John Clayton

[tarzan]

| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |

.:Name:. John Clayton
.:Nick Name:. Tarzan
.:Affiliation:. None
.:Status:. Nobel Nomad

| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |

.:Physical Appearance:. Tarzan is Caucasian with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. He keeps his hair shortly cropped and tends to have slight scruff on his face while maintaining well groomed and put together. He has a muscular build from years of, and continuous daily, vigorous training and stands tall at 6"1'. 20% of his body is covered in scar tissue, having second degree burns and scars from his time on the island and from his modern day activities.
.:Height:. 6"1'
.:Portrayed by:. Stephen Amell
 

| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |

.:Personality:. With him, it's the law of the jungle. Kill or be killed. Tarzan, or Clayton, is both wise and naive. He has the ability to read body language of the animals to a fault. To know when they seek to cause harm, and when they are harmless. This ability or innate skill translates to humans in part, but humans have the ability that animals do not. They lie, and say things they don't mean. He fails to realize this in most cases.

Around humans his personality will reflect the people around him, as he tried to blend in. He never feels he gets it right, but he never fails to try. He is not a push over, but he knows he is not the strongest in mind here. It leads him to be more of a slight watcher, and when he does talk he often misses things like sarcasm, lies, and makes him gullible.
.:Strengths:. Acrobatics | Body strength | Slightly heightened since of hearing, smell, and taste based on having to rely on them for life / death for so many years (Not superhuman, just more in tune)
.:Weaknesses:. Can't read people as well as he thinks he can | Manners are lacking sometimes | Loneliness

| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |

.:Birthplace:. Unknown Island
.:Family:. Parents whom he does not know their names. He does not know if he has more family.
.:Occupation:. Bus boy at Killian's Bar
.:History:. His parents had been on a sea voyage, and during this trip the ship sank. Many made it to shore, but hunger and the local wild life killed them off one by one. Not before, his mother gave birth to a son. Abandoned by his parent's death, a local family of apes too him in and made him like one of their own.

Years later, a ship would come to dock at his shore, carrying with it explorers. It would be the first encounter that he would have with humans. There was even a girl, though he wouldn't know what to call her then. He interacted with them briefly, but an storm approaching, and fear of shipwreck made them leave, and he stayed behind.

Even more years later, there would be another boat, and this time they stayed. Hook, arrived and in effort to find out where some local treasure was, brought Tarzan under his wing and taught him to speak. This adventure would not only gain him the knowlage of human language, but get him off the island. Hook 'dropped him off' at the next dock, unknowingly loosing the gold as well as the stowaway.

Over the years, Tarzan would travel, looking for where he came from, and how to get back to his island that no one had even heard of. He didn't even know the name. He wasn't in the Forrest when the first curse came, but he was in the second. As Hook knows were his island is, he hopes to convince the man to take him back one day.

| ~ • ~ | Sample Post | ~ • ~ |

He blinked his eyes opened, and looked around lazily. The birds had woken him. Smiling he pushed from the beam he was laying on and climbed down the support beam from the top of the barn to the bottom. Hastily he hurried out before the local farmer found him and began running toward the main part of town. Once he got into town, he slowed, so not to drawl notice. On one hand everywhere here ran and ran, on the other they never seemed to be on their way to anywhere.

He paused before crossing the street to let one of the metal beats roar by, a sum of people inside it. Like a coach, but with no horses. And it hurt worse when it hit you. Lesson learned. Once clear, he jogged across the black rock called a road to get to the other side and push into the bar. A place that sold drinks, instead of the people going to find their own. 'Yer late! Do you know own a watch!' Yelled someone from deeper in side, "Not yet," He answered earnestly, not understanding he was in trouble.

[Storybrooke]