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Personality:
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Claire is a complicated mess. She hasn't been 'okay' for years, and does a bang up job of faking it when she needs to. She has a sharp wit and snappish tongue when she feels cornered, or that someone is thinking lowly of her, which doesn't help her image. Her heart's in the right place, honest. At least that's what she'll tell you.
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She's a compulsive liar, distrusting of everyone, and thrives on the lone wolf mentality. If she can't do it on her own, it obviously doesn't need to be done. She used to be a devout Christian, but after events in her childhood, she believes in God, and thinks he's a right dick. She fully believes in the supernatural, at the very least vampires and angels, but she doesn't much like anyone who romanticises either one.
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If you can gain her trust, Claire is a very worthy friend, and will put her neck on the line for those few she trusts and counts worthy of her time. She's prone to reacting with violence when confronted, and isn't afraid to defend herself.
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History:
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Her childhood was normal. She had two loving parents that would bend over backwards to be sure she was provided for. She went to a good school, attented chruch on Sunday's with both parents, and generally led a normal childhood. Things changed through, when her dad started hearing voices.
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He claimed an angel was speaking to him. Testing him. Her mother tried to shield Claire from it, but she still heard them at night, arguing in the kitchen, the living room, and sometimes late at night in their bedroom. Claire wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew it upset her mother. Despite everything, she acted as though there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. She still loved her parents, very much. They would get through this.
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That was the plan until one evening her father had stepped outside. It was just before she was due to bed, she had school in the morning. She followed him outside, calling after him. She was confused, and that confusion bled into panic when he turned to look at her, and told her plainly that he wasn't her father, and walked away. It hadn't been her father looking back at her out of those familiar eyes. It was a stranger.
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A year passed, filled with detentions and trouble from Claire, though it was only the tip of an iceberg. Her mother was seeing someone new. She didn't much like how her mother could just replace her dad like that, but she was a good girl. She wasn't going to ruin her mother's happiness.
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That was when he came back. Her dad came back. But with him came the Demons. Things she'd never truely believed in, until that night they attacked them in their home. Sam, Dean, and her father ensured their safety, putting Claire in a car with her mother, who had been possessed. Neither of the hunters had noticed, but Claire did.
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She watched horrors unfold as her mother shot her father, ordered her to be killed. She had a moment of panic, of fear, praying for help. Castiel answered her prayers, took her as a vessel, and saved her. That much is foggy in her memories. Clouded for reasons she doesn't know, but in the end, the angel left her, and took her father again, leaving them behind once more.
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Her mother wasn't the same after that. They couldn't go home. No, not after they had been attacked in their own home. The hunters, they hardly paid her and her mother a second look, worrying about what was to come next for them.
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Amelia couldn't handle it, and left Claire with whatever she could fill a suitcase with, on her grandmother's doorstep. Claire was abandoned by both parents, left with an elderly woman she hardly knew. She settled. She coped, like the good girl she was supposed to be, until the old woman died a few years later. Off to foster care she went. Shuffled around from home to home, family to family. No one could deal with her long. Claire's temperment shifted drastically. No one wanted her, and her behavior made sure that no one would ever want to keep her around.
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The last family had been in Maine, a fair stone's throw away from anywhere she knew. They were too nice. Too understanding. She hadn't wanted to stay. Luck had been with her. Eighteenth birthday coming up, she'd be expelled from a system that was failing anyways. She'd cut and run, shoving everything she had left in a backpack. She stole some money from the people she'd been staying with, and decided to hoof it somewhere. Anywhere. She didn't care.
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Roleplay Sample:
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Her luck just absolutely sucked tonight. She hadn't been looking for a ride, but one pulled up beside her none the less, asking where she was headed. She almost called over her shoulder to tell the creep just where he could go when she actually looked, and found herself staring in the window of a State Trooper car.
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Aw crap.
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"Nowhere officer." Oh boy. Lying through her teeth to a trooper. This was only going to end badly. He looked like he was ready to argue with her. Wanted to tell her to get into the car. In fact he did get as far as opening his mouth when his radio crackled to life. The dispatcher was talking, but instead of the usual numbered code over the radio, they sounded shaken. Claire couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. Did they always sound so jumpy out here? She waited, as patiently as she could, while the officer responded, saying he was on his way.
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Was he about to throw her in the car and take her along? She really hoped not. It was one thing in her books to raise hell and generally be unpleasant, but she knew better than to fight with a cop. He gave her one final look, "Look here. These roads aren't too friendly to hitch hikers. You be careful there, girl."
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Claire looked back at him, as wide eyed and innocent as she could manage, "Oh of course, officer. Of course." Oh yes. She was all girl scout politeness until she watched the car do a three point turn and gun it back the way he'd came. Lights flashing and everything. Well... at least the trouble was behind her. She had that going at least. She shoved her hands into her pockets, fingers curling around a switchblade she carried. No real reason for it, other than she felt somewhat safer.
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Questions:
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Alias: Nero
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