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Name Clayton Harrison Savage
[break]Nicknames Clay, Savage
[break]Name Symbolism (OOC) Clayton- Canonical First Name Harrison- No particular reason. I just liked it. Savage- It’s a really good Villain last name! and he’s also the younger brother of Helen Katrina Savage and the older brother of Gaston Lelgume Savage.
[break]Age 33
[break]Date of Birth October 29th
[break]Occupation Game Warden
[break]Height 6’2”
[break]Weight 240 lbs.
[break]Body Fat 5%
[break]Hair Brown/Graying - Clayton's hair started graying in his late teens, a trait passed down from his father.
[break]Eyes Brown
[break]Face Claim Michael Fassbender
[break]Sexuality Bisexual
[break]Relationship Status Single
[break][break]
It’s a funny coincidence that Clayton’s last name is Savage. Sometimes he can be downright brutal, so the name is apt. Even when he was a young boy he was known as the tease, the bully, and the one to be afraid of. Those that proved they could stand up to him were respected and left alone, but the weaker of the lot got picked on, and later, as Clayton grew into a muscled, powerful young man, pushed around. He is a mean-spirited person, even more so than most people. He gets angry easily, and tends to be violent. Clayton was raised in a militaristic household, so from the first he was taught to be self-sufficient, and that often meant taking what you wanted by force. He has no problem with killing and loves hunting deer and other wild creatures. This is why he is the local Game Warden, and not a good one at that- he lets people hunt out of season, and oftentimes does so himself. He's very intent on stirring up trouble wherever he goes. He'll act on his wits and strength before thinking everything through.
[break]Clayton is also commanding. He likes being in control, and is actually very good at it. Clayton couldn't have gotten that on his own hard work; it has been bred into him through the genes of his general father, or beaten into him by the same man. If he had any better intentions he would be a wonderful leader. Unfortunately he's also a micromanager, and that, combined with the aforementioned angry personality, causes a lot of problems. He craves power over everything else. Challenge his authority and you may find yourself sneered at, torn down, humiliated, or even battered and bruised.
[break]And man, what an ego! I won't go into the normal cliche and say that he thinks that he is the best thing since sliced bread... But really, that's what Clay thinks. His pride is bigger than himself sometimes.
[break][break]But don't get me wrong, he can be a gentleman, faking concern and care to manipulate you to his will. Especially when he first meets you, he will seem kind and genial, and nothing close to the nightmare he really is. His smile is a slight bit intoxicating; but be careful falling under its spell. Always keep in mind what he's hiding.
[break][break]
Some of Clayton's earliest memories are of screaming- his father's screaming, to be more exact. An endless, high-pitched, cacophonous trill that to this day rings in his ears and is always mocking him with "You have to be a man! Life's not going to let you apologize for anything, and there's no time for failure! So get down and give me fifty!"
[break]From the beginning it was that way- endless punishment when you did something right, endless punishment when you did something wrong. This was the majority of Clayton's childhood, as well as having to pack up his things constantly in anticipation of another move. Having a high-ranking British military officer for a father and in contrast a shy mother who was beautiful, but allowed her husband to beat her around was not easy. It required that they take up residence in a new base every few months, as dad made his rounds giving official troop orders. After a while, Clayton just decided that he would never use his closet or his dresser- just keep his clothes in his trunk, so whenever the general announced that they were moving, all Clayton had to do was shut the lid, pick it up, and go. Clayton absolutely detested having to go and meet new people and get used to new surroundings. As a result he was a bitter child, and got in trouble for beating up smaller boys quite frequently. His father did nothing about it, believing his son's lashing out to be just part of growing up. He, too, after all, had the same problem in school.
[break]Moving up into higher education, Clayton didn't really find a niche academically, but in sports and athletics he was a strong contender. All those rounds of conditioning had paid off. He was a champion weightlifter and wrestler, and played rugby and enjoyed it intensely. It was a chance to take out his aggression on something other than younger kids.
[break]And so Clayton became kind of that jock kid, that everyone hates but has established a reputation as impossible to beat, so no one dares challenge him. He could be courteous, though, when he wanted to be. He had a constant girlfriend, who mostly just earned the claim to fame as his significant other. Clayton was never the touchy-feely person others were.
[break][break]A love of hunting was instilled early in his teen years, after a family friend showed him how to use a gun and then took him on an expedition to Africa, where they spent a weekend hunting the animals there. Instantly Clayton was addicted to the adrenaline rush that it created to shoot a rampaging beast, and hunting for sport became a favorite hobby of his.
[break]After graduation, he decided to go ahead and become a soldier like his father. So he went through boot camp and went into service- but he didn't like it as much as he thought he would. So after his first six years he quit. It made his dad very mad, but it didn't matter too much to the still young and still powerful and independent Clayton. Venturing out into the world to find his place, he eventually found work as part of a travel agency that specially booked big game hunting trips. He was the guy who went with tours of people and was their guide. It was the perfect job for him- he could hunt and work at he same time, and the military had given him the tracking skills and quick reaction needed to survive the godforsaken terrain and anything that might throw itself at you. After a while, he had collected a bunch of trophies that graced his walls- an elephant head, forever frozen in a scowl of fury, leopards and leopard skins, zebra and lion skin carpets, you name it. Still, the Savannah got boring after a while. Clayton felt that it was time for some new challenges.
[break][break]And it was around that time when he got a most interesting offer.
[break]One day, a strange man came and visited Clayton at work. Proceeding to explain that he was a scientist, he told Clayton that he needed a guide and bodyguard for an expedition he and his daughter Jane were planning to the southern jungles of Africa. Those uninhabited, unexplored regions were just waiting for a human to walk in and discover their secrets.
[break]Initially, Clayton refused the proposal. He wasn't going to the brutal, mosquito-infested jungle just to help an old coot and his underage daughter around. It would be utterly pointless. But, then, he learned that there were tales of a creature inhabiting those jungles more terrifying than any had ever seen... it was a monkey, but a lot bigger, and with no tail. Their fangs were terrible and sometimes they ate each other, which led some to believe that they would not hesitate to eat humans. Every zoo in Britain was eager to get their hands on one or two, and fame and fortune would favor the man who brought them back from the jungles. Almost immediately upon hearing the story from a highly reputable man at the bar, Clayton realized that the Porters might be his key to the beasts. Dreaming of untold riches and power, he hatched a plan. It was foolproof. There would be no one to stop him. What could the old man and girl do?
[break]He went back to Professor Porter and told him that he had changed his mind.
[break][break]Two months later, they were on the ship to Africa. Though the captain was commander of the vessel, Clayton was the true monarch. He had manipulated the crew so that all would do his bidding. The cargo hold, in addition to all the regular supplies, held massive cages just waiting for real, live, vicious gorillas.
[break]He had met Jane Porter for the first time getting on the boat, and had been pleasantly surprised to see not a young girl as he had expected, but a cultured, proper young lady. Her looks were not bad either. And her spunky personality touched Clayton in a way he had never been touched before. As the journey progressed, he found himself falling in love with her. Still his focus was on his plan, and letting his smile, charm, and promise of safety convince them that nothing was wrong, that their exploration mission had nothing to do with him.
[break]Finally they got there and anchored off the coast. Going in a longboat to the shore took no time at all. As he stepped on the sand by the jungle for the first time, Clayton could sense the epic adventure waiting.
[break][break]However, there was one thing that Clayton had not expected at all: for there to be opposition, in the form of a savage man. Honestly he thought that Jane was bluffing when she alleged that a man who acted and spoke to monkeys had saved her from baboons. If it wasn't for the tattered state of the dress she had worn the day before, and the fact that she had been missing for the last few hours, he would have pronounced her crazy on the spot. But of course Clay had no choice but to believe her when the next day, he came dropping in- a man clad only in a loincloth, with long brown dreadlocked hair and the most striking blue-green eyes. His name, apparently, was Tarzan. But that was the only word he could say in English, so it really wasn't a name at all. The savage man was a curiosity to Clayton. He wondered where this Tarzan had come from, and why he had a European skin type and eye color. Perhaps he had been marooned here and had forgotten humans. It really was a puzzle.
[break]However, it didn't take long before the fact came out that Tarzan had been raised by gorillas, and was especially buddy-buddy with them. This made Clayton excited. He might be the key to his plan to capture some big ape.
[break]Now it just came down to how to manipulate the situation to his liking... and in figuring out how to do so, he had to confront his own jealousy and rage. You see, it became clear as they taught Tarzan about England and civilized life, that Jane and Tarzan had feelings for each other. Clayton, still being in love with her to a degree, found himself angry and bitter. Still he managed to keep it all bottled up, and was constantly pressing the savage man for the location of the Gorilla nest. Tarzan always refused to tell, unfortunately, so while Jane and Archimedes were getting valuable research done, Clayton wasn't getting any closer to his goal.
[break][break]Soon it was about time to go back to England, and Clayton had a broken heart and no Gorillas. All because of a wild man whom he now considered to be no more than another beast. Still, he had one last thing going for him, and that was the confused feelings between Tarzan and Jane. On the very last day they were to stay in the jungle, Tarzan asked Jane to stay with him. Though Jane's love for him compelled her to stay, she still was devoted to her father, and she was torn apart. She ran away crying. Tarzan was crestfallen.
[break]Clayton saw his chance in that nt, and in typical Clayton fashion, slyly implied, "If you had only taken us to the gorillas in the first place..." and said that Jane would definitely agree to stay if he did so. Tarzan finally relented, and rounded up Archimedes and Jane.
[break]Though Tarzan told them all to close their eyes on the way to the nest, Clayton peeked and forged a map to the place as they went along. Thankfully when they got there the alpha male gorilla wasn't there, and so it gave Jane and Professor Porter time to play with the females and little ones.
[break]However it wasn't long before Kerchak returned, and immediately set himself on Clayton. Thankfully Tarzan, in an act of bravery and protection, managed to topple the big silverback, and save Clayton from getting ripped to shreds. Still, Clayton didn't think any different of the wild man. He was just an obstacle at this point. Clayton, Jane, and Archimedes managed to get to safety with Tarzan's help. Originally Tarzan hadn't planned to come with them, but now that he was an outcast from the Gorillas, he had no other place to go. While Clayton, Jane, and Archimedes packed up their things, the savage disappeared into the forest for a while.
[break]He came back wearing a suit- an actual English suit, complete with shoes and tie. No one knew where he got it, but that wasn't important at the moment.
[break][break]At the brig, Jane, the Professor, and Tarzan found out the terrible truth when they tried to get the captain to raise anchor and head home. The captain refused, and Clayton proceeded to take them and tie them up, telling them meanwhile about how this had been his expedition all along, and he was here for the gorillas. Tarzan made a valiant effort to escape, by using his agility and mastery of jumping, but his shoes were what were his undoing in the end, and he was thrown with the Professor and Jane in the end as well. The crew drug out the cages, and prepared to make the long wait for nightfall, when they could quietly sneak back in to the forest and apprehend the sleeping apes.
[break]Finally the time came, and Clayton and his men went to the forest to take their prize, setting up traps with cages just in case the apes were to run away. Just as he had suspected, the big beasts were sleeping when they returned to their nests. The silverback male woke up first and set upon the hunters, but a net quickly put him out of commission and the rest of the troop could be apprehended easily. It wasn't long before Kerchak broke free, but Clayton easily put him down once again, and went in to outright kill him, in revenge for everything- trying to kill him earlier in the day, and partly in revenge for Tarzan taking away Jane and his chance at fame. This would be it.
[break]But there was suddenly a roar from the nearby jungle came, and Tarzan emerged with other forest animals. Some of the dumb men got scared and ran into the very traps they were supposed to put gorillas in. Tarzan knocked Clayton over, preventing him from shooting the big gorilla that was his prize. Tarzan managed to rescue Kerchak and leap away into the fight before Clayton could do anything else.
[break][break]Kerchak, too, turned to fight other men, and so Clayton was left alone. Alone, for a brief moment. Watching everything. Watching his plan fall apart. And once again, all because of a man who had never lived among other people, just animals, in this godforsaken jungle. Clayton was filled with such rage, his vision turned redder- and redder- and then he snapped. Raging, he dropped to a knee and found the very man he hated so much, and senselessly, quickly pulled the trigger, hitting Tarzan in the arm. Clayton was about to pull the trigger again when suddenly a big black gorilla reared up in the line of fire-and fell as the shot tore into him. The big ape fell to the ground.
[break]It was Tarzan's turn to fly into a rage. He leaped upon Clayton and the two fell to the ground, exchanging blows. Clayton managed to force the man back with his gun. Tarzan then hopped up into the trees.
[break]Why did Clayton follow when he knew he wouldn't have the advantage up there? A fit of rage might have been to blame, or perhaps he wanted to make it more fair, because he had the advantage on the ground... but in any case, Clayton went tree climbing, and he finally faced Tarzan in the savage's home territory, where they could have a more even hand-to-hand bout. After a while Tarzan managed to kick Clayton off of the branch they were on, and grab the gun. Thinking himself over and done for, Clayton put on a twisted smile, and told Tarzan to just shoot him, goading him to "Be a Man".
[break]Of course the savage refused, and broke the rifle. Really, seeing the broken rifle in Tarzan's hand was more of a defeat than having a bullet through his brain. In some terrible attempt to retain his dignity, Clayton pulled his machete from his hip and rushed at Tarzan. More and more vines collected around Clayton as the chase progressed, and finally all the vines brought Clayton to a dead standstill. Still, the villain fought on, reaching whatever vines he could with his teeth and hacking away at the rest with his machete.
[break]Unfortunately, the one he could not reach was the one circling his neck... and he didn't realize what was about to happen until it was too late. Clayton remembers falling the vine tightening as he did so...
[break][break]
[break]And then waking up to the light of morning streaming in through the windows behind him. He lifted his chin off of his hand, and looked down. A cup filled with cold, black coffee sat on the table. He had slept here, he knew, in the kitchen. The remains of a cooking fire faintly glowed in the fireplace. His name was Clayton Harrison Savage, the strange thought floated to his mind. And for some reason, he was angry. Angry at everyone, jealous, raging, unsuccessful at his mission. ... but unsuccessful at what? He couldn't recall, for the life of him.
Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs. A blonde woman came down: his little sister, Helen Katrina. Now that he thought about it, he was the oldest of three children. Helen acted a little stiff at first, but they started up a conversation, like an early morning I-don't-quite-know-what-I'm-doing conversation.
[break]Soon, another set of footsteps echoed from the hall, and Gaston Lelgume emerged into the light. The three of them. A family. Katrina was a castle guard and spy, Gaston owned the local pub, and Clayton? Oh, that was easy when he looked over at the wall where the coats were hung and saw the double-barrelled rifle. He was the local game warden. It wasn't currently deer season, but he felt like going and shooting a buck or two today. What could anyone do about it?
[break][break]And so Clayton has been having a ball doing villain things with his brother and sister. He likes to go hunting with Gaston. Watch out for the Savage clan, they are trouble.
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Player Bry
[break]Other Characters Daniel Johnston and Carl Fredricksen
Basics
Name Clayton Harrison Savage
[break]Nicknames Clay, Savage
[break]Name Symbolism (OOC) Clayton- Canonical First Name Harrison- No particular reason. I just liked it. Savage- It’s a really good Villain last name! and he’s also the younger brother of Helen Katrina Savage and the older brother of Gaston Lelgume Savage.
[break]Age 33
[break]Date of Birth October 29th
[break]Occupation Game Warden
[break]Height 6’2”
[break]Weight 240 lbs.
[break]Body Fat 5%
[break]Hair Brown/Graying - Clayton's hair started graying in his late teens, a trait passed down from his father.
[break]Eyes Brown
[break]Face Claim Michael Fassbender
[break]Sexuality Bisexual
[break]Relationship Status Single
[break][break]
Personality
It’s a funny coincidence that Clayton’s last name is Savage. Sometimes he can be downright brutal, so the name is apt. Even when he was a young boy he was known as the tease, the bully, and the one to be afraid of. Those that proved they could stand up to him were respected and left alone, but the weaker of the lot got picked on, and later, as Clayton grew into a muscled, powerful young man, pushed around. He is a mean-spirited person, even more so than most people. He gets angry easily, and tends to be violent. Clayton was raised in a militaristic household, so from the first he was taught to be self-sufficient, and that often meant taking what you wanted by force. He has no problem with killing and loves hunting deer and other wild creatures. This is why he is the local Game Warden, and not a good one at that- he lets people hunt out of season, and oftentimes does so himself. He's very intent on stirring up trouble wherever he goes. He'll act on his wits and strength before thinking everything through.
[break]Clayton is also commanding. He likes being in control, and is actually very good at it. Clayton couldn't have gotten that on his own hard work; it has been bred into him through the genes of his general father, or beaten into him by the same man. If he had any better intentions he would be a wonderful leader. Unfortunately he's also a micromanager, and that, combined with the aforementioned angry personality, causes a lot of problems. He craves power over everything else. Challenge his authority and you may find yourself sneered at, torn down, humiliated, or even battered and bruised.
[break]And man, what an ego! I won't go into the normal cliche and say that he thinks that he is the best thing since sliced bread... But really, that's what Clay thinks. His pride is bigger than himself sometimes.
[break][break]But don't get me wrong, he can be a gentleman, faking concern and care to manipulate you to his will. Especially when he first meets you, he will seem kind and genial, and nothing close to the nightmare he really is. His smile is a slight bit intoxicating; but be careful falling under its spell. Always keep in mind what he's hiding.
[break][break]
Backstory
Some of Clayton's earliest memories are of screaming- his father's screaming, to be more exact. An endless, high-pitched, cacophonous trill that to this day rings in his ears and is always mocking him with "You have to be a man! Life's not going to let you apologize for anything, and there's no time for failure! So get down and give me fifty!"
[break]From the beginning it was that way- endless punishment when you did something right, endless punishment when you did something wrong. This was the majority of Clayton's childhood, as well as having to pack up his things constantly in anticipation of another move. Having a high-ranking British military officer for a father and in contrast a shy mother who was beautiful, but allowed her husband to beat her around was not easy. It required that they take up residence in a new base every few months, as dad made his rounds giving official troop orders. After a while, Clayton just decided that he would never use his closet or his dresser- just keep his clothes in his trunk, so whenever the general announced that they were moving, all Clayton had to do was shut the lid, pick it up, and go. Clayton absolutely detested having to go and meet new people and get used to new surroundings. As a result he was a bitter child, and got in trouble for beating up smaller boys quite frequently. His father did nothing about it, believing his son's lashing out to be just part of growing up. He, too, after all, had the same problem in school.
[break]Moving up into higher education, Clayton didn't really find a niche academically, but in sports and athletics he was a strong contender. All those rounds of conditioning had paid off. He was a champion weightlifter and wrestler, and played rugby and enjoyed it intensely. It was a chance to take out his aggression on something other than younger kids.
[break]And so Clayton became kind of that jock kid, that everyone hates but has established a reputation as impossible to beat, so no one dares challenge him. He could be courteous, though, when he wanted to be. He had a constant girlfriend, who mostly just earned the claim to fame as his significant other. Clayton was never the touchy-feely person others were.
[break][break]A love of hunting was instilled early in his teen years, after a family friend showed him how to use a gun and then took him on an expedition to Africa, where they spent a weekend hunting the animals there. Instantly Clayton was addicted to the adrenaline rush that it created to shoot a rampaging beast, and hunting for sport became a favorite hobby of his.
[break]After graduation, he decided to go ahead and become a soldier like his father. So he went through boot camp and went into service- but he didn't like it as much as he thought he would. So after his first six years he quit. It made his dad very mad, but it didn't matter too much to the still young and still powerful and independent Clayton. Venturing out into the world to find his place, he eventually found work as part of a travel agency that specially booked big game hunting trips. He was the guy who went with tours of people and was their guide. It was the perfect job for him- he could hunt and work at he same time, and the military had given him the tracking skills and quick reaction needed to survive the godforsaken terrain and anything that might throw itself at you. After a while, he had collected a bunch of trophies that graced his walls- an elephant head, forever frozen in a scowl of fury, leopards and leopard skins, zebra and lion skin carpets, you name it. Still, the Savannah got boring after a while. Clayton felt that it was time for some new challenges.
[break][break]And it was around that time when he got a most interesting offer.
[break]One day, a strange man came and visited Clayton at work. Proceeding to explain that he was a scientist, he told Clayton that he needed a guide and bodyguard for an expedition he and his daughter Jane were planning to the southern jungles of Africa. Those uninhabited, unexplored regions were just waiting for a human to walk in and discover their secrets.
[break]Initially, Clayton refused the proposal. He wasn't going to the brutal, mosquito-infested jungle just to help an old coot and his underage daughter around. It would be utterly pointless. But, then, he learned that there were tales of a creature inhabiting those jungles more terrifying than any had ever seen... it was a monkey, but a lot bigger, and with no tail. Their fangs were terrible and sometimes they ate each other, which led some to believe that they would not hesitate to eat humans. Every zoo in Britain was eager to get their hands on one or two, and fame and fortune would favor the man who brought them back from the jungles. Almost immediately upon hearing the story from a highly reputable man at the bar, Clayton realized that the Porters might be his key to the beasts. Dreaming of untold riches and power, he hatched a plan. It was foolproof. There would be no one to stop him. What could the old man and girl do?
[break]He went back to Professor Porter and told him that he had changed his mind.
[break][break]Two months later, they were on the ship to Africa. Though the captain was commander of the vessel, Clayton was the true monarch. He had manipulated the crew so that all would do his bidding. The cargo hold, in addition to all the regular supplies, held massive cages just waiting for real, live, vicious gorillas.
[break]He had met Jane Porter for the first time getting on the boat, and had been pleasantly surprised to see not a young girl as he had expected, but a cultured, proper young lady. Her looks were not bad either. And her spunky personality touched Clayton in a way he had never been touched before. As the journey progressed, he found himself falling in love with her. Still his focus was on his plan, and letting his smile, charm, and promise of safety convince them that nothing was wrong, that their exploration mission had nothing to do with him.
[break]Finally they got there and anchored off the coast. Going in a longboat to the shore took no time at all. As he stepped on the sand by the jungle for the first time, Clayton could sense the epic adventure waiting.
[break][break]However, there was one thing that Clayton had not expected at all: for there to be opposition, in the form of a savage man. Honestly he thought that Jane was bluffing when she alleged that a man who acted and spoke to monkeys had saved her from baboons. If it wasn't for the tattered state of the dress she had worn the day before, and the fact that she had been missing for the last few hours, he would have pronounced her crazy on the spot. But of course Clay had no choice but to believe her when the next day, he came dropping in- a man clad only in a loincloth, with long brown dreadlocked hair and the most striking blue-green eyes. His name, apparently, was Tarzan. But that was the only word he could say in English, so it really wasn't a name at all. The savage man was a curiosity to Clayton. He wondered where this Tarzan had come from, and why he had a European skin type and eye color. Perhaps he had been marooned here and had forgotten humans. It really was a puzzle.
[break]However, it didn't take long before the fact came out that Tarzan had been raised by gorillas, and was especially buddy-buddy with them. This made Clayton excited. He might be the key to his plan to capture some big ape.
[break]Now it just came down to how to manipulate the situation to his liking... and in figuring out how to do so, he had to confront his own jealousy and rage. You see, it became clear as they taught Tarzan about England and civilized life, that Jane and Tarzan had feelings for each other. Clayton, still being in love with her to a degree, found himself angry and bitter. Still he managed to keep it all bottled up, and was constantly pressing the savage man for the location of the Gorilla nest. Tarzan always refused to tell, unfortunately, so while Jane and Archimedes were getting valuable research done, Clayton wasn't getting any closer to his goal.
[break][break]Soon it was about time to go back to England, and Clayton had a broken heart and no Gorillas. All because of a wild man whom he now considered to be no more than another beast. Still, he had one last thing going for him, and that was the confused feelings between Tarzan and Jane. On the very last day they were to stay in the jungle, Tarzan asked Jane to stay with him. Though Jane's love for him compelled her to stay, she still was devoted to her father, and she was torn apart. She ran away crying. Tarzan was crestfallen.
[break]Clayton saw his chance in that nt, and in typical Clayton fashion, slyly implied, "If you had only taken us to the gorillas in the first place..." and said that Jane would definitely agree to stay if he did so. Tarzan finally relented, and rounded up Archimedes and Jane.
[break]Though Tarzan told them all to close their eyes on the way to the nest, Clayton peeked and forged a map to the place as they went along. Thankfully when they got there the alpha male gorilla wasn't there, and so it gave Jane and Professor Porter time to play with the females and little ones.
[break]However it wasn't long before Kerchak returned, and immediately set himself on Clayton. Thankfully Tarzan, in an act of bravery and protection, managed to topple the big silverback, and save Clayton from getting ripped to shreds. Still, Clayton didn't think any different of the wild man. He was just an obstacle at this point. Clayton, Jane, and Archimedes managed to get to safety with Tarzan's help. Originally Tarzan hadn't planned to come with them, but now that he was an outcast from the Gorillas, he had no other place to go. While Clayton, Jane, and Archimedes packed up their things, the savage disappeared into the forest for a while.
[break]He came back wearing a suit- an actual English suit, complete with shoes and tie. No one knew where he got it, but that wasn't important at the moment.
[break][break]At the brig, Jane, the Professor, and Tarzan found out the terrible truth when they tried to get the captain to raise anchor and head home. The captain refused, and Clayton proceeded to take them and tie them up, telling them meanwhile about how this had been his expedition all along, and he was here for the gorillas. Tarzan made a valiant effort to escape, by using his agility and mastery of jumping, but his shoes were what were his undoing in the end, and he was thrown with the Professor and Jane in the end as well. The crew drug out the cages, and prepared to make the long wait for nightfall, when they could quietly sneak back in to the forest and apprehend the sleeping apes.
[break]Finally the time came, and Clayton and his men went to the forest to take their prize, setting up traps with cages just in case the apes were to run away. Just as he had suspected, the big beasts were sleeping when they returned to their nests. The silverback male woke up first and set upon the hunters, but a net quickly put him out of commission and the rest of the troop could be apprehended easily. It wasn't long before Kerchak broke free, but Clayton easily put him down once again, and went in to outright kill him, in revenge for everything- trying to kill him earlier in the day, and partly in revenge for Tarzan taking away Jane and his chance at fame. This would be it.
[break]But there was suddenly a roar from the nearby jungle came, and Tarzan emerged with other forest animals. Some of the dumb men got scared and ran into the very traps they were supposed to put gorillas in. Tarzan knocked Clayton over, preventing him from shooting the big gorilla that was his prize. Tarzan managed to rescue Kerchak and leap away into the fight before Clayton could do anything else.
[break][break]Kerchak, too, turned to fight other men, and so Clayton was left alone. Alone, for a brief moment. Watching everything. Watching his plan fall apart. And once again, all because of a man who had never lived among other people, just animals, in this godforsaken jungle. Clayton was filled with such rage, his vision turned redder- and redder- and then he snapped. Raging, he dropped to a knee and found the very man he hated so much, and senselessly, quickly pulled the trigger, hitting Tarzan in the arm. Clayton was about to pull the trigger again when suddenly a big black gorilla reared up in the line of fire-and fell as the shot tore into him. The big ape fell to the ground.
[break]It was Tarzan's turn to fly into a rage. He leaped upon Clayton and the two fell to the ground, exchanging blows. Clayton managed to force the man back with his gun. Tarzan then hopped up into the trees.
[break]Why did Clayton follow when he knew he wouldn't have the advantage up there? A fit of rage might have been to blame, or perhaps he wanted to make it more fair, because he had the advantage on the ground... but in any case, Clayton went tree climbing, and he finally faced Tarzan in the savage's home territory, where they could have a more even hand-to-hand bout. After a while Tarzan managed to kick Clayton off of the branch they were on, and grab the gun. Thinking himself over and done for, Clayton put on a twisted smile, and told Tarzan to just shoot him, goading him to "Be a Man".
[break]Of course the savage refused, and broke the rifle. Really, seeing the broken rifle in Tarzan's hand was more of a defeat than having a bullet through his brain. In some terrible attempt to retain his dignity, Clayton pulled his machete from his hip and rushed at Tarzan. More and more vines collected around Clayton as the chase progressed, and finally all the vines brought Clayton to a dead standstill. Still, the villain fought on, reaching whatever vines he could with his teeth and hacking away at the rest with his machete.
[break]Unfortunately, the one he could not reach was the one circling his neck... and he didn't realize what was about to happen until it was too late. Clayton remembers falling the vine tightening as he did so...
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[break]And then waking up to the light of morning streaming in through the windows behind him. He lifted his chin off of his hand, and looked down. A cup filled with cold, black coffee sat on the table. He had slept here, he knew, in the kitchen. The remains of a cooking fire faintly glowed in the fireplace. His name was Clayton Harrison Savage, the strange thought floated to his mind. And for some reason, he was angry. Angry at everyone, jealous, raging, unsuccessful at his mission. ... but unsuccessful at what? He couldn't recall, for the life of him.
Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs. A blonde woman came down: his little sister, Helen Katrina. Now that he thought about it, he was the oldest of three children. Helen acted a little stiff at first, but they started up a conversation, like an early morning I-don't-quite-know-what-I'm-doing conversation.
[break]Soon, another set of footsteps echoed from the hall, and Gaston Lelgume emerged into the light. The three of them. A family. Katrina was a castle guard and spy, Gaston owned the local pub, and Clayton? Oh, that was easy when he looked over at the wall where the coats were hung and saw the double-barrelled rifle. He was the local game warden. It wasn't currently deer season, but he felt like going and shooting a buck or two today. What could anyone do about it?
[break][break]And so Clayton has been having a ball doing villain things with his brother and sister. He likes to go hunting with Gaston. Watch out for the Savage clan, they are trouble.
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[break]Other Characters Daniel Johnston and Carl Fredricksen
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