Clayton Alessandro Malik Rizzo
He has dark hair.
He wears chains.
He has at least two piercings on each ear.
He's a hugger in the way of a crash-into-you-knock-wind-out-of-your-lungs-with-the-whacks-to-your-back kind.
He has a secret handshake.
He dances but it’s more of a freestyle, street dance.
He's seen Mean Girls.
If he was a cactus, it'd be because: "because...uh...I insulted the god of rock. (nods sagely) I have to spend my days as a spiky plant."
He'd be in Ravenclaw.
In his former life, he says he used to be a bard who told tales of heroic deeds in ancient times.
"I play lead guitar, bass, drums, a little bit of keyboard...I mean 'cuz in my old band we shift around a lot."
So far, Clay’s sexuality is defined by “something about boobs”.
His worst fear is one of his friends being shot.
His favorite color is silver.
His happiest moment was when he met Jared Leto.
He'll like a girl who can roll with some of the stuff he thinks is fun.
He likes to read fantasy books - stuff with Dragons in them.
Apart from his love of 30 Seconds to Mars, he seems to be madly in love with nearly every rock song in existence.
He has the tendency to say “‘Sup” a lot.
Previously has been in a rock band, and a street-dance crew.
Big fan of 30STM.
Blatant disregard of school uniform policies more often than not.
He's often hyper.
Clay is quiet for no-one.
Comes from Brooklyn, NY.
According to Clay, he’s not from a rich family at all. He lived in a rundown apartment with his folks and they just got by. According to what Clay understood of the situation, his dad got into some kind of accident and they got this massive, massive settlement out of it.
And then the first thing Clay’s parents wanted was to give him a good education. So Clay, who had always been musically inclined (he had a band. You know, the kind with all the equipment and they make a whole lot of noise in someone’s garage?), looked for a place that “trained dudes for music” (his words, not mine).
He saw a video of the Warblers and decided to go there. (I don’t know. I don’t attempt to figure out too hard what kind of thought processes go on in his head) (In case you’re wondering, yes. He’s trying out for the Warblers. I can’t wait to see what kind of mayhem will ensue in the attempt.)
Tried some Vegemite that Kaelan was putting on his toast and immediately choked on it.
All boys and some girls had a jousting competition. Clay wasn't competing as freshmen weren't allowed, though he watched it all. He wanted to joust though, so was angry he had to just watch.
Clay will have to drop all his piercings for school - it's against the rules.
There will be a showdown of rock proportions. Haven vs. the Kings. The Kings are Dalton students. It was all Clay's idea. Clay's been going around recruiting. He's roped in Bailey, and the Windsors ganged up to make Dwight represent. Clay's still out terrorizing other houses for members. Hanover volunteered Danny and Jeff.
Clay has soundproofed his room - he's turning it into a studio or practice room. The Windsors are trying to get him to clean up his mess because he shares that room with other freshies, but while the other freshies are fine with him soundproofing the room, his things are EVERYWHERE. You couldn't throw a grenade into his things and make a bigger mess. And everyone keeps tripping on amps, cables, pedals.
Clay keeps complaining about his uniform, says it's "stifling his flow". When they try to bundle him into proper uniform, he grumbles and tugs on the tie, and tries to loosen his belt.
Clay loves Teen Wolf. Although when he stood up on a table in the common room and yelled, "CAN I BE THE ALPHA?!" he got attacked by pillows, nerf bullets, paintballs, and paper wads. "SIT DOWN, FRESHMAN, BEFORE YOU HURT Y'SELF." Reed kind of looked at where he was buried under stuff on the floor and just went. "...are you okay?" Clay just gave a thumbs up without otherwise moving.