Description
Name: Cloasse Galletti
Age: 20
Height: Five foot seven inches
Weight: 123 lbs
Identifying Features: Cloasse has seven runes tattooed up the inside of her forearm, as well as ten separate runes on the pads of her fingers. Whilst these are usually the only visible tattoos, there are also other tattoos on her person, including her family crest and an insignia signifying 'The House' interwoven with one another on the small of her back.
Personality
Cloasse is typically quiet, and often recluses to the text she carries with her. However, when she does talk in conversation, she often comes across as sarcastic, caustic and can be funny. She is also far more mature than most her age, and can often be found talking with those a lot older than her.
Ever since returning to her parents - for reasons still unknown - Cloasse has been even quieter than usual, likely due to the repressive nature of her father. However, on returning to Gambit's, it's possible that the social interactions and all-round action in the place will draw out that perfect sarcasm that she loved to show off during her teen years.
Equipment
Rune Scrit Guild Pen - a small free-flowing ink pen, that must be dipped in either ink or blood to write with. Also has a small lever on the side, which, when pressed, reveals a small silver blade used for Blood Runes.
Casting Ink - the most common ink that Cloasse uses, made with a recipe hidden in her notebook. Most notably used when she makes Paper Creatures, as a considerable number of runes are required.
Enchanted Notebook - given to her by her late Grandmother, the Enchanted Notebook will regenerate pages when torn out, and, when a certain 'Lock' Rune is drawn on the cover, will reveal a hidden textbook of sorts that will explain most branches of Runes. Cloasse is still learning from this particular textbook.
Purple Cloak - given to her by her Grandmother, along with the Guild Pen and Enchanted Notebook, it is thought that Cloasse's Grandmother had sewn Protection Runes around the entire hem of the cloak. Has a deep purple sheen to it, which, when Cloasse puts her hood up, will often appear to be the colour of Dark Nightshade.
Cloasse has a photographic memory, and she can read a lot faster, and take in a lot more information, than most people. This applies to most actions and activities.
Cloasse is a lot stronger now, and she uses her magic through the ten runes tattooed on the pads of her fingers - these do not require the use of her Guild Pen to activate the flow between magic and subject.
History
Cloasse ran away from an abusive home and met quite a few people at Gambit's bar - but after disappearing for four years, returning to the same area only to reveal that she had been back home, studying under her father and pushed into a relationship with another spellcaster, you can't help but wonder why Cloasse's father would let her go back to Gambit's after so long..?
So begins...
Clo Galetti cut off a cheeky salute upon Drake's arrival. "Hello," she greeted, tilting her head at the armed crewmen. "How are you?"
Clo Galetti was already standing next to Kai, so didn't move much other than to raise an eyebrow. "No conversation? That's a shame..."
"Quick question, whilst we're all cheery and happy today," Cloasse tried slowly, choosing to try her luck. "Nothing major, I'd just like to know if there is a bathroom available? I'm sure we'd all like to use the facilities..."
"That's very humane of you," Cloasse commented, in some semblance of thanks. "That was all I had to say, Captain." And it was likely to be one of the last few things she did say - this cheery, chancing attitude wouldn't last long.
Clo Galetti turned away from the group of crewmen and the Captain, returning to her folded up blanket and lowering herself to the floor. There was no point in keeping upright if it was hurting.
Clo Galetti unfolded her blanket and settled herself on top of it, looking almost interested in the screaming male and female at another little corner. Imagine making such a noise... "Y'know, if you don't scream and shout, you'll stay a lot calmer and won't give me a headache," the Scrit grumbled.
"Remember when the general public had common sense?" Cloasse asked aloud, her head leant back against the wall. "I don't either..."
Clo Galetti raised her hand, as if she were in a classroom. "Captain Stern?"
"Two questions, actually - you wouldn't happen to have any spare bits of paper, would you? And, for us unfortunate female visitors, tampons?"
"Aw, come on! Not even one little, ickle scrap of paper? I'm sure that, if your recognise a Rune Scrit, then you'll know I'd need reams of paper if I were going to do anything monumental!"
Clo Galetti snorted. "Bit late considering I've got most of my experiments... y'know... tattooed onto my..." The woman trailed off as Rebecca made her loud entrance. "Dear me."
"Stupid? Assumptions. I'm quite serious when I say I've got my runes tattooed onto my skin..." She wiggled her fingers - tattoos on the pads of each finger - cheekily at the Captain. "See?"
Clo Galetti waved goodbye to Sophie as she left before leaning back down onto her side and hauling her blanket around her. "Time for a nappy-nap."
Clo Galetti turned away from the newest arrival and curled up against the wall. Introductions made it all too real, thank you very much, and she didn't plan on handing her name out to anybody.
Clo Galetti closed her eyes - yes, great morale builder, being stuck in a room full of uneducated, hapless dimwits when all she wanted was to be in her little library at home, with a cup of tea, some Rich Tea biscuits and Ritz crackers and, of course, Thermometer, curled up in her lap and making some crude comments every now and then...
Clo Galetti could fix it if someone had something sharp enough to draw blood, but... she wasn't about to make that common knowledge. Her runic tattoos were personal, private and unpublicised experiments for a reason.
Clo Galetti looked positively grumpy when she sat up - she had been trying to have a nap, but judging by the chatter going on, she wouldn't be sleeping any time soon. She sat up, refolding the blanket she'd been given and sitting down on the padded surface. "I do believe those beanbag shots may have ruined my tattoo with its bruising..."
Clo Galetti looked less than impressed. "Well, that plan went well," the slowly souring Scrit said sarcastically.
"You're all fucking geniuses," Cloasse, who usually never swore, said, lying down scowling at the ceiling she couldn't see. "Idiots!"
"I didn't even get to have a shower! I abhor smelling like a horny teenager!"