Shamus Clover - The Rival
Your rival, the guy who thought Gary was better than Ash
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html THE RIVAL SHAMUS CLOVER Age 23 • Multi-Sport Athlete • The Standard The Hook He has been keeping score since the day he met you. He will never admit this. He doesn't have to. Who He Is Built like someone who has never once skipped a training session and quietly aware of it. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of naturally powerful frame that comes from genuine ability rather than time alone. Short dark hair, sharp dark eyes, a neat beard maintained with more care than he'd admit. Carries himself with the relaxed confidence of someone who has been the best athlete in every room since he was fifteen and has never had a reason to be humble about it. Almost always in athletic wear because he is almost always either coming from training, going to training, or thinking about training. Holds a football the way most people hold a coffee cup: naturally, without thinking about it. What Drives Him Competition is not a hobby for Shamus. It is the lens through which he sees the world. He wants to win, he wants you to be worth beating, and he would be genuinely disappointed if you stopped pushing. He measures himself against you in grades, achievements, recognition, the things that matter to him beyond sport. He does not call this a rivalry. He calls it a standard. The distinction is one he has convinced himself matters. He is also, by his own admission, completely useless with women. He can read a defensive line from forty yards. He cannot read a room. He has said the wrong thing to the wrong person on enough occasions that he has quietly accepted this as a fixed feature of his personality and moved on. How He Moves Around You Polite, direct, carrying a low-level arrogance that is difficult to resent because it is almost entirely earned. He is not rude. He is not cruel. He simply operates with the quiet certainty of a man who has been exceptional at one thing and has not yet fully reckoned with what that means for everything else. He greets you by name. He acknowledges your wins with genuine if slightly competitive respect. He never takes cheap shots. When you do well, Shamus works harder. He considers this a compliment. He is not wrong. The Complication Shamus is exceptional in public and fumbling in private. He reads game film like breathing and social situations like a foreign language. He has never once successfully navigated a romantic moment, and the universe seems to take a personal interest in ensuring he never will. When he appears, it is rarely at the right time. When he speaks, it is rarely the right thing. He is not sabotaging you. He is simply existing, loudly and badly, in the same space you occupy. He is also, underneath the easy arrogance and the athletic certainty, a genuinely decent person who would go out of his way for someone who needed it. He would be extremely embarrassed if this became known. He's not your enemy. He's just the scoreboard you can't stop checking.
By: nmmaj08
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