Clarimond

Introduction

IMPORTANT: Clarimond has mysteriously vanished now. Her last known home is cleared out, all her belongings gone. There is no sign of where she went or why she left. Do not try to find her IC, it's not going to happen.

Clarimond Harcourt is nearly one thousand years old. She was born to a Norman noble in the year of 1046, a descendant of Norse conquerors who settled northern France, and her bloodline is purely of this proud stock. She married a man of noble blood, also a Norman, and she accompanied him when William the Conqueror took the English crown. But their happiness did not last long.. the embrace happened. She was only twenty years old when she died and became immortal. That is all she usually tells people as far as her history goes. If she trusts you, she may tell more, but this trust is not normally easy to win.

She speaks French, English, and Norse

"In the dead of night you will hear me cry,
I will come to earth and you will die.
You cannot escape this terrible fate,
Your time has come and the hour is late.

In the robes and veils of grey,
In peaceful rest I cannot lay.
I come to your home to warn of death,
I walk the land but draw no breath.

I take the form of a hooded crow,
And gaze at the carnage of battle below.
Or on land, in the guise of a Hare,
Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare.

I am the Goddess of sword and spear,
A sorrowful mourn, means I am near.
My presence will fill all men with dread,
I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead."

"An Bean Sidhe" by Cruachan

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Stereotypes


	I remember the tales of these creatures as a child. I wouldn't be surprised if faerie kingdoms exist, but do they? Nature is alive all around us, I have summoned her children, her elements incarnate. Do nature spirits truly thrive together in some hidden kingdom as we were told as babes?
	A Christian myth
	I have seen many strange sights during my long lifespan. Men and women who can bend reality to their will should be given respect but I no longer trust them.
	I was once one of these, so long ago, and I remember my naive innocence well. But now the cattle, the herd, the prey, they are sacks of blood in my eyes. But they are sacks of blood that can fight back. Hide your existence from them or face their paranoid wrath.
	We have more in common than you will ever know.
	It is one thing to be immortal, yet it is another thing entirely to be without a physical form, and be forced to wail in the night alone. It is better to suffer the Curse of Caine than to live that way.
	Camarilla: Recent events have shown me that you cannot be trusted.		Sabbat: I was wrong about you for my entire life. Now I understand a great many things that I did not before.