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| − | 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. 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. | + | 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. |
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| + | 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. | ||
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| − | <p> | + | <p>"In the dead of night you will hear me cry,<br /> |
| + | I will come to earth and you will die.<br /> | ||
| + | You cannot escape this terrible fate,<br /> | ||
| + | Your time has come and the hour is late.</p> | ||
| − | <p> | + | <p>In the robes and veils of grey,<br /> |
| + | In peaceful rest I cannot lay.<br /> | ||
| + | I come to your home to warn of death,<br /> | ||
| + | I walk the land but draw no breath.</p> | ||
| − | <p> | + | <p>I take the form of a hooded crow,<br /> |
| + | And gaze at the carnage of battle below.<br /> | ||
| + | Or on land, in the guise of a Hare,<br /> | ||
| + | Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare.</p> | ||
| − | <p> | + | <p>I am the Goddess of sword and spear,<br /> |
| + | A sorrowful mourn, means I am near.<br /> | ||
| + | My presence will fill all men with dread,<br /> | ||
| + | I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead."</p> | ||
| − | <p>" | + | <p>"An Bean Sidhe" by Cruachan</p> |
Latest revision as of 02:45, 21 February 2015
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
