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Emma + short hair

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Clara sighed, placing one perfectly manicured hand on the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress the headache that was coming. With a wary glance at the towering pile of papers, Clara pushed herself away from her desk. She’d needed a break anyways.

“Well, you’re not far from the Marshall’s office, it’s two doors down.” She gestured to her left. “This, is my office.” She stood, schooling her face into her professional smile. “Clara Swan, Marshall Hansen’s PA.” She walked around her desk, heels clicking on the wooden floor, and stuck a hand out. “And you are?” She didn’t like unknowns, but this man could be anyone, from a ranger to a janitor. 

The Shatterdome was a big place. Big itself was an understatement, it was a maze the size of a city, maybe, he was never good at comparisons. It seemed inevitable that, with what little time he had had to explore it, he would get lost. It happened to other rangers, at least, so gone were his reasons for feeling embarrassed about it.

He would’ve liked to eventually get back to his own quarters, if that was possible, but instead he ended up… there. God, his nose assaulted with the most expensive perfume that had ever graced his presence. He was mildly uncomfortable, to say the least. Hell. How long would it take for him to take her pen? It must’ve been worth his entire house. 

Impossible to shake away those thoughts after years of growing used to them; them being the difference between a decent meal and scraps that tasted like cardboard. At least he tried. Didn’t mean they didn’t cause him amusement, though. 

“Uh. I can see that… but I really need to know where the hell I am.”

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Getting back in the swing of things should have been easy. Clara had been a PA for years during the first invasion, but now it seemed as though there was even more paperwork to be done and interviews to plane, and paparazzi to bully, and forms to be filed, and goddammit, Clara wanted her own PA. And lord only knew where the Marshall had disappeared off to, leaving her with the brunt of the paperwork.

Clara stared at the large stack of.... stuff... on her desk. She missed being her own boss. Sighing heavily, Clara got to work, pulling one file in front of her, slightly terrified the entire stack would fall and crush her.

Five files in and Clara was more than ready to go back to bed, but with the rangers trying to find a drift compatible partner, and everyone else actually working, she wouldn’t really have another time to sit down and finish every form. Another five stacks later, and one teeny dent on the pile, Clara looked up as her door opened.

“I am extremely busy right now.”

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would you give up your money to bring your father back ?

“I-- No. I wouldn’t. I have to be rational here, logical rather than emotional. So don’t you dare say I don’t love my father, because I do. But without my family’s money, I wouldn’t be able to help fund the Jaeger program, and trust me when I say every cent counts.”

“So no, I wouldn’t give up my money, because saving my father might make a shit ton of other people lose their fathers. And I know my dad wouldn’t want that.”

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NAME ; SWAN, CLARA

BORN ; January 5, 2001, San Francisco, CA, USA [26]

PPDC ; MARSHAL PA 

Born to an extremely wealthy family, Clara was born and raised in San Francisco, despite her family’s influence across the country. She grew up valuing her privacy and understanding the art of talking a lot, and saying very little. By the time she was eleven, Clara had given up on schooling and had begun to be homeschooled by the best tutors money could buy. But she was restless, and the young girl would often sneak away from the house, making it a game to walk around without getting caught by the paparazzi. She was on one of her excursions when Trespasser attacked. It was a chaotic and terrible scene, one that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life, but she somehow managed to find her way back to her family’s home just in time to be spirited out of the city in the family helicopter. Once her family was safer in Sacramento where the private jet had been prepped, Clara’s older brother volunteered to use the helicopter to try and rescue other people who hadn’t made it out of the city. He never came back and her father died shortly afterwards due to a head wound. In the following months, Clara’s mother seemed to fade away and by the age of fifteen, Clara was essentially the head of the Swan family. Using her family’s fortune, she donated and helped fund the Jaeger program. Every check written out made her feel useful, and when she was eighteen, Clara signed up to work at the Shatterdome in LA. She quickly found her niche as the personal assistant of the marshal, her connections and resources gaining her a reputation of efficiency. Eventually, as the PPDC stopped funding the Jaeger program, Clara moved to the Hong Kong Shatterdome to help end the war that took her family from her. Once it was over, Clara focused on rebuilding her family empire and helping prepare for the eventuality that the rift would reopen. Even if it never reopened in her lifetime, at least she would help protect the future generations. Of course, her luck wasn’t that good and the rift reopened less than three years after it closed. She couldn’t get to Japan quick enough.

TRAITS;

[ ✓ ] resourceful, cunning, friendly

[ ✗ ] awkward, bossy, stubborn

CLARA’S FACECLAIM IS EMMA STONE and she is TAKEN