<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Clint Shaw<strong></strong></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint-4_zps9c4ac7e7.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'0<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>175lbs<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Long (currently) an Brown<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Hazel<br/><br/><strong>Current Occupation:</strong>Collusion Repair Specialist (Not formerly trained), Painter, "Gambling Cowboy"<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies outside of racing:</strong>Football, gambling,drinking, shooting, grilling and fucking<br/><br/><strong>Appearance/Style:</strong>Clint is not the "trendiest" of dressers and is rather "simple" in his taste. Jeans, boots (cowboy) and cowboy shirts or a T-shirt. He has not worn a suit since his parents forced him to go to church when he was a teenager. People have poked fun at his over sized belt buckle but he takes it in stride, more so when he reveals the back has a bottle opener which makes it easier to pop open some beers and start the good times. He talks with a Texan draw and shows proper manners (attributed to his mother). It rare to see him without a cowboy hat, some traditions don't die.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Clint works hard and likes to relax hard. When it is time to work he is an efficient machine with a work ethic and discipline not seen in men his age. When work is over he loves a good beer, meal and a football game. He does not like the club scene but does enjoy hitting up a local dive bar for a round of pool (Where he can hustle his fair share of good players) or a local gambling hall or casino. Clint is a "goes with the flow" type guy and is not quick to anger and get crazy but can deliver a mean punch if pushed to far. If there is a rodeo in town you better believe you will find Clint there. Clint does carry a fire arm on him but he has never been forced to draw it on anyone.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Clint always imaged a life outside of Bonney Texas. His father ran the local car shop/gas station, his mother taught at the local elementary school and he was the town football hero. It was the type of town where everyone knew everyone else's business and the only child could not wait to get away. Clint was born carrying a football (or so his father claimed) and played most his life. His teenage life consisted of girls, football and working under his father at their shop. Unfortunately Clint was never much for mechanic work, like math (another failed subject) he understood the basics but excelled in another aspect of car work, body repair and paint. His family encouraged him to pursue both football and auto body repair, unfortunately after an injury in his senior year his hopes of a life in the NFL came to an end.<br/><br/>With his one escape out of Bonney cut short he turned to collusion repair and packed up his truck and left to make his own way after Highschool. Clint ended up in Florida working at a small repair shop as the collusion repair specialist and painter. Despite is lack of formal training, his work was quickly noticed and offers from bigger shops paying more started to come in. A few years of living in Florida introduced him to many things the small town "cowboy" knew little about, the most influential being street racing. Many people gave him shit about driving his truck to late night car shows and races but those who hired him to paint and install their (body) kits always spread the word on his expertise.<br/><br/>In time he got the money for a Nissan 240sx and started to race it, mostly losing until he swapped out an engine and had a few modifications done to the car, the most expensive one to date being a Sr20det engine which pushed the car up to 210hp, 255 once full tuned.<br/><br/>He heard Tampa was a good scene and decided to move out that way. Clint lived in his truck a few weeks while he worked at a new shop, until he met Marcellus Smith and learned they needed a roommate. Clint moved in, met them and made new friends.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Current Situation:</strong>[You don't really need to fill this in yet until after we've worked out the character histories together. Just a sentence or two if you want.<br/><br/><strong>Car:</strong>95 Nissan 240sx with Sr20det engine and s15 body kit, fully tuned at 255 hp<br/>99 Ford Ranger, Work truck/Daily Driver<br/>(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Truck_zpsc8ba96c8.jpg) (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/s15_zps71d6ec95.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Relationships:</strong><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Star Freyman</div><div class="spoiler_body">I met Star before I ended up moving in with all of them. She hung out at a bar I visit on occasion to hit on women and ended up beating her at pool a few times. Later I found out that she was friends with Blake the bar tender and any attempts to hit on them was normally rejected, I guess her friend told her about me. When I finally met them through Marcellus and knew they would be my future room mates I pretty much put these two on a "most likely not going to happen" list. It doesn't help that I bring chicks over and I have been caught more than one nailing them on the work shop bench in the garage.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Demi Etherson</div><div class="spoiler_body">     </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Juliana Dang</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Jewels is cool girl, I met her long before we became room mates doing some body work. I didn't think much of it past that encounter until I was introduced to her and the rest of the people Marcellus lived with. Soon enough I moved in also and we became room mates. Jewels is the princess type, likes keeping her nails and hair done and I appreciate that and days she lays out by the pool in a bikini. Hell, I appreciate when all our female room mates do that. We do have one thing in common, she likes to eat my meat and by that I mean when I grill, not that I would reject her if she wants to saddle up and give me a ride.       </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Blake Richardson</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I hit on Blake a few times at the bar only to be shot down. I met Star here also, figure the two are friends. I might have salvaged my chances with Blake after I moved in if I had not been caught fucking that Spanish foreign exchange student on the workbench in the garage. We are still cool, I am not sure if Blake shared the story with the other girls, I doubt they have been spared a sight of my ass, I sleep nude and the bathroom is in the hallway. </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jason Sullivan</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I met Jason after moving into the house. After learning he was a former solider, I pretty much didn't ask him about his time in the service or any of the details. We hang out as a roommates, share a drink or two but the conversation never gets past idle chit chat. In the garage we tend to stick to our own projects and help each other as needed but the most I can do is hand him tools, I don't get all the electronic stuff. </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Adriano Guillermo</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Adriano seems cool enough, even when he challenged the cat to a staring competition. We have a few things in common, mostly our hectic work schedules. I think all the guys tend to hang out well together, the ladies are different. We are guys, despite some trash talk on races we get along well and can drink and grill on the weekends. His accent is a little hard to understand but I bet it is a damn good panty dropper.  </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Marcellus Smith</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I met Marcellus through his uncle at a shop I freelance at once in a while. We went out for beers a few times and started hanging out, he was the first person I befriended since my move to Tampa. When I heard about their plans to move into a house and they were looking for more roommates I jumped in. I been living in my truck for a few weeks beforehand, never really having the time to settle in as I was hustling for work and I had a string of temporary relationships that finding a bed of my own was a big concern.<br/><br/>Me and Marcellus devolved a rivalry of sorts, he is a FWD driver and I have faith in RWD. We raced a few times and we seem to be trading wins and losses. Maybe once I get enough money and get my car to its final tune I will have that edge to give him a nice loss streak.  </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mr. Muffles</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I never really liked cats a lot, but this one is alright and has a pussy wagon and I respect that. Jewels doesn't know,  I toss the cat meat of the grill from time to time.  </div></div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Awareness:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Reflexes:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Handling:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Drifting:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Composure:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Daredevilry:</strong></td><td>█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █</td></tr></tbody></table>