how sneaky she could be. or perhaps it was habituation-- to the almost silent steps caused by the usual lack of shoes. to getting used to her seemingly random visits. ( they were never random. ) to have created a bond and swore to no one, in particular, to protect her from anything that threatened to cause her any harm. whether it was some stupid kid or anything bigger. even if there was a lingering fear in the back of his head, in the pit of his stomach that if anything-- he was the bigger threat. because anyone he cared for surely left or worse. “--one that’s clearly not happening,” a simple shrug. he frankly didn’t care if he’s literally ruined one by not letting a student go out for its booze fix. “you shouldn’t be out so late.” clayton commented, like he always did, at this point it was mere greeting because while his words said something, his actions were always different. proof of that was the extra cup he’d brewed for her before she even showed up. “careful,” it was still hot as he slid it over to her, and as he blew on his own the steam flickered when he lowly chuckled. “have you been watching PINOCCHIO?” giant squid, whale. to-may-to....... to-mah-to?
“ chill, dude. ” yeah, that’s probably gonna set the guy off. not that it’s difficult. over the course of the few years axel’s been at arcanas, he’s surely tried to sneak through the gate and off campus a lot of times. in pretty much all of the cases, he’s been unsuccessful. but, hey — perseverance is key, right? at the very least he rejoices in making clayton lindemann’s day suck just a little bit more. “ i’m not here to defile your precious gate. ” this once. he’s also busy with searching for some magical fruit in a nearby bush. it’s for giving someone explosive diarrhea. but he’ll claim it’s for herbology, of course. “ last i checked, picking berries wasn’t against the rules. ”
clayton, in the great scheme of things, believes that people’s parents aren’t a reflection of who they are. ( if that were the case, he wouldn’t be the huge sac of waste he became. his own parents were pretty decent after all. ) axel nowak didn’t help his case. don’t deck a kid, don’t deck a kid. his stare is trained on the student-- because no matter how interested he looks in some berries, he can’t trust him. “don’t you have other places to pick them up? i believe those grow VERY DEEP into the forest,” aka get lost, “or near the graveyard.” aka go bother the grave dude instead.
WELL, THIS TEACHER PLUMMETED TO THE MIDDLE OF HIS LIST. above the teachers who woke him up, below the teachers who woke him up at the end of class. this teacher let him stay asleep, and now the day was over. which was, well, fuck. he didn’t care too much about attendance, nor about passing, okay, he didn’t care much about anything. but still, ya know,RUDE. “naw, i don’t snore.” if he did snore he would be caught a lot more than he was. well, actually he’d figure out some type of potion or spell for anti-snoring. but that wasn’t needed, lucky for him. that extra work just to sleep in class? that would suck. “i deffo heard something.” itcould have been his dream, perhaps. but well he was bored, and what if it wasn’t? “come on you’re not deaf yet, listen.”
for a moment the only sound between them was the swipe of the mop against the floor, followed by the water-filled bucked. repeat. clayton was aware not every student was there on their own accord, or to, you know, actually LEARN. if he was any better, he’d sit down and tell the other to take advantage of this, to not fall asleep in class, to try his best. but clayton wasn’t that kind of staff. or person, for the most part. “YET,” he scoffed. he was almost sure he’d go blind before he even went deaf or smell impaired. pros, and cons he’d supposed. ( like the fact he could tell something REEKED in this classroom. ) “i hear many things, kid.” if he paid attention to the range of things. laughs, voices, steps, music, and some other things he’d prefer NOT to hear. tune out. “what do YOU hear?’”
he’s N O T the student that’s been trying to sneak past the gates but he has re-appropriated their contraband for his own use after sending them back towards the school. it’s cheap booze, barely a step above boxed wine, but he’s not the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. he waves the bottle, a lazy smirk crossing his features as he leans up against the gate. “ nope. good guess though, wanna try again ? ” he cracks open the bottle, pulls a face at the taste before extending it towards clayton. “ it’s smirnoff ice. christ. that’s not a party, that’s a PUNISHMENT. ” he hums, contemplating. “ — hey, can i give someone an extra detention for having shitty taste ? no, don’t answer that. we both know i’m going to do it anyway. ”
“WARBECK,” a mix between a groan and a sigh laced with his typical grunt like tone. not the worst of teachers or staff surrounding the grounds-- but every time the other was mentioned or around, clayton couldn’t help but think of an overgrown child teaching children. “pass. i’d rather sip on kool-aid infused GASOLINE.” as a matter of fact, that was the perfect example to what he’d gotten. and only then his face relaxed an inch-- call it inner smile or whatever. “triple it down for being a complete pain in the ass. i believe it was one of your WATER DEMONS.” a tap on the mirror-like gate,” careful there, wouldn’t want this to ACCIDENTALLY activate and have you tumble to the other side with your sippy cup.”
walking into class a minute before the late bell rings and the door’s closed. how morgan’s always late, he’ll never know. ACTUALLY, that was the biggest lie ever, but that was an entirely different predicament and one he didn’t care to fix. his actual predicament fell into the concentration type, which was admittedly saying a lot. typically halfway through the school day, morgan NAPPED. he would give up, adjust himself in his desk in a position (hopefully) the teacher won’t take notice and just NAPS. but the reason he couldn’t concentrate in this moment had little to do with his habit of sleeping anywhere and at any time. in fact, he hasn’t even napped yet ( the most horrifying thing ever, he knows ). hell, he couldn’t even think about napping. all morgan could focus on was that weird HUMMING from outside. “the fuck…” was class almost over? ( he literally walked in minutes ago, and he was aching for the reprieve ). just to see what that fucking noise was– “you hear that too, right?” he wasn’t going insane, there was a humming outside and it was LOUD.
sometimes clayton would mumble about needing some vacations.after 8 long years. there was always some bullshit going on that made him this close to wanting to leave. BUT-- what else did he have but this? where would he go? ( plus he wouldn’t just up and leave as long as henley was still around, he’d made her a promise. ) his annoyance would pass. tasked with retrieving some forgotten item in the room and while he was at it help quickly clean up the room because ‘the janitor was sick and needed a day off.’ fuck, i need a day off. did everyone think the portal watched itself? it was better to get this over with, so as he pushed inside the classroom where only ONE kid was left. clayton didn’t put too much attention to him, he wasn’t the nap police. that was-- until the kid started speaking. to which clayton turned to look at him dead in the eyes. “NO.” with that said, he grabbed the mop from the bucket and heavily let it drop to the floor. “maybe you hear your own snores.”
to say his audition was PERFECT was an understatement. clayton could hear the steps before he could even see the person. annoyed, he slammed his hands against the table ( he’d JUST sat down with his TEA ) and stood up to round the corner as he growled profanities under his breath. "i swear if you come here one more time i’m going to feed you to the giant squid in the lake.” this kid had the AUDACITY to try and sneak out for the fifth time under an hour. needless to say, all of them were failed attempts. “PARTY’S OVER.” @arcanasstarters
( max riemelt, 33, he/him ) class is in session for CLAYTON LINDEMANN. according to the files, they’re a WEREWOLF currently working as a GATESKEEPER and they’ve been at the academy for 8 YEARS. the psychological report says they are VOLATILE and BLUNT, but they’re also CARING and PROTECTIVE. we wish them good luck in the new school year. | gaby, immortal, cst, she/her.
background ( tw for death, murder, depression, and mentions of suicide. )
clayton lived a normal life. he came from an average family, and minus his temper issues that deemed him an asshole at times. he was a hardworking and caring boy, while he wasn’t always the smartest he did his best. he was granted an opportunity to go to college and study engineering.
he was 19, when his life started going downhill.
one day, he got a call to get the news broken down to him. his family had died. it truly hurt to have to bury his parents– and while it wounded him deeply, clayton knew that he would outlive them someday. however, it hurt him the most, that he also had to bury his little sister. now that, was something he had never expected.
his grades started dropping, the casual drinking became constant, and his usual anger was the only thing that would keep him going. he picked up fights constantly, however, they rarely were so he could hurt someone, and instead it was so he could get hurt. the process was slow, and by the time he turned 22. he had gotten kicked out of college, had gotten dumped by his girlfriend, and lost most of his friends.
he had nothing.
the decision didn’t come from one day to the next, it had been there even before his parents and sister had died. clay had tried to push it away, to find things to hold onto, but it wasn’t enough. one night, he decided it was time. with a bottle of whiskey in one hand, and a shotgun in the other, clayton wandered into the deepest part of the woods, with his thoughts and feelings, hoping to never be found.
at the back of his mind, he’d felt like he wasn’t alone. but that was just a feeling wasn’t it? so he continued. before he could go on with his wandering for the spot he’d want to rest forever, a piercing scream cut through the air, shaking him to the core. for a second, he thought of ignoring it– he wouldn’t have to WORRY about it. but his legs were faster than his head, and he found himself stumbling hurriedly in between the trees in search for the source of the scream.
he didn’t see who or what did it. except for the carnage that it had left behind, it was hard for him to tell how many there had been. the only thing he could still figure out, was the woman giving her last breaths. there was nothing he could do for her, but one last thing…
“help me.”
the sound of gun shot bounced in the emptiness of the woods. and in that moment, clayton felt something shift. but not only that– in the darkness, he could see two bright eyes. he felt immediate panic– and it was in the moment that he realized something. he didn’t want to die. or at least, not like this. so he ran, and ran… as fast as his legs could take him. until he tripped, and the thing following him lundged on top of him.
clayton knew it was over. he felt the weight on top of him, the breathing against his face, and the growling ringing in his ears… but nothing else was happening. opening his eyes, he saw it– a wolf. he was frozen, just waiting for the wolf to finish this. but it didn’t, instead a howl in the distance, made it go back… and so… clayton walked away that night.
that hadn’t been all, had it? it had been that night that he triggered the werewolf gene that had run in his family unbeknown to him. the rest… was pretty much history. clayton had gotten thrown in a new world he hadn’t know anything of. that there were more things than mere humans. that he’d never been human in the first place. he researched and taught himself how to be this.
personality:
stereotypical hothead werewolf. anger issues for days. anger is expressed both outward as inward. type to fight anything and anyone even if it can kill him. super protective. will throw hands for you, and will throw hands against you. the type of guy to say something along the lines of “you’re going to get yourself killed” and turn around and do something that could get him killed. has probably punched someone out of worry instead of hugging them lol. a bit of a hero complex. will always be there for you.
in arcanas:
being a werewolf was something he pretty much taught himself how to be. while he’s joined packs here and there, clayton eventually leaves them. until he found a pack that simply didn’t want to let him go. so he went on a run. it was until he heard of arcanas– he wasn’t fit to be inside a school with so many teenagers but the headmaster gave him a chance.
clayton is basically the hagrid of arcanas. he lives in small room in the woods, and takes care of the gates/portal. so every person that wants to go in or out the school has to go through him first. fun. he arrived 8 years ago, and ever since there had been many rumours surrounding him. from saying he’s a convicted murderer ( this doesn’t bother him )… to saying he killed his family. ( this? yes, okay this hurts. yikes )
how did your muse become their species? were they born or made?
he was born. even if no one in that family knew they were wolves. :clown:
( teachers ) is your muse an arcanas alumni? if yes, what house?
he wasn’t an alumni. he heard of arcanas through passing.
what would your muse do if they found out that the zanzara orb was stolen from the armory?
grow defensive and highkey alert to the 1023495940% + turn into an eternal ben affleck meme.
