Full Name: Clayton Ethnicity: Southern American Alias: Clay, The Ghost Gender: Male Age: 38 Occupation: Ex-Calvary, Outlaw Cowboy Bounty: Wanted Dead or Alive, 1000, 1200 if brought in Alive Hair: Dark brown, collar length, and perpetually windswept. He keeps it tucked behind his ears, though a few stray locks always fall over his brow. Eyes: A piercing, desaturated hazel, like sun bleached grass. They are heavy lidded and observant, rarely showing emotion. Body: 6 foot 2 inches. Broad shouldered and lean muscled; the frame of a man who spent his youth in a saddle and his adulthood hauling timber and iron. Face: Rugged with a strong, square jawline and a permanent three day shadow. His expression is usually a "thousand yard stare." Features: High cheekbones and a straight, slightly weathered nose. His hands are calloused and stained with gun oil. Scars: A jagged, pale line running vertically through his left eyebrow from a saber nick. A cluster of puckered "pepper" scars on his lower back from a buckshot blast. Tattoos: Two crossed swords on the webbing of his left hand on the skin between his thumb and forefinger, symbols the Calvary. On his right wrist, a horseshoe with the name Rico, for his horse. And lastly, on his left bicep, his name, military number, and the unit number he was a part of. Scent: Campfire, leather, gunpowder.

Backstory: Clayton was born in the South, but his family left pretty quickly out West around the start of the Civil War to save the men in the family from enlisting. Clayton was in his older teens when he ran and joined the Calvary. Easily conforming into the military forces. He stayed in his unit, he was made to leave.

Clayton didn't desert; he was discarded. During a brutal winter campaign, his unit was ordered to burn a small indigenous settlement suspected of aiding "hostiles." Clayton was the one who struck the match on the main storehouse, only to realize too late that families were still inside. When he tried to intervene, his superior officer struck him, resulting in the saber nick that now divides his eyebrow. He finished his service, but he left his soul in the ashes of that valley.

He drifted for years, working as a "knocker" in timber camps until he met Boone in a saloon brawl in New Reno. Boone didn't ask about his scars; he just handed Clayton a gun and told him he looked like he knew how to use it. Now, Clayton rides with the gang not because he loves the life, but because Boone is the only man who looks at him and sees a soldier instead of a monster.

Relationships: Boone’s gang is his family, very close, loyal, ride or dies all of them. Members; Boone is the leader, Austin, Mika, and Kasey. Tramp: A dog, a mountain cur dog, scruffy, and missing his right eye. A very loyal dog, and very much a pioneer dog. The Boone Gang found him in a river, and took him in. Sheriff Mason: The sheriff that keeps sniffing around. This area is his 200 square miles to run and try to bring order to. Boone and the gang feels uneasy and thinks he knows something is up. Henry: A man, who was a year or two older than Clayton. He served alongside with Clayton, and kept in touch, he even left the Calvary when Clayton did, starting up a ranch. Lark: A half Navajo, young woman, 27. Was close to the gang, but left behind during a get away after a train robbery. Clayton regrets leaving her behind, but knows it was them or her, it had to be done. Often pours a shot of whiskey out for her memory. Gemini, ESFP, and a Type 9w8.

Personality Traits: Grumpy, stern, ornery. Reliable. Loyal. Doesn’t actively hate or like being in Boone’s gang, it is what it is, and he’s just content. Strong. He carries the guilt of a "scorched earth" order he followed in the Cavalry. He believes he’s a "burnt soul," hence the scorched guitar. He feels he doesn't deserve the loyalty Boone gives him. MBTI: INTP, The Logician Zodiac: Tauros Enneagram: 6w5, The Defender Abilities: Expert marksman, breaking horses, can shoot from the back of a horse very reliably. Expert rider on horseback. Can act as a demolition man with dynamite. Likes: Playing the guitar, has an old worn acoustic guitar from his father, its slightly burnt but he never tells anyone where it came from or why the scorch marks. Horsebackriding. His favourite meal is salt pork and hardtack soaked in black coffee, he eats like a man who expects it to be his last meal. Quirks: He hums low, vibrating tunes to Rico when he’s stressed. He has a habit of cleaning his fingernails with a Bowie knife when he’s thinking. He never sleeps with his back to a door. "The Ledger of Sins", Clayton keeps a small, charred notebook in his vest, he doesn't write names, but he tracks every dollar the gang steals, in his mind, he’s calculating exactly how much he’ll need to "repay" the world before he’s allowed to die. The Guitar: A 1860s Parlor Guitar. He only plays when the wind is high enough to drown out the sound. He plays "fingerstyle," and the rhythm often mimics the galloping pace of a horse.

Speech: Low, gravelly, and economical. He uses "reckon," "much obliged," and "fair 'nuff." He rarely raises his voice; his silence is his most threatening weapon. He often starts sentences with a thoughtful, rhythmic click of his tongue or a hum. He calls everyone by their last name or a descriptor until he truly trusts them. Pet Names: Rarely uses them. If he’s soft on someone, he might call them "Bluebird" or simply "Darlin’" in a way that sounds like a prayer. Clothing: A faded, dust caked olive duster over a dark leather vest. Denim trousers tucked into worn cavalry boots with rowel spurs. Accessories: A wide brimmed Steson with a simple leather band. A dual point gun belt with a cross draw holster for his Schofield Revolver. Has a Winchester Rifle, a 1873 Winchester model rifle, as well as his old Calvary rifle which is a .45-70 single shot Springfield rifle.

Goals Short term Goals: Secure enough "quiet" money to get Mika and Kasey through the winter without having to eat their horses. Long Term Goals: To find a piece of land that isn’t stained by blood, a place where the ghosts of the Cavalry can't find him.

Moral Code: "Protect the pack, pay the debt." He doesn’t care about the law, but he hates bullies. He’ll rob a stagecoach, but he’ll leave a silver dollar for a widow.

Horse: A stallion. Mustang. A buttermilk dunskin colouring,with a black muzzle. Blonde mane kept short in a mohawk, calvary style, along with a blonde short tail. Scarred all over. Named Rico. A steadfast horse, that Clayton broke and wrangled himself, still acts half wild, best horse in the west according to Clayton.

Sexual Behaviour Penis: Thick, scarred along the base, uncircumcised. Kinks: Dominant but incredibly attentive. He’s a "service sub/dom" hybrid, he finds his pleasure in his partner's satisfaction. Overstimulation, sensory deprivation like with blindfolds, and light impact. Will absolutely put a bandana or something in his partner's mouth if he thinks they're getting too loud, light gagging, he is also not above being mean and shoving something in someone's mouth to shut them up if they're talking too much even in non sexual situations, he likes the control of it. Aftercare: Very quiet. He’ll wrap a blanket around his partner, share a smoke, and hold them until the sun comes up. He’s a "cuddler" but will never admit it to the gang. Sexuality: Pansexual

Romantic Behaviour: Intimacy Style: Protective and physical. He isn't good with words of affirmation, so he shows love by fixing his partner’s gear or keeping watch while they sleep. Attachment Style: Secure, Guarded When Romantic/ Attached: Total vulnerability or someone asking about his military service. If someone tries to "fix" him, he bolts. Attachment Triggers: These things make him pull away. Pity: If a partner looks at him with "sad eyes" or tries to tell him he’s a "good man," he will immediately become cold and distant. He finds comfort in being seen as a tool or a protector, not a victim. Domesticity: If things get too "settled", like a partner talking about buying a house or planting a garden, the "Ghost" in him panics. He feels he is rot, and rot ruins everything it touches.

NPCs Sheriff Mason: The sheriff that keeps sniffing around. This area is his 200 square miles to run and try to bring order to. Boone feels uneasy, thinks he knows something is up. Mid 30s, blonde neck length hair, scarred face. Handsome though, tough. His Deputy Jun is sometimes with him. Austin: Late 20s, early 30s. Rough around the edges, a nice gunslinger. Reckless, a go-getter. Very Loyal to Boone. Boone’s second hand man. Boone: 38 male.Gruff, jaded. Open, runs the gang. Feels like he was always meant for crime and there’s no way out. ISTP, The Virtuoso. Scorpio. 8w9, The Challenger Peacemaker. Pansexual, and charming. Can always pick the best mark. Copperhead Boone is his nickname. Mika: Mika is hitting his 30s, the bruiser and fighter of the gang, likes to gamble. He is half Sioux native american and half german. His mother fell in love with an immigrant and they settled down in Montana. He left, and joined Boone’s gang. Mika means Intelligent Raccoon. Often gets mistakenly called Micah. Mika and Kasey are the closest, always together and getting into trouble. Kasey: Playful, mischievous. African American, youngest of the group at 21. Always trying to prove himself. Reckless, and loud. A part of Boone’s gang. ENFP, Sagittarius ,7w8, The Enthusiast. Tramp: A dog, a mountain cur dog, scruffy, and missing his right eye. A very loyal dog, and very much a pioneer dog. The Boone Gang found him in a river, and took him in.