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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 11:33 (2,059 Views) | |
| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 11:33 Post #1 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Player handle: Orissa Name: Clarice Harris a.k.a. Orissa (short Ori), alter persona known as Chris (Christopher) Age: 46 Place of birth: Breslau, Poland Age of embrace: 21 (embraced in 1988) Clan: Malkavian Sect: Camarilla, former Anarch Species: Vampire Disciplines: Obfuscate, Auspex, Dementation Average blood level: 85% Derangement:
Appearance: Quite short and skinny, with long slender limbs. Petit hands and feet seem childlike, some people refer to Clarice as a jailbait. She lacks the feminine shapes and moves like men. Bears a mix of slavic and roman features. Dark blonde hair which is often dyed carrot-like, always left messy; the wind is the best hairdresser. Pale skin with visible net of veins all over the body (except the face). Darkbrown eyes that seem very wise to some, while making the most feel uneasy to say the least. The face looks quite young, but if you take a closer look you can spot minor wrinkles and shades around the eyes. Facial expressions are a bit impaired as left side of face is nearly paralyzed, often not reflecting the actual emotions Usually dresses up like male skinheads, though it depends on mood and current burning passion. Sometimes wears themed clothes related to ideas or interests. In all this madness keeps fine taste and never mixes several styles/symbols, everything makes a harmonic entirety Obfuscate mask - Chris Haven: White Ford Transit parked in random spots around Enfield History: Her real name is not known, that feature of mortal existence fell into oblivion. Raised in family of partially German origin, among skinheads as her godfather was one of them. Like many other skinheads, she used to fall in trouble with the law, in the end bearing fatal reputation. As an outcast and declared anti-socialist, she couldn't graduate from any decent school, neither get a full-time job. Entire family, except that skinhead branch, disinherited her and told her to never come back Since early childhood Clarice suffered from autism, never got along with her schoolmates. On top of that she was always painfully honest and plainspoken, considered antisocial by the others, troublesome by the principals. Speaking the truth was a huge crime back in '80s, almost like in Orwell's 1984. School is something Clarice purged from her memory, not wanting the hellfire to char her brain anymore She was also a little of a clairvoyant, could foresee in many cases, frightening people around. It's unknown whether it was a supernatural gift or she could rather place accurate bets, anyway, that ability was lost later in her (un)life She's always been insomniac, being unable to sleep till the dawn and then sleeping till the noon. Night owls were not welcome in society, they seemed totally odd for communistic robots who used to wake up and go to sleep together with the sun. Her hatred towards communism made her despise the society. She couldn't stand close-minded people who easily fall for state propaganda The only people able to accept Clarice were old spiritualists, remnants of the hippy generation. They saw her wisdom and understanding of the universe, yet they were always worried she's not able to tell kind lies nor stand injustice quietly. A girl that is crystal-hearted and lost in this world, they said In 1988 her affiliation led her to London, where Skrewdriver (note: a RAC band) was performing live. Though it was a familiar environment, she couldn't really identify with the crowd. Wandering London at nights she was mesmerized by strange beauty of this place. She could appreciate many little things which were unnoticed by mere humans. Night rains, fog soon before the dawn, the silence of sleeping London... One night a stranger approached and noted her eyes bear great wisdom and insight. He didn't bother to greet Clarice or introduce himself and she didn't even pay attention to it, just as if her mind was bending under the aura of madness. They moved straight to serious conversations. Philosophy, psychology, spirituality... There was so much to say, so many experiences from western and eastern school to trade. She was very open minded, did not fear the supernatural and quickly acknowledged her new mate is a child of night. She didn't ask for the embrace, it was an uspoken agreement between lunatics, to make it happen spontaneously, in the right time Her sire was a guide to the new life, taught her how to deal with the new derangements and how to make use of the greater insight. Shown her how useful Obfuscate might be and how Auspex takes perception to whole new level. Their path was humanity, in their madness they were sometimes more human than the kine A few weeks after the embrace her sire suffered the final death, such Pariah fell into trouble with Sabbat, or so she heard. Details are not known, rumors say he was too self-righteous for the Sabbat and far too outspoken to go unnoticed by the Camarilla. Clarice couldn't get over the loss of her sire, her mind begun to crack with new intensity. (un)fortunately the madman was able to contact her via the Cobweb. His essence was dripping into her mind, infusing with her masculine aspect, in result creating an alternate persona known as Chris. It is unknown whether it was her sire's name, Chris himself explains this name means a lot and pairs well with his personality. Clarice says every Chris she used to know was a good man, and so she came to like this name Out of fear the Sabbat would trace her sire's bloodline and go after her, she started traveling across the Europe, trying her best to stay out of trouble. The journey was fruitful, Clarice learned much about both kindred and kine, and most importantly - studied psychology for many years. Over 2 decades she realized she can't be a Pariah like her sire, especially in modern society. Meeting kindred of many allegiances, she felt the most comfortable among the Anarchs, relying on her own intuition instead of obeying strict rules or letting the Beast take over her unlife By the end of 2012 AD some of the voices started mentioning London. After months she's headed from Russia towards the UK, every day being convinced even more that she did the right thing. The fear of British Sabbat has faded, her sire was long lost in the collective memory of Londoners Clarice arrived in London around October 2013. Taking her first steps in railway station, she hummed an old good song of Skrewdriver Before the winter starts to fall; I'm taking heed of Europe's call... Notes:
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 17:48 Post #2 |
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Hey Orissa, thanks for the app! Now, I really like the premise of your character, but I have one little bitty issue: the SS dagger. Those things are literally worth thousands of dollars. If you could write sort of a specific background on how your character went about getting said dagger, or even if you'd prefer to remove if from your application, we can get you started playing on the forums [: That being said, at this moment in time, this application is [on hold] until further notice. |
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| Renard | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 18:45 Post #3 |
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Additional things to think about: Four derangements is a bit much, especially as MPD is becoming somthing like the standard Malkavian condition here. Please reconsider and see if you can make some changes there. Same goes for the clarvoyance angle. Also, could you expand a bit on her mortal life before the embrace ? I don't really get a picture of the character as such there. |
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 19:26 Post #4 |
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Sexually abused by a Jew
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Thank you for pointing this issue, that makes for a short story about her journey note: updated the color of Ikalin's lines so it's easier to read As mentioned before, her family was at least 1/4 german. Her grandfather from father's side was a mysterious relative, faded away from family before Clarice was born. Clarice and her father only knew his name but it was impossible to trace the grandpa, like he fled from their country or so. The only rumors left behind him said it was a very kind and disciplined person Now we move forward in time, to 1994 AD, May it seemed to be. Clarice moves from Norway to Denmark, having balkan countries and distorted sense of passing time in her mind. She was eager to travel south as soon as possible, but the voices became concerned as she was approaching the german border Бабушка (Babushka) advised: A gleam of your passion across your path. Miss it not, will fade with no second chance Babushka, chto vy gavaritie? V Germaniju... Clarice made a stop in Hamburg, trying to get the puzzle pieces together, but they were escaping like little, colorful mice Why you so exhausting, I swear I'll get you one day... She rambled around the Hamburg Hauptbahnhof, the sound of passing trains and squeeking brakes was always calming her mind. Clearing up the mess a little, she started noticing human noises around. Tourists in hurry, the shift of drivers and conductors, snorting penners Heeeey there, smelly hermits Protected by Unseen Presence, she approached sleeping bums. There was noone around, kine disgusted by the smell used to stay away from this corridor. Many of the stinkers fell into deep alco-slumber, a few were sleeping peacefully Mmmm, that jerky was an alcohol... That's smello, but no poison. No candies for dandies today She laid down among the bums, seemed almost like an unofficial member of their clique. She tried to sip her victim's blood without sucking the skin and spilling too much around. That was.. almost successful. Her mouth was still shocked by the taste, but even such low blood revitalized the whole body. Feeling slightly dizzy, she stood up and discreetly left the building Clarice worn off the mental cloak, wandering the streets of Hamburg brought her mind into the void, but she didn't get to enjoy it for long Why are you sleeping, while the night's not over? No, Ikalin, no need for you now Alright then, I've changed my mind about that gift for you... Nononono wait, what gift? Ah just little bloody thingy, barely worth mentioning... Clarice tried to make the cutest face ever: Please, tell me o lady of the wicked Ewww, your face would disgust even my latest pimp. Okay, I will tell you, just stop this nightmare Clarice made her face motionless: I am an Iceman now, speak the truth Open your eyes, clean your ears and seek the one who once was lost and nearly forgotten Clarice decided to have a rest and let her mind work it out while she's sleeping. The next evening she woke up falling straight into euphoria. She brought her hearing to superhuman levels and waited Southern Germany my child... Immediately she rushed forward, not even paying attention to her direction or anything else. After a few seconds she stopped for a moment, trying to rethink her travel route. So she took a night train to Frankfurt am Mein, arriving soon before the dawn. The next day she spent seeking some blood to maintain her heightened senses. Finally she was ready to listen again So you made it so far. What can you offer me for a tip? I don't know, does the lady want to be cheered up? I want to be.. satisfied. You know what? Break your rib and then we'll talk Ooooh, we don't like the pain, but gift so close... So..? Chris, you do dis Clarice pierced her chest with a metal bar, bleeding and biting her lips out of pain Ah fuck, next time I won't listen to you, girls have always bad ideas... (viciously laughing) The land of SA is your sandbox kiddo, pleasure to make deals with you Aaaayy, not today, mi minds not work with pain... Clarice fell asleep. Next day she woke up unusally hungry, curing the wounds is very exhausting. But she couldn't feed in Frankfurt again, so she took a train to München hoping there will be a great dinner. Unfortunately the train was a bit too crowded to feed discreetly, her first steps in München Hauptbahnhof were very unstable, the mind was shattering more than usually. Babushka tried to say something, but Clarice couldn't understand a word. A security man approached and asked if she's alright, she mumbled something that could by no means be understood, the guard was escorting her through an empty corridor, for staff only. His neck was so close to her itchy fangs, she couldn't resist anymore...After a while she got up from the ground, facing the pale corpse of a guard Who dat? The ID card was saying Andreas Neumann -I don't know that gorilla, Chris, you? -Nooope... Better get the fuck outta here -Okay, bai bai Andreas! Clarice fled from that station and ran deeper into the town. After finding an open basement window she jumped in and started thinking where should she head now Rememeber what they said? Umm.. No? Your ears... After a while of confusion and chasing roaches, Clarice finally managed to listen. What she heard were heavy breaths. She followed them, wandered across the town not even knowing what is that. She was becoming more and more enthusiastic, like a child that almost won in hide'n'seek What that? A grandpa? Now she heard better, it was that last day of human life or something. Out of curiosity she managed to find the right apartment, tho breaching the lock wasn't that easy. She found an old man, falling unconscious No grandpa, don't sleep! After a while it was over, he took his last breath and the last heartbeat Grandpa, wake up, where's my treasure?! The flame faded NOOOO!! This is so unfair! Hey hey hey, the game is not over, look around for your precious Clarice desperately searched for any bauble. Many old books, some jewelry... Where's my precious?! She furiously thrown a wardrobe down on the ground, old wood has broken, no longer protecting the old uniforms He- heyyyy There was a safe behind the wardrobe, with fairly simple lock mechanism -Chris, you know such things, get our treasure! -That might set us up for a while, okay then Chris listened carefully to the clicking mechanism, getting the vault open. There were no bars of gold like he would expect, but Clarice was nearly mesmerised. She took her treasure, an SS dagger Oooooo... There were also some documents left, but Chris focused rather on their job didn't bother with them We made a lot of noise... The cops will arrive soon, move! They fled from that apartment, straight back to the basement Clarice found before. Silent laughter of Babushka could be heard when they were falling asleep, hugging the new bauble... Edited by Clarice Harris, Monday, 21. October 2013, 23:37.
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| Clarice Harris | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 20:55 Post #5 |
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Renard, as for derangements I chose them quite carefully. According the the clanbook, who is a madman in his mortal life, will suffer more than other Lunatics in the new unlife. There are 4 derangements, but they're not so much intensive, that's making it balanced, if I might say so Dualism is kind of core feature, it represents pure feminine and pure masculine aspect of personality, it's rather a fissure in personality than a few different persons sharing the same body Insight is something I wanted to bite in a.. different approach. Not the actual prophecies, rather very minor factors that contribute to common understanding. It's being perceptive, an ability to notice things the others would skip As you just wish, the picture of mortal life will be included in the main post, as soon as I manage to develop it a bit |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Monday, 21. October 2013, 23:51 Post #6 |
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Alrighty. Now that we've got things sorted out, I'm happy to say your character is [approved.] I'm excited to see what you can do [: |
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| Clarice Harris | Sunday, 6. April 2014, 20:06 Post #7 |
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Discipline claims for Advanced Neonate (9 pts): Auspex
Obfuscate
Dementation
Edited by Clarice Harris, Friday, 10. July 2015, 01:47.
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