Thursday, December 19, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Varden
Varden is an alien, and a former slave. He has no memory of his parents or his childhood, his earliest memories are when he was a slave. Physically, he appears to be part Rodian, part human. Very tall, with dusky-olive green skin, his features are very close to a human's, save his black eyes are larger and rounder than a human's. He is also bald, with Rodian-like spikes on top of his head.
Despite his fearsome appearance, he is warm-hearted and kind. However it is a fatal mistake to take his kindness for weakness or pacifism. If you threaten or harm an innocent in his presence, you are quite liable to be blown to bits of sparkly dust.
He and his former master had become close friends. When the underworld lord was killed, he left his entire empire to Varden, who promptly dismissed all the mercenaries and pirates and freed the slaves. He then proceeded to buy up, bit by bit, the rest of the planet, until he owned the whole planet. Once that goal was accomplished, he made it his life's mission to buy every slave in the galaxy and give them a good, safe home. Word of his planet soon spread, and when slavers had stock they couldn't sell, they'd take them to Varden. He would, of course, buy the unwanted slaves and immediately take care of them.
Newcomers to the planet were tenanted on Varden's land, they worked in his orchards, fields, and craftsmanships. In return, he paid them generously, helping them on their way to buying their own property. No slaver was ever allowed to see most the lush, beautiful planet where the former slaves lived. When they visited, they stayed in the port Varden set up for them. If they didn't, if they tried to force their way to where the freemen lived, they were never seen again. Despite this, and Varden's legendary hatred for slavers, Varden and most pirates usually remained on speaking terms. The arrangement worked, the slavers got their credits and the slaves were freed.
The port has all a spacer could desire - food, lodging, entertainment, a cantina, trading areas - with one exception. There are few women in the port, and sometimes none. Most the proprietors and employees who serve the spacers are large, burly men, with whom it would be ill-advised to tamper. Some of the pirates have been heard to grumble about the lack of female company, but if ever an outsider messed with a woman, he was instantly removed from the planet and forbidden from returning - if he had slaves to sell to Varden, business would be conducted in space.
There were rumours, of course. One that was whispered about was that one man violated Varden's rules, attacking a waitress at the restaurant, then trying to land elsewhere on the planet when he was kicked off. All that had ever been found of him or his ship was ionized bits of dust. Others said that Varden was developing secret, highly advanced weapons, though no one really seemed to know what they were.
The rumours were right, of course. When Varden noticed someone who was very intelligent and or technical minded, he offered them a job in his secret facilities. He has a secret weapon, a thought-discerning deathray. If you attack the planet, you will be ionized. But if you have living collateral aboard, or some of your crew sympathizes with the freedmen, they are spared.
Varden, unable to ever find another like himself, and very lonely, loves arranging picnics, parties, and outings for the families. He adores children and finds any excuse he can - even makes them up - to be around the little ones of the villages near his home.
Despite his fearsome appearance, he is warm-hearted and kind. However it is a fatal mistake to take his kindness for weakness or pacifism. If you threaten or harm an innocent in his presence, you are quite liable to be blown to bits of sparkly dust.
He and his former master had become close friends. When the underworld lord was killed, he left his entire empire to Varden, who promptly dismissed all the mercenaries and pirates and freed the slaves. He then proceeded to buy up, bit by bit, the rest of the planet, until he owned the whole planet. Once that goal was accomplished, he made it his life's mission to buy every slave in the galaxy and give them a good, safe home. Word of his planet soon spread, and when slavers had stock they couldn't sell, they'd take them to Varden. He would, of course, buy the unwanted slaves and immediately take care of them.
Newcomers to the planet were tenanted on Varden's land, they worked in his orchards, fields, and craftsmanships. In return, he paid them generously, helping them on their way to buying their own property. No slaver was ever allowed to see most the lush, beautiful planet where the former slaves lived. When they visited, they stayed in the port Varden set up for them. If they didn't, if they tried to force their way to where the freemen lived, they were never seen again. Despite this, and Varden's legendary hatred for slavers, Varden and most pirates usually remained on speaking terms. The arrangement worked, the slavers got their credits and the slaves were freed.
The port has all a spacer could desire - food, lodging, entertainment, a cantina, trading areas - with one exception. There are few women in the port, and sometimes none. Most the proprietors and employees who serve the spacers are large, burly men, with whom it would be ill-advised to tamper. Some of the pirates have been heard to grumble about the lack of female company, but if ever an outsider messed with a woman, he was instantly removed from the planet and forbidden from returning - if he had slaves to sell to Varden, business would be conducted in space.
There were rumours, of course. One that was whispered about was that one man violated Varden's rules, attacking a waitress at the restaurant, then trying to land elsewhere on the planet when he was kicked off. All that had ever been found of him or his ship was ionized bits of dust. Others said that Varden was developing secret, highly advanced weapons, though no one really seemed to know what they were.
The rumours were right, of course. When Varden noticed someone who was very intelligent and or technical minded, he offered them a job in his secret facilities. He has a secret weapon, a thought-discerning deathray. If you attack the planet, you will be ionized. But if you have living collateral aboard, or some of your crew sympathizes with the freedmen, they are spared.
Varden, unable to ever find another like himself, and very lonely, loves arranging picnics, parties, and outings for the families. He adores children and finds any excuse he can - even makes them up - to be around the little ones of the villages near his home.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Tawn Fields
We stand silent, watching the screens, waiting for the tributes to be announced. None of the persons move. No breeze stirs the still heavy air. "Sasha Lodan," calls the escort. A girl detaches herself from the throng of fourteen-year-olds, ascending the stage, her face resigned. Nobody else moves, except the Capitolian on the stage, making her way across to the boys' ball. Somewhere, a bird whistles. The sound is surprisingly loud in the otherwise silent square. Everyone is watching the taloned hand in the reaping ball, swishing around, painfully drawing out the horrific waiting. Finally the crimson-painted talons clasp a piece of paper, lifting it from among the others.
"Tawn Fields," rings out the silly accent. I move away towards the stage, the other seventeen-year-old boys separating to let me through. Some give me sympathetic looks, others avert their faces, extremely relieved and feeling guilty for it. I ignore them all, silently mounting the stairs. I shake Sasha's hand, then stand staring blankly as the escort announces us again for the Capitol. It is all a blur as we are shepherded off the stage, to the Justice building then the train. It's all a blur.
"Tawn Fields," rings out the silly accent. I move away towards the stage, the other seventeen-year-old boys separating to let me through. Some give me sympathetic looks, others avert their faces, extremely relieved and feeling guilty for it. I ignore them all, silently mounting the stairs. I shake Sasha's hand, then stand staring blankly as the escort announces us again for the Capitol. It is all a blur as we are shepherded off the stage, to the Justice building then the train. It's all a blur.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Charlene
A breeze stirs my hair, tugs my dress, winging its silent way over the throng of citizens, gathered in the square of District Eight. My dress is a patchwork of colours, matching my district's industry. My name is Charlene, I am eighteen years old. And this year, I'm going to volunteer for the annual Hunger Games.
Last year, the father of the boy who was reaped staged an uprising when his son was killed. No one was stupid enough to join him, of course, and he was swift repressed and punished. There's been a rumour recently that he was only allowed to live because his daughter was going to be reaped this year. Once she dies, everyone suspects the father will meet with a quiet "accident."
The escort comes out on stage and I shudder. His metallic gold and silver makeup and clothing looks out of place, more appropriate to shiny One or Five. He minces his way across the stage, tapping the microphone twice. Loud echoing booms emerge to deafen us all and he clears his throat, leaning closer to it. "Welcome, welcome, to the annual reaping!" He left off which one. Can he not even count? "And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Stop nattering and get to it, I think sullenly. To my surprise, he obeys my silent command. Mincing his way to the boys' reaping ball, he pulls out a random slip and reads off, "Timothy Traunt!" A sullen looking sixteen-year-old slouches onto the stage, as the escort wobbles primly across to the girls' ball.
As everyone expects, he reads off the name, "Satinee Moyla!" A terrified twelve-year-old slowly ascends the stairs. "Are there any volunteers?" he calls rotely, then motions the two together. "Shake hands, you two."
But before they can, I call out, "Yes, I volunteer." Heads turn my way, confusion and astonishment written on the faces of those looking around. What I have done is hardly unprecedented, but volunteers are much more common in districts such as One, Two, and Four, than in survival-oriented Eight. The escort dithers a moment, not knowing what to do, then Peacekeepers surround me to march me onto stage. The escort shoos Satinee off the stage to make room for me. As she goes, she sends me a look of pure gratitude before running straight to her father, who falls to his knees and hugs her tightly to him.
I climb the steep stairs to the stage, my admiration for the escort rising a couple of points. I don't see how he manages the ridiculously steep stairs and uneven stage as well as he does in those outrageous shoes he wears. "What's your name, love?" he asks me.
"Charlene Whipple," I reply clearly into the microphone.
"Shake hands, shake hands," our escort trills and I shake hands with Timothy, who looks even more sullen now that he has yet another older, taller opponent.
The escort shoos us off the to Justice building and I suppress the urge to laugh. He's really rather fluttery, like a brightly coloured piece of paper pinned to a clothesline. Seating myself in the large room assigned to me until we go to the train, I mentally review my strategy. The door opens and I look up, as the Moylas enter. I had half expected to see them, and stand with a smile. Satinee smiles back shyly, clinging to her father's hand. They cross the room to me and Mr. Moyla reaches out, taking my hand. "I can never thank you enough for what you did," he says fervently. "Is there anything we can do?"
I smile. "Train her - they'll probably try again next year. I don't have family, no one who will need me. I'll be fine."
Satinee shyly holds out a wilting bouquet of dandelions. "Thank you," she says softly, and I smile, taking them.
"You're quite welcome, Satinee," I say warmly. The Peacekeeper comes to run my visitors out and I take my seat again, tucking the dandelions into my carefully done-up hair. I fold my hands in my lap, waiting composedly to go to the train.
Last year, the father of the boy who was reaped staged an uprising when his son was killed. No one was stupid enough to join him, of course, and he was swift repressed and punished. There's been a rumour recently that he was only allowed to live because his daughter was going to be reaped this year. Once she dies, everyone suspects the father will meet with a quiet "accident."
The escort comes out on stage and I shudder. His metallic gold and silver makeup and clothing looks out of place, more appropriate to shiny One or Five. He minces his way across the stage, tapping the microphone twice. Loud echoing booms emerge to deafen us all and he clears his throat, leaning closer to it. "Welcome, welcome, to the annual reaping!" He left off which one. Can he not even count? "And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Stop nattering and get to it, I think sullenly. To my surprise, he obeys my silent command. Mincing his way to the boys' reaping ball, he pulls out a random slip and reads off, "Timothy Traunt!" A sullen looking sixteen-year-old slouches onto the stage, as the escort wobbles primly across to the girls' ball.
As everyone expects, he reads off the name, "Satinee Moyla!" A terrified twelve-year-old slowly ascends the stairs. "Are there any volunteers?" he calls rotely, then motions the two together. "Shake hands, you two."
But before they can, I call out, "Yes, I volunteer." Heads turn my way, confusion and astonishment written on the faces of those looking around. What I have done is hardly unprecedented, but volunteers are much more common in districts such as One, Two, and Four, than in survival-oriented Eight. The escort dithers a moment, not knowing what to do, then Peacekeepers surround me to march me onto stage. The escort shoos Satinee off the stage to make room for me. As she goes, she sends me a look of pure gratitude before running straight to her father, who falls to his knees and hugs her tightly to him.
I climb the steep stairs to the stage, my admiration for the escort rising a couple of points. I don't see how he manages the ridiculously steep stairs and uneven stage as well as he does in those outrageous shoes he wears. "What's your name, love?" he asks me.
"Charlene Whipple," I reply clearly into the microphone.
"Shake hands, shake hands," our escort trills and I shake hands with Timothy, who looks even more sullen now that he has yet another older, taller opponent.
The escort shoos us off the to Justice building and I suppress the urge to laugh. He's really rather fluttery, like a brightly coloured piece of paper pinned to a clothesline. Seating myself in the large room assigned to me until we go to the train, I mentally review my strategy. The door opens and I look up, as the Moylas enter. I had half expected to see them, and stand with a smile. Satinee smiles back shyly, clinging to her father's hand. They cross the room to me and Mr. Moyla reaches out, taking my hand. "I can never thank you enough for what you did," he says fervently. "Is there anything we can do?"
I smile. "Train her - they'll probably try again next year. I don't have family, no one who will need me. I'll be fine."
Satinee shyly holds out a wilting bouquet of dandelions. "Thank you," she says softly, and I smile, taking them.
"You're quite welcome, Satinee," I say warmly. The Peacekeeper comes to run my visitors out and I take my seat again, tucking the dandelions into my carefully done-up hair. I fold my hands in my lap, waiting composedly to go to the train.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Jeff
Jeff Walker is a very simple, down-to-earth man. He loves his daughter dearly, but he also loves his wife Kelly-Ann. He secretly feels very guilty for the death of his first wife, Maria, as he was driving when they were hit. He was a somewhat reckless driver and made a left turn that was cutting it a bit too close. When he met Kelly-Ann she comforted him in a way no one else had been able to and he married her the next year. He was upset and confused by the hatred his new wife and his daughter felt for each other, not sure who to believe.
When Kelly-Ann suggested Arianna move to Florida, and Arianna seemed to agree, he also agreed to it. Arianna called once a month in order to check in and reassure her parents that she was alright, but Kelly-Ann usually took the calls. Jeff did not know about Adam or the cruise until the hospital contacted him to tell him of Arianna's case. Kelly-Ann then told him that Arianna had gone on a cruise and he tried desperately to contact his daughter. He tracked the cruise until the wreck and communication was lost. When told that it was believed no one had survived he was heartbroken and again, blamed himself for his daughter's death.
Kelly-Ann, distressed by her husband's grief, suggested they take a plane to the port where the ship was supposed to dock and see if they could find anything out about Arianna. When the plane crashed on the island where Arianna was living, Jeff was overjoyed to find his daughter not only alive but even thriving. He felt a cordial respect for Daniel, was thrilled that he now had grandtwins and made shameless efforts to hold them. Taking Daniel's word that Klaus was no good and had hurt Arianna, he felt a suspicious dislike that was close to hatred for the other man.
A good friend, somewhat irresponsible but loving father, and doting grandfather, he is loyal and protective, determined to make up for his past mistakes by protecting his family no matter what. Very simple and straightforward, he dislikes anyone who hurt those he cares about. Very strong, he's someone you'd want on your side in a fight.
When Kelly-Ann suggested Arianna move to Florida, and Arianna seemed to agree, he also agreed to it. Arianna called once a month in order to check in and reassure her parents that she was alright, but Kelly-Ann usually took the calls. Jeff did not know about Adam or the cruise until the hospital contacted him to tell him of Arianna's case. Kelly-Ann then told him that Arianna had gone on a cruise and he tried desperately to contact his daughter. He tracked the cruise until the wreck and communication was lost. When told that it was believed no one had survived he was heartbroken and again, blamed himself for his daughter's death.
Kelly-Ann, distressed by her husband's grief, suggested they take a plane to the port where the ship was supposed to dock and see if they could find anything out about Arianna. When the plane crashed on the island where Arianna was living, Jeff was overjoyed to find his daughter not only alive but even thriving. He felt a cordial respect for Daniel, was thrilled that he now had grandtwins and made shameless efforts to hold them. Taking Daniel's word that Klaus was no good and had hurt Arianna, he felt a suspicious dislike that was close to hatred for the other man.
A good friend, somewhat irresponsible but loving father, and doting grandfather, he is loyal and protective, determined to make up for his past mistakes by protecting his family no matter what. Very simple and straightforward, he dislikes anyone who hurt those he cares about. Very strong, he's someone you'd want on your side in a fight.
Kelly-Ann
Kelly-Ann is a minx, plain and simple. Vindictive, spiteful, gauche, and quite willing to hit below the beltline, she does have a good side if you can find it. When she was younger she had a fling with Michael Salvatore, which resulted in a baby they named Kol. Kelly-Ann was unable to care for the little boy and sadly left him on an orphanage step, hoping he would be cared for and adopted. Much later on, she met and fell in love with recently widowed Jeff Walker. She married him but hated his daughter Arianna with a Snow-White-Stepmother hatred, banishing her stepdaughter to Florida. To be fair Arianna always resented her stepmother and didn't exactly try to welcome her.
Kelly-Ann did and does truly love Jeff and was very unhappy at his grief upon hearing that the ship Arianna was on had wrecked. She suggested they take a plane to the Caribbean and try to find out if Arianna had survived. Ironically the plane crashed on the very island where the ship wrecked, and Jeff was reunited with his daughter. After finding out that Arianna was now married and a mother, Kelly-Ann reluctantly and tacitly conceded that Arianna wasn't the spoiled brat she had been in South Carolina, and the two operated as untrusting allies. Kelly-Ann learned that a man named Michael was responsible for most the pain and suffering the wrecked survivors had experienced on the island but didn't make the connection between him and her former fling.
Kelly-Ann did and does truly love Jeff and was very unhappy at his grief upon hearing that the ship Arianna was on had wrecked. She suggested they take a plane to the Caribbean and try to find out if Arianna had survived. Ironically the plane crashed on the very island where the ship wrecked, and Jeff was reunited with his daughter. After finding out that Arianna was now married and a mother, Kelly-Ann reluctantly and tacitly conceded that Arianna wasn't the spoiled brat she had been in South Carolina, and the two operated as untrusting allies. Kelly-Ann learned that a man named Michael was responsible for most the pain and suffering the wrecked survivors had experienced on the island but didn't make the connection between him and her former fling.
Alan
Alan is a good, straight-shooting guy. After his parents died he went to live with his adult sister and her husband. Once he turned eighteen he gave his sister a goodbye kiss, her husband a handshake, and set off to make a life for himself. He decided to go out to the Caribbean and see what he could pick up down there, beside malaria. He's tough, over protective, very caring, is the proprietor of a sense of humour, and would die for the ones he loves. He does hold grudges, however, and if you hurt someone he cares about, even to help them, you've lost his friendship, probably forever. (cough *Elijah*cough*Arianna*cough) He's completely devoted to Alex and would do anything she wanted.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Arianna
Arianna is a neurotic, insecure, bossy, manipulative, sweet-natured, shy but mischievous and stubborn girl. She was very attached to her mother and feels partly responsible for her death - it was a car accident, her mother knew they were about to be hit and instead of unbuckling her seat belt and twisting out the way, she turned to make sure Arianna wouldn't be hurt. Two years later Jeff Walker (Arianna's father) remarried a woman who hated Arianna, and the feeling was mutual. Kelly-Ann sent Arianna to live in the family's rental house in Florida.
It was in Florida that Arianna got her first boyfriend, who cheated on her, ditched her, and then later, in a drunken rage, attacked her with a knife. Shocked, horrified, and bleeding from her side, she drove herself to the hospital where she was treated for her wound, emotional instability, and mental instability. She became friendly with one of the nurses who suggested she go for a cruise to get her mind off of it all. Arianna took her advice and the rest is, as they say, history.
As well as mental and emotional issues, Arianna's health isn't in tip top form either. She's had a condition since birth that is, as far as anyone knows, unique, and completely mystifies all the doctors she's seen. She takes medicine for it which treats the symptoms and keeps her alive. When she ran out after the wreck she did her best to replace it with herbal treatments, but they weren't strong enough and she nearly died.
Arianna was also well versed in herbal treatments, interested in it for awhile she read about it obsessively before becoming a midwife apprentice. She can be a bit overly sure of herself, leading to conflicts.
It was in Florida that Arianna got her first boyfriend, who cheated on her, ditched her, and then later, in a drunken rage, attacked her with a knife. Shocked, horrified, and bleeding from her side, she drove herself to the hospital where she was treated for her wound, emotional instability, and mental instability. She became friendly with one of the nurses who suggested she go for a cruise to get her mind off of it all. Arianna took her advice and the rest is, as they say, history.
As well as mental and emotional issues, Arianna's health isn't in tip top form either. She's had a condition since birth that is, as far as anyone knows, unique, and completely mystifies all the doctors she's seen. She takes medicine for it which treats the symptoms and keeps her alive. When she ran out after the wreck she did her best to replace it with herbal treatments, but they weren't strong enough and she nearly died.
Arianna was also well versed in herbal treatments, interested in it for awhile she read about it obsessively before becoming a midwife apprentice. She can be a bit overly sure of herself, leading to conflicts.
Aiden
Aiden was a street fighter from the time a very young age. Homeless at six years old, he soon learned fighting techniques the hard way. Strong, determined, and with the flame of the will to survive, he soon made himself ruler of his little territory, taking down even guys larger than he was, able to take on five mediocre fighters at once, and fiercely clever. He soon learned to hide any weakness, denying and destroying them.
One day he saw a guy attacking a girl, and lit into him. The man died from his ensuing injuries, and Aiden was put on the wanted list. Fleeing, he hitchhiked and trainhopped to the deep South, eventually ending up in Florida. He stowed away aboard a cruise ship heading out to the Caribbean to escape the police.
He's very rough and tough, not one to be messed with, but deep inside he has a very caring heart. If once you get inside and he cares about you, there's no one more loyal or protective. He's very knife-happy but would never injure or harm a girl...Katherine excepted. If someone he cares about dies, he's practically crippled and when Olivia died he couldn't think of anything but joining her.
One day he saw a guy attacking a girl, and lit into him. The man died from his ensuing injuries, and Aiden was put on the wanted list. Fleeing, he hitchhiked and trainhopped to the deep South, eventually ending up in Florida. He stowed away aboard a cruise ship heading out to the Caribbean to escape the police.
He's very rough and tough, not one to be messed with, but deep inside he has a very caring heart. If once you get inside and he cares about you, there's no one more loyal or protective. He's very knife-happy but would never injure or harm a girl...Katherine excepted. If someone he cares about dies, he's practically crippled and when Olivia died he couldn't think of anything but joining her.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Elf King
Would you believe you can't clip images from Google images to polyvore? How stupid is that?
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Planet Torque
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Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Hit the Lights
You know lights will smash if you hit them, right? Anyway...
Name: Clara Star Walken
Age: 19
Model: Claire Holt
Personality: Bright, bubbly, sneaky, mischievous, reservedly friendly (this oxymoron will be explained below)
Bio: Abuse, lies, manipulativeness, terror. Clara's whole life can be summed up in these words. The child of r.ape, her mother sold her into child prostitution. Clara was having none of it and ran away. She had two years of happiness, living with her school principal's family, until he died of cancer. She left the family, not wanting to be a burden, and moved in with a homeless teenage gang who ran downtown. They weren't a particularly bad lot, they didn't perpetrate violent crime, but alot of them were druggies, smokers, or drinkers. Clara inadvertently became addicted to cigarettes while here from all the residual smoke.
Upon turning seventeen, she moved out, getting a job as a nanny. However when her employers found she smoked she was fired, and attached herself to the group of kids going to Australia. Naturally fun-loving and laid-back, Clara will be friendly with anyone, and if you earn her true friendship there's no one better. She'll listen to sad, disjointed tales and tears for hours on end and still be sympathetic, but she hates passionately talking about her past.
Likes: Children, fruit, clean parties, being understood, being safe
Dislikes: Cigarettes, people who take advantage of her, being homeless, being alone, talking about herself, strong drink, drugs
Fears: men, sleazy women, rejection (again[!])
Secrets: Smokes, (she tries to hide it,) is naturally very timid, has managed to keep her virginity through her whole life, cherishes it above any worldly possession
Tags:
I'm going to assume that you want to have fun for your vacation right? Well, it's too bad I'll be there every step of the way to ruin all of your fun! Watch out all of you liars, you never know when I'll strike.
-A
Name: Clara Star Walken
Age: 19
Model: Claire Holt
Personality: Bright, bubbly, sneaky, mischievous, reservedly friendly (this oxymoron will be explained below)
Bio: Abuse, lies, manipulativeness, terror. Clara's whole life can be summed up in these words. The child of r.ape, her mother sold her into child prostitution. Clara was having none of it and ran away. She had two years of happiness, living with her school principal's family, until he died of cancer. She left the family, not wanting to be a burden, and moved in with a homeless teenage gang who ran downtown. They weren't a particularly bad lot, they didn't perpetrate violent crime, but alot of them were druggies, smokers, or drinkers. Clara inadvertently became addicted to cigarettes while here from all the residual smoke.
Upon turning seventeen, she moved out, getting a job as a nanny. However when her employers found she smoked she was fired, and attached herself to the group of kids going to Australia. Naturally fun-loving and laid-back, Clara will be friendly with anyone, and if you earn her true friendship there's no one better. She'll listen to sad, disjointed tales and tears for hours on end and still be sympathetic, but she hates passionately talking about her past.
Likes: Children, fruit, clean parties, being understood, being safe
Dislikes: Cigarettes, people who take advantage of her, being homeless, being alone, talking about herself, strong drink, drugs
Fears: men, sleazy women, rejection (again[!])
Secrets: Smokes, (she tries to hide it,) is naturally very timid, has managed to keep her virginity through her whole life, cherishes it above any worldly possession
Tags:
I'm going to assume that you want to have fun for your vacation right? Well, it's too bad I'll be there every step of the way to ruin all of your fun! Watch out all of you liars, you never know when I'll strike.
-A
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