Claire Labelle
Jul 27, 2012 13:37:59 GMT -6
Post by Claire Labelle on Jul 27, 2012 13:37:59 GMT -6
Name: Claire Labelle
Class: Cavalier-Paladin
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Age:16
Appearance: 5'4 fair skin, 120lbs
Clothes: She wears a white steel breastplate, pauldrons, gauntlets, and greaves. She wears a purple and red diamond checkered dress that falls a little past her knees, the small amount of shirt appears to be in the same fashion, the sleeves poof out from her armor.
Born in: Lycia-Caelin
Story: Claire was the second child, her older brother Christophe being 9 years old when she was born. They weren't poor but they weren't the richest family in town, being the baby of the family and daddy's little girl she was spoiled, if she said "I wanted a pony" she would wake to one the next day. Claire had always looked up to her older brother growing up, she aspired to be like him when she grew to his age. He had picked up a sword at a young age and trained for years, Claire had begged and begged to learn how to use a sword, her father refused because he didn't want his baby girl to get hurt. One day her father gave up and hired somebody to give her fencing lessons, that couldn't be too dangerous. One summer night Claire and her brother were staying at their aunt and uncle's house when their home had suddenly became engulfed in flames killing both their parents. The two had refused any handouts, at the age of 15 Christophe felt he could take care of himself and Claire. He had used what little money they received from their parents untimely death he bought them a small 2 bedroom house. Even thought the two struggled a bit from time to time he always helped others when he could. When Claire had asked him about it he told her it was his moral obligation to help those in need if he was able.
Growing up the two seemed to be very close, and to some they seemed to be too close to each other. After the attack on Ostia Christophe had left to help any survivers, Claire begged him not to go but he felt he had to and she should say home. He had wrote home almost weekly to let Claire know he was fine, the longer he stayed the longer the letters seemed to get then suddenly they had stopped coming. In the weeks to come she had heard about what happened to Ostia, Claire started to fall into a deep depression losing the only thing she had left. Everything had changed when one night she had an odd dream, she had thought it was a vision of hope. Her brother laid in a bed missing a leg and covered in burns with a look of pain each time he drew a breath, two women were nursing his wounds trying to learn his name, he couldn't remember a thing before the land violently attacked the people.
Claire had snapped out of her depression, there was hope her brother was alive and she had to find him. She had picked up as many extra shifts as she could at the tavern so she could leave town to find Christophe, she started off by having armor crafted and buying a sword since rumors were bandits had been more active. She had sold anything she didn't need and used that money along with earnings from work and the money Christophe stashed to buy a war horse, it would need to be strong enough to carry her and her brother home once she found him. She moved all of her belongings into Christophe's room and allowed her cousin to live in their home for the time being. She had cut up one of her brother's shirts and used it to tie her hair up in a ponytail and mounted up and left town. She had vowed to find her brother and help those in need because that's what he would do.
Alt of Hal.
Here's a picture of her, drawn by my ex.
Class: Cavalier-Paladin
Hair Color: Reddish Brown
Eye Color: Gray
Age:16
Appearance: 5'4 fair skin, 120lbs
Clothes: She wears a white steel breastplate, pauldrons, gauntlets, and greaves. She wears a purple and red diamond checkered dress that falls a little past her knees, the small amount of shirt appears to be in the same fashion, the sleeves poof out from her armor.
Born in: Lycia-Caelin
Story: Claire was the second child, her older brother Christophe being 9 years old when she was born. They weren't poor but they weren't the richest family in town, being the baby of the family and daddy's little girl she was spoiled, if she said "I wanted a pony" she would wake to one the next day. Claire had always looked up to her older brother growing up, she aspired to be like him when she grew to his age. He had picked up a sword at a young age and trained for years, Claire had begged and begged to learn how to use a sword, her father refused because he didn't want his baby girl to get hurt. One day her father gave up and hired somebody to give her fencing lessons, that couldn't be too dangerous. One summer night Claire and her brother were staying at their aunt and uncle's house when their home had suddenly became engulfed in flames killing both their parents. The two had refused any handouts, at the age of 15 Christophe felt he could take care of himself and Claire. He had used what little money they received from their parents untimely death he bought them a small 2 bedroom house. Even thought the two struggled a bit from time to time he always helped others when he could. When Claire had asked him about it he told her it was his moral obligation to help those in need if he was able.
Growing up the two seemed to be very close, and to some they seemed to be too close to each other. After the attack on Ostia Christophe had left to help any survivers, Claire begged him not to go but he felt he had to and she should say home. He had wrote home almost weekly to let Claire know he was fine, the longer he stayed the longer the letters seemed to get then suddenly they had stopped coming. In the weeks to come she had heard about what happened to Ostia, Claire started to fall into a deep depression losing the only thing she had left. Everything had changed when one night she had an odd dream, she had thought it was a vision of hope. Her brother laid in a bed missing a leg and covered in burns with a look of pain each time he drew a breath, two women were nursing his wounds trying to learn his name, he couldn't remember a thing before the land violently attacked the people.
Claire had snapped out of her depression, there was hope her brother was alive and she had to find him. She had picked up as many extra shifts as she could at the tavern so she could leave town to find Christophe, she started off by having armor crafted and buying a sword since rumors were bandits had been more active. She had sold anything she didn't need and used that money along with earnings from work and the money Christophe stashed to buy a war horse, it would need to be strong enough to carry her and her brother home once she found him. She moved all of her belongings into Christophe's room and allowed her cousin to live in their home for the time being. She had cut up one of her brother's shirts and used it to tie her hair up in a ponytail and mounted up and left town. She had vowed to find her brother and help those in need because that's what he would do.
Alt of Hal.
Here's a picture of her, drawn by my ex.
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