Claire

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Irrelevant Things Name: Claire Danforth Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Amber Height: 5' 7" Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Accent: Upper-class Brit Profession: Dominatrix Valgaraid: "You have a whip. Why do you have a whip?!" L H Franzibald: "For Whipping." - The Song of the Sorcelator, Part Three, Penny Arcade Glorious Dawn Claire was born in Camp Verde, Arizona, as the youngest of three daughters. Her family was reasonably well off, and she rarely lacked for anything while growing up. If anything, she may have been a little bit spoiled as a child, but she was definitely happy. She seemed so utterly innocent, and was quick to make friends. She certainly wasn't the one getting bullied in school; indeed, a lot of the 'bullies' seemed to be protecting her. Zenith As she grew from a small child to a young woman, Claire's circle of friends just grew and grew. She was the popular one, the trendsetter, the queen bitch of the school. She was developing a somewhat dark, sinister streak at this stage, but almost nobody noticed; as far as outward appearances were concerned, she was a paragon of virtue, someone to look up to, someone to emulate. Still, earning her displeasure was often... unhealthy. Oh, she'd never lay hands on anyone herself, but she didn't have to. She had other people for that. Dusk After graduating from highschool (with considerably higher grades than she technically should have gotten), Claire apparently grew restless. She'd do the whole college bit later, she'd say. She disappeared from time to time, generally with some excuse that was perfectly plausible but not actually true. She'd spend quite a lot of time travelling around Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada and Texas, with the occasional foray into California and Utah. Why, she'd either not say or just plain lie about. Her family thought she was trying to 'find herself'. By now, Claire has moved to California, settling into Prospect. By day, she's a charming socialite; by night, a professional (if harsh) dominatrix. Or maybe, just maybe, she's something else entirely... Don't Know These People To Sleep, perchance to Dream Roxanne D'Arte "As far as nazi war criminals go, she's not that bad. 'Just following orders', right?" Alala Wells "For your benefit, every statement I make will contain exactly one lie, and it will be an obvious one. Now please stop accusing me of dishonesty, such slander is most unbecoming of a proper noblewoman. Not all Pooka are liars." Dyson Wells "Mostly harmless." Wake up, Crono Aveline de Lampériere "Mine. All mine. Not yours. Mine." Kyrie de Brocéliande "The early bird gets the worm. I stay up all night. You do the math." No Comments Primus Inter Pares "Humble, honest and well-meaning, just like real dragons." "These guys make great muses. The folks they inspire just explode with creativity!" Sic Semper Tyrannis "A bit quick to come with baseless accusations, if you ask me. Clearly horrible judges of character." "Keep up the good work! You're doing a great job so far. It must be great, being so universally loved." "Don't you think that's taking the whole Seelie thing a BIT too far?" Sic Transit Gloria Mundi "Sparkling in sunlight must be awfully embarrassing. Glitter doesn't look flattering on anyone." "I put on my robe and wizard hat." "So what was the skiing like down there?" Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur "Let's face it: the gene pool could use a little chlorine. You know who you are." "There *is* such a thing as too much sriracha." "Wasabi is *not* optional. Remember that, or apologize to your ancestors. In person."