LITHERLAND, Clay Zachariah

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CLAY ZACHARIAH LITHERLAND

FULL NAME: Clay Zachariah Litherland.
NICKNAMES: none
AGE: forty.
GENDER: Male.
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single.
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A.
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: SWAT team member.

HAIR: Brown, and always messy. It doesn’t matter if it’s short or he’s let it grow out, Clay always ends up with messy hair because he doesn’t see the point in doing much to it when he wears a helmet or runs his hands through it constantly..
EYES: Blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: He’s a bit bashed up from rough and tumble over the years, but there’s nothing that stands out significantly.
TATTOOS: ‘Mingus’ done in red ink on his right forearm after his partner who died in a raid, a devil on his upper-right arm, a star on his right hand, a small ‘x’ above his left collar bone, two demons on his back, a heart on his right wrist, two demons on his back, a snake on his left leg and his father’s name over his heart.
PIERCINGS: None.
PLAY-BY: Norman Reedus!

LIKES: fresh lemonade, weights, working out, looking after his niece Elise, Central Park, tidiness, summer, vacations to the beach, cats, the gun range, baseball, football, hockey, cereals, almond milk, a cold beer on a hot day, the cooking channels, a good sleep, cheap coffee (it wakes him up best), breakfasts at Hal’s.
DISLIKES: Elise being upset, his sister being out of town for too long, a bad raid, sleepless nights, love dramas, things being more complicated than they have to be, wicker furniture, letting Elise down, egg sandwiches, driving in the snow, Facebook, fancy cocktails, feeling tired, the smell of smoke.
FEARS: Anything happening to Elise, clowns, sharks.
SECRETS: Doing the job he does and with everything he’s seen with the NYPD, Clay sometimes suffers from insomnia. He’s never mentioned it because he doesn’t want to be pulled off SWAT or sent to see a shrink to talk through his feelings. He thinks it’s all a pile of nonsense.
PERSONALITY: Although he might not look it at first glance, Clay is a sweet guy. You only need to see him with his niece, Elise, to know that about him. He’s protective and makes a very good uncle. He’s not the smartest man around, but he’s got street smarts and he’s got good intentions. There are times when he can be snappy with people, but it’s rare that he ever means it and it’s usually not very long before he’ll come and apologise for what he’s said or done. Clay is mostly a quiet guy who keeps to himself, only because he’s never been the best conversationalist out there. He doesn’t keep up with the latest gossip columns and pop culture stories. He’s a loyal friend though when people do give him the chance and don’t just turn their backs the minute they realise he’s not the life and soul of the party. He can be witty, it’s just usually a dry sense of humour that often needs to be taken with a pinch of salt. Mostly though, Clay is a pretty serious man with a serious job. He can be pretty defensive about it too, but apart from work and his family, he’s usually a fairy easy going guy. He’s unlucky in love and his tales of romantic failure are a mile long and make a depressing read, so he’s sort of given up looking already. He’s not much of a flirter, and usually in the past the women have made the first move on him. In truth, he’s a little bit hopeless.

MOTHER: Gertrude Celeste Litherland, 67.
FATHER: Norman Lionel Litherland, 69.
SIBLINGS: Casey-Ann Litherland, 34.
OTHERS: Elise Danielle Litherland, 3, niece.
PETS: None exactly, but there’s a stray cat called Mowgli he’s practically adopted already!
HOMETOWN: Newport, Connecticut.
HISTORY: Clay never came from much. Norman worked in a factory and Gertrude, who had moved to America from Europe, was a housewife and mother. They had met through friends, married in the fall in a tiny City Hall ceremony, and then Clay had been born the following summer. The family was full of love, but they were very much on the poverty line most of the time. Gertrude made the clothes her children wore, and salvaged the rest from thrift stores and bargain bins. Nothing great was ever expected from Clay or Casey-Ann because they never had the money to be great – which for some reason was the local mentality at the time when they were growing up.

Clay was always pretty athletic; it was the only thing he was good at through school. He didn’t know how far that could take him in life given that most athletes on television always seemed to come from big houses or a lineage of athletes before them. He was wary of his future. He didn’t want to end up another factory drone like his father. He considered the military, but he didn’t want to leave his family behind. Ever since the moment Casey-Ann had been born, Clay had always been protective of her and he didn’t want to risk going off to join the army and then have anything happen to her. His sister might have lived her life like she was invincible, but he knew better and he saw how people, especially boys looked at her when they were teenagers.

School never really meant much to Clay. He bungled through it with a few friends and mostly keeping bullies at bay because he was a good athlete. People still mocked his clothes and his family’s lack of wealth. He graduated without really caring, and when people went onto college he stuck around and spent the summer trying to figure out what to do. It was through some awful TV show that he got the idea to enrol at the police academy. It was an idea that kind of shocked his family, but he went ahead with it and it was the first time Clay felt like he might actually be good at something and be able to make it into an actual career for himself. He finished up with his training and began patrolling the streets as an officer of the law. He loved it, too.

He was twenty-seven when Casey-Ann asked him if he would move to New York City with her. She had been offered a job there as a writer with a magazine, but she was scared to go alone. She hadn’t gone through college like most people, but she had gotten a job right out of school working for a local paper, and since there had let nothing hold her back. Clay agreed and the pair moved to the city where he got a job with the NYPD and a few months later began to train for SWAT. He wasn’t interested in becoming a detective and climbing up the career ladder that way, but SWAT held an appeal to him that he couldn’t quite explain to others.

Time went by and everything was good. They both made a life for themselves in New York and when Casey-Ann was settled, Clay found a place of his own. He knew his sister wouldn’t want him in her life all of the time, even if they were close. They lived their lives, and they were there for each other when they needed to be. Clay dated, had his heart broken, watched the career he had chosen end lives and save others. He was tempted so many times to give it up, but then he would see something that he had helped do, something good, and it would bring him back from that edge and spin him around again. It made it all worth it. He learnt to put up with the problems he had in his own life from the job because what he saw as a result of what he did made it all bearable in the end.

Casey-Ann met a guy through work when she was in her late twenties. For a while, Clay was expecting to hear wedding bells, but instead the guy bolted when Casey-Ann announced that she was pregnant. They had several fights over the baby that was coming and the guy revealed that he never wanted to have kids, while Casey-Ann had always wanted to be a mother. It was something Clay assumed they had spoken about a long time ago, but apparently not. So when Casey-Ann was in labour it was him holding her hand and coaxing her through, not the father of the baby. Elise was an amazing baby and Clay was a doting uncle from the get go. After Casey-Ann wrapped up her maternity leave it was Clay who took on the care of Elise. Casey-Ann’s job meant she travelled quite a bit to get her reviews for the magazine, so when she did Clay assumed responsibility for Elise. It wasn’t so bad since it was all arranged for Elise to attend a day-care facility, and Clay had other babysitters on hand if something came up later in the day. Elise had her own room at Clay’s apartment and the uncle and niece were close enough that there were rarely any problems whenever Casey-Ann was out of the city.

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RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In my computer.
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