Post by crysohardbleeding on Jan 30, 2009 0:28:13 GMT -5
Full Name: Clarabelle Anne O’Connell
Nickname: Claire / The Enchantress / Bookworm
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: October 13
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hair Color: Dark russet weaved with blood red streaks in all layers.
Eye Color: Sea Blue
Full Description:
Claire is not like your normal seventeen year old by anyone’s standards, even if she does try her hardest to be. To Claire’s distress she’s shorter than most girls her age. She only stands at five feet and four inches tall (5’4”) and holds much too little weight, only around one hundred pounds at the most. (This is another thing she detests about herself.) Most people look at her and think of her as a fragile doll that is not to be held for risk of breaking her. Like most dolls, Claire is what people would call extremely pale. To her, this isn’t really the case, everyone is just overly tan. Claire’s dark russet hair rests on her shoulders in a choppy hair-do that’s a bit shorter in the front then in the back. In her hair blood red streaks rest on all layers, but mostly on the top near her bangs which swoop over her face but do not cover either of her clear, yet sad, sea blue eyes. Uncommon among people Claire has dimples when she smiles and a ‘cute’ button nose that people find ‘adorable’. In short, people have a tendency to act like Claire is nothing but a child from such ‘cuteness’.
Unlike most teenagers Claire does have tattoos and piercings that weren’t guardian approved. On the back of her neck, Claire has the words ‘The Gateway’ across her neck in a black swirly font that is popular calligraphy now-a-days. Then she also has a few piercings, but she doesn’t over do it. She has a lip ring on the left side of her lower lip and three piercings on her ears, two on her ear lobe and one on the upper cartilage of her ear. She also has a burn mark that looks like a hand imprint on her waist and a lot of scars covering her arms from both self-harm and harm inflicted on her by others.
Claire’s outfit varies from day to day, depending on her mood and the weather. Only a few key items stick with her every day wherever she goes. Such things include an old steel cross that Claire wraps loosely around her neck a few times, she also likes to put lots of hair clips in her hair, even if none of them do a thing to keep hair out of her face (Usually you can tell her mood from a certain hair clip in her hair [Like happy could be a rainbow or a frowny face meaning sad]), and lastly she always carries around a messenger bag filled to the brim with books she’s read several times over. On a normal day, which has nice weather and she’s in a moderate mood, she’ll be wearing something along the lines of dark colored skinny jeans (unless she’s happy), a dark or colorful t-shirt (Anything from the lines of character tees, band shirts, etc) belts, boots or vans, a hoodie if necessary, and an assortment of wrist bands or gloves. Mostly she’s unwillingly placed into the punk genre of clothing even if she doesn’t give herself the title.
She doesn’t like to put her hair up unless she is on the hunt for a book or is in the middle of intent reading. She also doesn’t like wearing anything baggy or holey and detests wearing dresses, but skirts are alright on some days. Claire doesn’t like to wear a lot of make-up but does like to put a small amount of eye-liner and nail-polish on; colors of course varies with the color scheme of an outfit, if there isn’t a known color scheme she goes with black.
Claire’s voice is very soft, sweet and sometimes almost inaudible. She isn’t very keen to talking a lot, which is why sometimes when she talks it sounds a bit hoarse or too soft. Some think that Claire is actually mute from the lack of communication between herself and others. She also has quiet a pretty singing voice but almost no one has ever heard her sing. When she reads aloud it is like nothing in the world but Claire’s voice exists. She literally is able to read things off the pages like they existed before the words came out of her mouth. Claire’s voice draws people in and they can’t get enough of it.
[d e e p e r]
Ability: Claire has the ability to read things in and out of books.
Likes:
[+] Books / reading / Libraries / book stores
[+] Music / playing guitar
[+] Writing songs / poems / stories
[+] Art: Photography and traditional drawing
[+] Old movies (Black and white)
[+] The cold
[+] Winter / Snow
[+] Rain
[+] Surprise endings
[+] Coffee / tea / hot chocolate
[+] nature
[+] Daises
[+] Candles (not lit)
[+] Traveling
[+] Boys
Dislikes:
[-] Fire
[-] Thunderstorms
[-] Harsh winds
[-] Nightmares
[-] Rap music / Country music
[-] Love scenes
[-] Destroyed books
[-] Politics
[-] Movies based on books
[-] Dogs (because of Damien)
[-] Loud noises / bright lights
[-] Cell phones / computers / cars
[-] Warm / Hot weather
[-] Villains in books
[-] Long amounts of social interaction
Characteristics:
Claire is a very shy and is a keep to herself kind of person. She isn’t one to lead a group or conversation and definitely is not keen on talking to people she doesn’t know well. It takes a lot of time before you’re able to get her to open up to you but most times it never happens. Claire is very distant from the world and would like to keep it that way. She gets nervous very easily, and it is also very easy to make her embarrassed and uncomfortable in situations. She’s always afraid that she won’t say the right thing at the right time or that she isn’t worthy of someone’s time. It’s also not likely that Claire will ever come to trust anyone from all the trust she had given out and lost as a child. She also has a bit of a self esteem problem, but it isn’t notable to the outside world.
She is also a very emotional / sensitive person. It doesn’t take a lot to make her upset but it does take a lot of effort if you want to make her happy. Claire is comforted by the simplest of things such as nature or finding a good book that eyes haven’t laid eyes on in years. The mood around Claire is always the same, calm. Claire isn’t one to freak out easily or get angered by the stupidest of ordeals, she thinks things through which is probably the biggest reason to why she is always so calm. You can always expect Claire to make a room feel welcome and warm by just standing in it.
Since Claire has been into books and has read them since the tender age of four years old she is quiet the little genius. She knows at least a little bit of just about everything and if she doesn’t, she just looks into it to learn more. She’s very curious about everything and loves to find out new things. Sometimes she can be a bit of a know-it-all, and she doesn’t mean to be. Reading has opened up a whole new world for Claire; she learned to be daringly creative and imaginative. She can write the most inspiring and entertaining stories anyone has ever read on the spot. She loves fairy tales and getting lost into a new world unlike anything she has ever seen before and loves the thought of going into books. (She has tried and has learned her lesson to why it’s best to not get stuck in the pages.)
When it comes down to it, Claire is a very kind and caring person. Even if she is shy she will help a weary soul if they really look like they need the help. She’s selfless and giving and never expects anything in return. She is a very friendly person, even if she doesn’t show it. She just doesn’t like the thought of friends or interacting with people from all the issues in her life. Sometimes it might seem like her own personality is conflicting with herself, but she’s trying to straighten herself up and become more interactive with people
[d a e m o n]
Name: Damien
Form: Black cat
Description:
Having the form of a black cat, Damien matches his owner very well both in style and oddness. Black cats are said to be mysterious and a bad omen to most. The reason Damien became a black cat is pretty obvious. Claire is just like a black cat, mysterious and is bad luck to those who come in contact with her. For the most part, Damien is a lot like his master. He’s observant, intelligent and very anti-social for a cat. He also doesn’t like anyone except Claire to come close in contact with him, if someone does dare to try and pet him he’s quick to bite and he isn’t merciful like his master.
Damien is a bit smaller than most sized house cats and has larger front paws then back paws. His fur is pure black except for the end of his tail which is a dark shade of lavender. His eyes are also a dark shade of violet instead of the usual eerie topaz. Both of these colorful parts on his body are natural and no one is quite sure why. He also has a very cute and innocent looking face, even though sometimes he's not so innocent. Damien carries about him a calm presence just like his master, but is also a bit of a smartass when the time comes. He isn’t very energetic, like most cats, and loves to spend his time resting on his master’s lap as she reads endless amounts of hours into the night.
Both Damien and Claire dislike staying outside for too long, but Damien loves to sit at the window sill and let the sun bathe his skin. They both also like dull lighting conditions and the warmth opposed to the cold. Claire doesn’t like to spoil Damien as much as cats love to be, for the most part he has to walk everywhere beside her, but sometimes Claire allows his to rest in her backpack or on her shoulders if Damien complains enough. On that subject, Damien loves to complain about everything. He is pessimistic just like his master and loves to keep bringing that sort of stuff up.
Damien has a very soothing voice that can go on for hours. Unlike most deamons he will talk to just about anyone who is willing to listen. Yet of course if they try to touch him he becomes the nastiest little thing you’ve ever seen. Usually when lounging about the library, bored out of his mind, he’ll find his next ‘victim’ and talk their ear off. He thinks since Claire doesn’t like to talk that he has to talk for the both of them, and usually will reply for Claire even when she’s willing to. He makes sure he always puts his two cents into the conversation, which is why Claire thinks of him as an egotistical little kitty cat.
[f i n i s h i n g;t o u c h e s]
History:
Claire was born in the city of Leeds, England in 1991 to a proud father named Marty and a happy-go-lucky mother named Denise. She even had a rambunctious brother named Jack who was three years older than her. The only time Claire ever knew love from her family was the first four years of her life. Her parents also realized that Claire was a child prodigy; she was reading and writing at four years old. Some called her a genius. For a year she was adored by all, and loved to read aloud whenever she could. After that, her father got into a car accident. A drunk driver was speeding on the wrong side of the road and hit him dead on, he died instantly. After the news Claire’s mother packed up her things and left her children to die. Lucky Jack was able to get a hold of an aunt who came and took them away. Tragically she wasn’t able to take care of them so they were sent to an orphanage. Their mother was never heard from again, so they would find out.
Within a few months the two were taken in by a prosperous home. For a while they actually thought that this was going to be their home for ever more. How wrong they were. One night, when Claire was five years old and her brother Jack was eight, Claire was reading aloud to him in the attic on a stormy night. The Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne; a classic from 1964, one of Jack’s favorites. As she read, she noticed something wasn’t right. Things whispered in the wind, quotes from the book she read aloud. The books was beginning to wrap up, and she was getting to the conclusion that Axel and Lidenbrock had been going in the wrong direction the whole time and that a Fireball was crashing down towards that raft…she discovered that Jack was nowhere to be found and in his place Axel stood before her. Before Claire could do anything further Axel ran off into the night, leaving Claire alone to realize what she had done.
She learned then that she was not like other children her age. She was different. She had powers no one else had and she also knew she could not tell a living soul about them. For if she did, she knew she’d surly be taken to a mental hospital. She even met her Daemon, Damien, who at the moment took the form of butterfly.
After Jack’s disappearance the family Claire was staying with sent Claire back to the orphanage. Over a year’s amount of time Claire was passed from family to family, thirteen to be more precise. She was now six going o seven. For that year the only book she read was the one Jack had been trapped in, and for a year she failed miserably. She didn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep, she completely ignored her daemon that changed form daily, and she was unable to do nothing but read from that book. Finally one night, as she read aloud for the millionth time something happened. Jack came out of the book! She was overjoyed! She had Jack back! Then she noticed it. He wasn’t breathing and his flesh was rotting away. He was dead, and he must have been for quite some time. Later she realized that he had been dead for over six months.
That night she swore that she’d never read aloud again. That was also the night she was taken away from yet another family and back into that bloody orphanage she hated so much. From that moment on she stopped talking, she rarely ever ate and she started to sleep for about six hours a day. This would become a habit that she’d never break. All she ever did as occupy herself with her books.
Damien and Claire became more acquainted and everyday they learned something new about each other. When Claire turned eleven Damien chose his form of a black cat and she knew instantly why he had chosen so. At the time Damien was her only friend and would be so for the rest of her childhood. The other kids ignored her because all she wanted to do was read. The only people she needed were the made up characters in her books and if she needed to talk to someone she had her daemon. That was all she needed to be content. It wasn’t like she was going to be happy anyway.
From time to time Claire accidentally slipped up and read aloud when she was upset and bad things always happened. Luckily no one ever slipped into books. It was usually random objects, but the things that came out weren’t. Sometimes they were small like fairies, other times they were as large as ships or giants. The worst thing she read out was when she was fifteen. She had been reading to Damien and accidentally read out Caption Hook’s ship – including Caption hook and his whole crew of scoundrels. That was when she was taken away from society and placed into Stonebrook with the other kids who had special powers like herself.
Even there she didn’t find a companion. She kept to herself and spent most of her days in the large library they provided for the children, and she never got bored of it. Two years passed and she still didn’t. She still had thousands of books to go through. When Claire wasn’t reading Damien and her explored Stonebrook. The two suspected that there was more than meets the eye with this place. It wasn’t that hard to realize it when people weren’t allowed to leave and when others disappeared and were never heard from again. She was smart enough to keep her mouth shut and not ask questions and to this day she still hasn’t.
Roleplay Sample: (Here's a starter I made from another site.)
The city was becoming less and less populated as the seconds ticked by. People rushed home from work to get home to their beloved families; they wanted to spend what was left of the day with those they worked so hard for when the sun was out and about. It was another ending of a day - it was Twilight once again. The sun in the sky was just barley peaking over the faraway hills revealing to earth that it was time for it rest just like everyone else in the city. The purples, pinks and feint hints of orange were slowly dying into one solid navy blue color. People all over the city watched in anticipation as they waited for the sun to go away for good, so their night life could begin. Once the sun was gone, one by one the street lights flickered to life.
There was a small little bookstore in town that no one paid no mind to. It smelt like moldy books that were filled to capacity with ancient books that most eyes had never roamed upon. There was an old feeble woman who sat at the register, a book in front of her nose. Every now and then the women looked up from her thick volume to rest her eyes on the small darkly dressed female who looked curiously at all the books. A pale finger-gloved hand traced the bindings as she read the titles to herself. The old woman couldn’t help but smile at the youth’s curiosity. From the looks of it the girl was in search for something, but the woman was too afraid to ask if she needed any assistance. The girl stood around, tracing bindings and every once in a while plucking a book from the shelf and placing it in her arms with the several others. This went on for what seemed forever.
“Miss.” The women called to the youth. “It’s closing time!” she stated, placing her volume down on the table. Slowly she hobbled over to the girl who was plucking one last book from the shelf. The youth nodded as she, with some trouble, picked up her large pile of books and hobbled over to the register so the women could ring her up. Most people would have had a heart attack from the total, but this came to no surprise to Claire and humbly handed her the money, telling her to keep the change. It wasn’t like Claire was in need for such trivial things that humans wanted. She was going to live for god knows how long and if she was she wanted books to ensnare her mind until her very last breath. “Thank you.” Claire muttered to the women, before placing as many of the books as she could into her messenger bag, the others she held in her arms like a baby. The old women nodded and waved to her until the door was gently closing behind her with a jingle.
Claire stopped at the corner of the street and looked up at the sky. There was a rumble above her in the heavens and then all was silent. “Three…Two…One.” Claire muttered. On her count, the rain began softly. The only sound that the wind gently carried was the sound of pitter patter against the cold and soon to be wet pavement. Claire let a gentle sigh leave her lips as she walked on, trying to shield her books from the accursed raindrops. After a block or so she realized that her body wasn’t going to be able to save them. She hastily pulled off her thin hoodie and wrapped it around her books. At this point the rain was pounding down and the wind was picking up. A storm was in the making. Within minutes Claire was soaked to the bone and not even half way back to her dank hotel room. Her tank top and chained shirt clung to her body like she had fallen into a pool of water.
Walking became more difficult as the pavement became slick. Claire had to slow her pace and use the wall to help her keep her balance. She stopped at a corner and crossed the street with less than graceful step. On the other side she tripped over her boots and tripped. Claire’s eyes widened as she watched her books go scrambling to the moist ground. “No!” she yelped in the quietest of voice. Claire scrambled to her feet, only allowing her to slip again as she grabbed at a couple of the dozen of books that scattered on the ground. “no, no, no.” She whispered. She sounded as If she was about to try. Tears stung at her eyes threatening to spill if she didn’t try and keep herself together. All she had were her books to protect her and these were surly going to get ruined! She grabbed at another one, placing it in her hoodie. "Idiot!" She snapped at herself. She swept strands of auburn, purple and black that clung to her face behind her ears as best as she could; only making the hair clips in her hair fall to the ground with a clink. She placed another book into the pile, cursing to herself. “Completely useless. I’m such a fuck up!” She yelled to herself.
Then the tears started to flow. She felt a few roll down her cheek and she felt herself sniffle. Thank god for the rain, no one would be able to tell that she was crying. Then again who would be walking out in the rain at this hour? Or better yet, who would go out of their way to help a blubbering baby? "Gosh." She mumbled, placing another book in her hoodie.
(This isn’t the same Claire for this site. I just really like the name! :] )
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