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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.
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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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She speaks French, English, and Norse
 
She speaks French, English, and Norse
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<p>We were the warriors of the north<br />
 
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Notorious and brave<br />
 
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We'd never lost a fight in war<br />
 
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We feared not the grave</p>
 
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<p>The ruler of this northern court<br />
 
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My brother, lord, king<br />
 
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He always had our loyal swords<br />
 
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But we would feel his sting</p>
 
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<p>The ageing king had no decendants<br />
 
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No heir to take his throne<br />
 
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It filled his soul with fear<br />
 
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Transcendent<br />
 
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That next in line was my first-born</p>
 
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<p>The king's heart grew<br />
 
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Full of dark deception<br />
 
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Full of foul conspiracy<br />
 
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This was when dark days<br />
 
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Had their inception<br />
 
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And we fell to his vile deceit</p>
 
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<p>Robbed of arms, robbed of pride<br />
 
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But he spared our lives<br />
 
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The fear he had of Oden's wrath<br />
 
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Held his vengeful knife</p>
 
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<p>With hearts so cold we left our homes<br />
 
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Banished from our land<br />
 
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A life in shame, a life in grief<br />
 
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Until we rise again</p>
 
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<p>Winters come, winters pass<br />
 
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Twenty wasted years<br />
 
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We're ageing men, our youth is gone<br />
 
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We will shed no tears</p>
 
  
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<p>Winters come and winters pass<br />
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<p>"In the dead of night you will hear me cry,<br />
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Tenty years have gone<br />
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I will come to earth and you will die.<br />
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Like a dream we fade away<br />
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You cannot escape this terrible fate,<br />
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Into oblivion</p>
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Your time has come and the hour is late.</p>
  
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<p>We are the warriors of the north<br />
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<p>In the robes and veils of grey,<br />
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Notorious and brave<br />
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In peaceful rest I cannot lay.<br />
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We're old but strong as before<br />
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I come to your home to warn of death,<br />
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And we don't fear the grave</p>
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I walk the land but draw no breath.</p>
  
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<p>From the south an army rises<br />
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<p>I take the form of a hooded crow,<br />
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They ride under cross of gold<br />
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And gaze at the carnage of battle below.<br />
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From the shades we're called<br />
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Or on land, in the guise of a Hare,<br />
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In a time of crisis<br />
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Paralyzing victims with my piercing stare.</p>
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To defend the king now weak and old</p>
 
  
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<p>As the flames of warfare rage higher<br />
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<p>I am the Goddess of sword and spear,<br />
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We feel our destiny's embrace<br />
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A sorrowful mourn, means I am near.<br />
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We are ageing men of an old empire<br />
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My presence will fill all men with dread,<br />
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Now we can see Valhalla's gates</p>
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I wash the blood from the cloths of the dead."</p>
  
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<p>&quot;Warriors of the North&quot; by Amon Amarth</p>
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<p>&quot;An Bean Sidhe&quot; by Cruachan</p>

Latest revision as of 01:45, 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

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