#bio: clara
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callofthxvoid · 2 years ago
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Please welcome CLARA JONES-BRENNAN (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 32-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as a DEPUTY FOREST RANGER. They are looking for JAMES BRENNAN, their HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.
quick facts
Title: The Phoenix
Name: Clara Jenny Jones-Brennan
Nickname: CJ (by her family)
Date of Birth: August 20, 1990
Age: 33
Place of Birth: London, United Kingdom
Hometown: New York City, New York
Languages: English, French, Italian, Mandarin
Faceclaim: Jessica Henwick
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: (Disaster) Bisexual
Relationship Status: Married to Jamie Brennan
personality
Myers-Briggs: ESTP - The Entrepreneur
Enneagram: Type Seven - The Enthusiast (7w8)
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Good
Occupation: Deputy Head Ranger
Role: Hunter
[+] witty, intuitive, charismatic, passionate [-] stubborn, irrational, arrogant, reckless
Character Inspirations: Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars), Ellie (The Last of Us), Blake Belladonna (RWBY), Robyn Hill (RWBY), Kate Beckett (Castle), Erin Lindsay (Chicago PD)
background
TW: Death
For as long as she has lived in Huntsville, Clara Jones has stubbornly avoided dealing with her past and tried very hard not to think about her future. She moved to town when she was a teenager as the ward of a park ranger and his wife. Her foster father, a native of Huntsville and something of a hometown hero, had apparently rescued her from some nebulous Bad Situation and decided to move back home with his new daughter to give her a chance to start over. And as far as Clara was concerned, that's all anyone needed to know about her. Who she was or what happened to her before was irrelevant.
What followed was fairly typical for a troubled teenager acting out: skipping school, staying out after curfew, a mild streak of delinquency, a lot of underage drinking, and falling madly in love with a boy of whom her father vehemently disapproved. Their relationship was dramatic and tempestuous, but she loved Jamie deeply and she was certain, in the way only a teenage girl can be, that everyone else was wrong about them and that he was the love of her life. Realising way later than she should have that she was the one who was wrong was a devastating blow to what little stability Clara had allowed herself to build.
And then came the storm. And the paradox. And the monsters. They should have scared her, but they didn't - not as much as the monsters from her own past did.
For a few years after that, Clara's tendency toward self-destructive behaviour only got worse. She took bigger and bigger risks. She crossed lines that even she wouldn't have crossed before. She would do something outrageously reckless, then somehow find a way to do something even more unhinged and unthinkable the next week. It was only when her careless actions cost the lives of the only real parents she'd ever had that Clara realised she had gone too far. They'd died protecting her, and that wasn't a mistake she could just shake off like the rest of them.
She hit rock bottom fast and hard, but with it came a resolve to finally pull herself together - to put the lifetime of hurt and anger she'd been toting around into something that made her feel worthwhile, something that honoured the sacrifice her foster parents made for her, even if she could never quite forgive herself for what happened. Now that she's a park ranger she's still a risk taker, she's still stubborn as hell, and she still refuses to listen to anyone else, but at least she feels like she has a purpose. And most days, that's enough to keep her going.
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Clara never talks about her past, but she does display a few hints that people may notice depending on how observant or knowledgeable they are. For example: - She speaks with an American accent, but occasionally slips up and spells in British English or uses British vocabulary. (Not at all including this as an excuse for me to occasionally slip up and use British vocabulary.) - Her American accent has grown more generic and difficult to place over time but there's still something distinctly New York about it. - She carries herself like someone who went through years of etiquette training. - She's familiar with the culture and customs of a variety of countries, mostly in Europe, to an extent that indicates she either lived there at some point or visited extensively.
She has three tattoos: a simple heptagon on her right arm, a stylised phoenix on her left shoulder, and the initials J.B. tattooed on the inside of her right wrist.
She's proficient at archery and wields a hunting bow on the occasions when she joins the town's hunting party. When she's doing night watch, she prefers to carry a crossbow - regular or pistol - because she finds it easier to climb with.
She rides a vintage motorcycle that used to belong to her foster father. It's her baby, and she generally takes better care of it than she does of herself.
Music was the only subject in school that she cared about and made an effort in. She plays the piano and sings quite well, although she has not dedicated much time to those hobbies in recent years.
Before she was a ranger, she worked as a bartender at Sally's Dancehall.
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furtilla · 4 months ago
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l0veb0m-b · 6 months ago
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‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ 💨 up and down, round and round, hit the spot! spot! spot! spot! 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹
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raykat · 3 months ago
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unloading some old annas and angels
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gallesblog · 3 months ago
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⠀⠀Clara Galle Icons
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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 days ago
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12 Days Of Christmas Countdown
2 Bios (1/2): Clara Waldorf in Scars Of Love [ Gossip Girl ]
Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?
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nosferatufaggot · 10 months ago
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SORRY WILL NEVER GET OVER IT!
"Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?"
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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smoothoperador · 2 years ago
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one thing about @hotgirlsrk and i is that we'll take any completely innocent inconspicuous stray kids song and make it horny for no reason call that a reverse bangchan
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leatherforhell · 2 years ago
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what if I just… redo my carrd. that I just made
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videcoeur · 2 years ago
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Clara Page bio is up!
art by @8bit-mau5 and coffeecake-adopts on DA c:
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evietales · 1 month ago
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bio under the cut ! ( tw : drug use , alcohol, abuse. )
her pride and joy , the very person who saved daisy jone's life. finding out she was pregnant during her stay in rehab , the baby the reason she stayed. life was simple , uncomplicated. marlene's birth was kept secret , a fact only known to daisy and simone. daisy's desire to keep her daughter out of the spotlight , out of the tabloids and public eye's scrutiny. it was unspoken , who marlee's father was. she carried her mother's last name , but those bright green eyes were a give away. as a child , marlee never questioned where her father was. daisy had decided it was a subject to approach when she was older , always given the answer when asked that marlee would always have her.
but as marlee grew older , there was that desired longing. watching other girls with their dads , an empty hole where that figure should be. and when marlee learned more of the six's history , the truth unraveled. but it was never spoken about. things were complicated , as much as she wanted to seek out her father ? it would only complicated things more. so , she watched from afar , accepted her role. it never dulled the sting , never changed the rift that was created between her mother and herself. plastered smiles at the dinner table hid her truth. it wasn't daisy's fault , she knew. but what if daisy told him , he'd be here , wouldn't he ? marlee was gifted with a voice like her mothers , the passion for music just as strong. she was raised with it always echoing through the halls of their home , visits to the studio and time on tour with her mother. marlee began writing songs , the same image of her mother journaling lyrics so long ago. dropping jones as a last name , the desire to make it on her own. but there was no denying the same stage presence of her mother , the same way she dazzled the crowds before. she didn't want to take help from her mother , that same stubborn streak. so she waited, small shows in bars. sending in demos to record companies until she earned her break. marlee rose , rising starlet. it was around the same time the documentary began filming. when the truth began to spill out. she couldn't be kept a secret anymore , the first time she met her sister , her father. time with them was short , taken at marlee's pace. who's world was taken over with new found fame. time in the studio , a first album and tour planned. the expectations of being daughter of rock legends. the first time she tried something to take the edge off , she convinced herself it was only just this once. but it helped , made everything better. she knew the dangers , knew her mother's story. but she wouldn't be that way, she wouldn't fall into the same cycle.
at least that's what she told herself , what worked until she met him. kye had edge she never did. he was well established in his own music , the front man of a band. their paths crossed at an after party , and marlee hung on every word he charmed her with. it happened so fast , wrapped in his world of parties and friends. she became a different person. the visits to her family stopped , even the phone calls started going unanswered. kye was all she needed, right ? he whispered twisted words of the shame she would hold if she went home , the disappointment her parents would hold if they saw her. so she fell dipper into a pit , accepted that he was everything she needed.
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karokawwo · 2 months ago
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ok so now that I'm talking abt kai's former gang I need to figure out which 2 was it he (and efrain) killed
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bcmuscd · 7 months ago
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name: clara eloise fray nicknames: face claim: nicola coughlan pronouns: she/her age: 21-37 dob: march 3 orientation: heterosexual occupation: personality (+): personality (-): blurb:
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clarasgallagher · 8 months ago
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no need for introductions, i´ve read about girls like you
"Vamos lá. Minha psicóloga disse que isso poderia ser útil, então cá estamos.
Meu nome é Clara Gallagher. Atualmente tenho 23 anos, curso Cinema e eu não poderia me sentir mais perdida possível. Na realidade, acho que sempre estive, mas eu prometi a mim mesma que tentaria parar de procurar profundidade nas coisas com tanta frequência. Quem sabe assim eu também não pararia de encontrar problemas que na verdade nem existem?
Quando pequena, eu sonhava em ser uma grande influenciadora no mundo da moda como minha mãe, Johanna, se tornou depois de muito esforço. Ela é uma estilista renomada, sempre buscada por pessoas importantes. Mas o ponto primordial de nossa relação é o sempre gostar de me lembrar que "Clara, eu vim do nada, você é apenas mimada!" quando eu digo não para alguma imposição especifica que ela tenta sobre mim. Sobre isso, meu pai diz pouca coisa, uma vez que ele sabe que nossa fonte de renda vem majoritariamente dela. Ou vinha, no meu caso, uma vez que busquei por todos os empregos possíveis para que pudesse juntar algum dinheiro e não ser totalmente dependente dela. Isso funcionou? Parcialmente. Ainda não sou a melhor pessoa do mundo quando se trata da inteligência financeira, mas estou tentando.
Meu pai é um sonhador. Ele geralmente vai ser encontrado perdido em pensamentos, fumando um cigarro e arqueando uma sobrancelha quando tem um pensamento profundo. Eu sempre o vi como um romântico irreparável, mas que foi profundamente machucado por questões da vida. Nem todo mundo consegue lidar com a injustiça do estar vivo, e meu pai é uma dessas pessoas." Ela amava observá-lo ler um livro que só ele parecia entender, e fazia isso com frequência principalmente na infância, quando ficava ao seu lado colorindo modelos descartados em papel de sua mãe. A conexão dos dois era silenciosa, porém forte. Pareciam se completar e se entender mesmo sem dizer muita coisa.
"... Ao crescer, eu tive uma lista de imposições para que eu pudesse ser minimamente "digna" da aprovação deles (diga-se: minha mãe). Ser magra, é claro, não fazer nada que fosse negativo diante da mídia a ponto de danificar sua imagem (o que poderia ser qualquer coisa, era difícil prever) e, o mais importante, ser sempre a melhor no meio que eu estiver. Dito isso, me tornei uma excelente mentirosa. Eu precisava performar para conseguir me encaixar no mundo perfeito dela enquanto ainda estava formando o meu próprio. Funcionou por um tempo, até que fiz algumas escolhas impulsivas e precisei ser socorrida, mas isso aí é coisa para outra parte deste diário."
Enquanto escrevia, a garota estava sentada na calçada em frente ao prédio que mora. A caneta escolhida para escrever com tanta raiva e rapidez não era muito boa: logo os dedos que usava de apoio estavam ligeiramente manchados, e conforme ela passava a mão pela escrita a palma da mão também ficava marcada. Seu pé batia ansiosamente, mas toda vez que se percebia, quando alguém passava ou ela parava para dar uma pausa no que escrevia, a garota tentava segurar. Não era de muita utilidade, uma vez que logo ele voltava com a mania.
Ter pensamentos maldosos a respeito de sua família era algo a qual estava acostumada quando era mais nova. Tinha um traço de rebeldia, algo tipo, "haha, sou melhor que vocês e sei disso". Mas desde o diagnostico de câncer de pulmão de seu pai, ela tem tentado reprimir isso. E tem tentado parar também com os cigarros, apesar de ter sido fumante passiva a vida toda por conta do progenitor, e achar que já teve estrago o suficiente em seu organismo para tentar reverter. Ela balançou a cabeça com o pensamento e quase riscou o último parágrafo, mas também se conteve. Um dia ela vai precisar reler tudo que está sendo escrito e, quem sabe, vai ter alívio em perceber que conseguiu sair daquilo.
"... Eu curso Cinema, o que não foi uma decisão tão profundamente pensada quanto eu gostaria. Eu só sabia que gostava muito da área, e quando você é uma criança privilegiada, você pode se dar ao luxo de experimentar antes de decidir realmente o que quer fazer. No momento, estou buscando algo que me complete e que traga algum retorno no futuro. Soltos alguns vídeos no YouTube quando me sinto inspirada, numa conta cujo nome nem é o meu de verdade. Além disso, tenho parceria como modelo com algumas marcas, e apesar da influência da minha mãe ter sido de grande importância nisso, espero que a última coisa que vejam ao assistir uma propaganda minha no Instagram ou em qualquer outro canto seja o quão dependente dela eu ainda sou."
Após escrever a última frase, o alarme de seu relógio acionou, indicando que deveria ir. Desde o diagnóstico do pai, todo sábado era dia de se reunir em "família" para tentar consertar algo que para Clara já não havia mais conserto, mas que ainda assim a tocava a ponto de não desistir de sempre comparecer. Guardou suas coisas na bolsa surrada, preocupando-se de deixar o caderno recém inaugurado bem protegido pelas demais coisas da mochila, e levantou-se da calçada, andando em direção à estação de metrô não muito longe de onde estava.
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Fnaf bitty: Clara
Fnaf bitty Clara Afton (O/Organic)
Version: OG(more canonical version)
Size: 7 - 8 inches tall(Mini) 1'4 - 2'4 feet tall(Fullsized)
Personality: Caring, stubborn, protective,
Likes: William bitties, Sarah bitties, Henry bitties, Elizabeth bitties, Michael bitties, Charlie bitties, Evan bitties, Robotic bitties,
Dislikes: not being around their family(if one is formed), people/bitties that are aggressive towards the ones they care about, being alone,
Compatibility: They tend to stay near (non danger zone) William bitties as well as Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan bitties, they also tend to be at least a little fond of Henry, Sarah, and Charlie bitties,
These bitties can be a little over protective of (non danger zone)Canon William bitties due to their willingness to let others abuse them,
They are often very untrusting of new bitties and can be extra protective of their found family, and have a habit of not wanting their found family near any new bitties till they know they are safe,
They like being able to take a motherly role with other bitties, and are known for adopting child and child like bitties if they’ll let them, though they are clearly more enthusiastic if a Michael, Elizabeth, or Evan bitty decide that they trust them, as well as Charlie bitties and even Baxter or Justin bitties as well,
Feeding habits: They prefer cooking for themselves and their loved ones! Though they do like having easy access to snacks, even if it’s just for their found family,
They can also be pretty stubborn about making sure everyone eats,
Additional info: These bitties are often very depressed before they found a family and are rarely accept being adopted without one! Often hiding when adoptors try looking for them!
In Universe: They are seen as odd but very good motherly bitties,
Difficulty: Basic
Features: Semi short blond hair, green eyes, fair skin with some freckles(though they're p light), average build,
AU info(This is only for the au type they are! Info may change in other au bios!):
Stayed with William till the end, she loves him but he spiraled so fast after Elizabeth died-
Did her best to make sure he ate, and made sure Michael was doing ok the best she could too ever since Evan passed,
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musemuseum · 1 year ago
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Clara Newman | Bio
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Name: Clara Belle Newman Face Claim: Emmy Rossum Pronouns: she/her Age: 37 DoB: January 17 Orientation: straight Occupation: artist Personality (+): creative, motherly, passionate, practical Personality (-): bossy, capricious, stubborn, disorganized Biography: Being the eldest of the Newman sisters, and having the number of family issues that have plauged the Newman family, it's no wonder that Clara can be a bit overbearing when it comes to her younger sister, Erica. Clara had to raise herself and Erica, and it shows in the way she deals with things and in her paintings.
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