Post by clara on Aug 21, 2019 1:43:50 GMT
Clara Baker
General
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthday: September 13
Stats
Class: Bard
Level: 1
HP: 16
STR: 0
MAG: 5 (+2)
SKL: 5
SPD: 6
DEF: 1
RES: 2 (-2)
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Anima Magic, C
Movement: D6
Appearance
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’3
Weight: 120 LBS
Build: Slender, short
Clothing: Clara seems to favor darker colors. She also prefers pants, along with longer sleeved items. She needs to have her limbs covered so that she doesn't have to worry about minor cuts or scratches when rushing through brush. She also prefers solid boots. Her clothing choices often lean towards practical.
About
Profession: Traveling Bard
Alliance: None
Hometown: Varris, a foreign city
Likes: Music, stories, birds
Dislikes: Eating fish, staying in one place for too long, raspberries
Personality:
Sometimes, the world has a funny way of working out. And Clara thinks she knows this better than anyone. With little of her own, this young woman found most of her enjoyment in stories. The freedom they granted, seeing another person's life, was almost awe inspiring. Diving into a story was almost enough to make her forget the war torn streets of Varris.
Clara finds a strange comfort in birds. They have the ability to simply fly away and find an entire new life. Clara thinks similarly to them. Her mind is always around the corner, looking to the next point. There's something more she can weave into a story. Maybe someday, people could escape through her.
Some call it compassion, but she doesn't see it like that. Others need an escape. Always willing to talk, to learn, she's not always willing to trust. Clara will be friendly, but is fully able to walk away when she needs to. Everything is temporary to her. They had to be, when growing up surrounded by death.
Clara is introspective to a fault. There's always some sort of deeper meaning to her, even when there isn't. She doesn't think on the surface and tends to miss some easy things, just because there's no way anything can be that simple.
Clara is jumpy. Having grown up during a war, every shadow could be an enemy. She considers herself hyper vigilant, but others around her know that there is an overlying anxiety to her life. Violence can happen at any point and Clara has to be ready.
Biography:
Her home city, Varris, was attacked when she was little. At the tender age of seven, her friends, and most members of her family were dead. She struggled, hiding with a small group of people, under Varris' attackers found them. Few escaped capture, her parent's weren't any of them. The strangers she fled with, Lawrence and Danica, were older than her.
They would keep this young girl calm with stories and songs. It was at this age that Clara developed a love of stories. She would constantly make up her own, even if they weren't any good.
Lawrence wasn't there to see Clara grow older, but Danica managed to stick around. The two were like sisters. Eventually captured, and separated, Clara spent her late teenage years as a prisoner of war. There, she developed a fondness of birds. They could fly and leave whenever they wanted. She would spend years watching them, and telling of their stories to other captured people.
As the war raged, Clara managed to reunite with her sister. This was brief, however, and the two developed a plan to flee. Danica paid for passage on a ship to Nohr and the two would unite after collecting what they could. Armed with little more than a stolen Lute, Clara arrived to the dock. Danica didn't. With no other choice, and not willing to risk capture, Clara left alone. Something about a new life in Nohr doesn't feel right, but things have never felt right. She just needs to keep walking.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: None
Additional Notes: Clara has a lute that she stole from the camp, hoping to sell it when she needs gold. She is not able to play it.
General
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Birthday: September 13
Stats
Class: Bard
Level: 1
HP: 16
STR: 0
MAG: 5 (+2)
SKL: 5
SPD: 6
DEF: 1
RES: 2 (-2)
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Anima Magic, C
Movement: D6
Appearance
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5’3
Weight: 120 LBS
Build: Slender, short
Clothing: Clara seems to favor darker colors. She also prefers pants, along with longer sleeved items. She needs to have her limbs covered so that she doesn't have to worry about minor cuts or scratches when rushing through brush. She also prefers solid boots. Her clothing choices often lean towards practical.
About
Profession: Traveling Bard
Alliance: None
Hometown: Varris, a foreign city
Likes: Music, stories, birds
Dislikes: Eating fish, staying in one place for too long, raspberries
Personality:
Sometimes, the world has a funny way of working out. And Clara thinks she knows this better than anyone. With little of her own, this young woman found most of her enjoyment in stories. The freedom they granted, seeing another person's life, was almost awe inspiring. Diving into a story was almost enough to make her forget the war torn streets of Varris.
Clara finds a strange comfort in birds. They have the ability to simply fly away and find an entire new life. Clara thinks similarly to them. Her mind is always around the corner, looking to the next point. There's something more she can weave into a story. Maybe someday, people could escape through her.
Some call it compassion, but she doesn't see it like that. Others need an escape. Always willing to talk, to learn, she's not always willing to trust. Clara will be friendly, but is fully able to walk away when she needs to. Everything is temporary to her. They had to be, when growing up surrounded by death.
Clara is introspective to a fault. There's always some sort of deeper meaning to her, even when there isn't. She doesn't think on the surface and tends to miss some easy things, just because there's no way anything can be that simple.
Clara is jumpy. Having grown up during a war, every shadow could be an enemy. She considers herself hyper vigilant, but others around her know that there is an overlying anxiety to her life. Violence can happen at any point and Clara has to be ready.
Biography:
Her home city, Varris, was attacked when she was little. At the tender age of seven, her friends, and most members of her family were dead. She struggled, hiding with a small group of people, under Varris' attackers found them. Few escaped capture, her parent's weren't any of them. The strangers she fled with, Lawrence and Danica, were older than her.
They would keep this young girl calm with stories and songs. It was at this age that Clara developed a love of stories. She would constantly make up her own, even if they weren't any good.
Lawrence wasn't there to see Clara grow older, but Danica managed to stick around. The two were like sisters. Eventually captured, and separated, Clara spent her late teenage years as a prisoner of war. There, she developed a fondness of birds. They could fly and leave whenever they wanted. She would spend years watching them, and telling of their stories to other captured people.
As the war raged, Clara managed to reunite with her sister. This was brief, however, and the two developed a plan to flee. Danica paid for passage on a ship to Nohr and the two would unite after collecting what they could. Armed with little more than a stolen Lute, Clara arrived to the dock. Danica didn't. With no other choice, and not willing to risk capture, Clara left alone. Something about a new life in Nohr doesn't feel right, but things have never felt right. She just needs to keep walking.
Other
Status: Single
Pet: None
Additional Notes: Clara has a lute that she stole from the camp, hoping to sell it when she needs gold. She is not able to play it.