CLAREN





Basic Info

Name: Claren (Clare, Clara, Viper)
Race: Imperial
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Personality

Claren is a creature of fire and ice. She finds her entertainment by reeling men in, giving them a little of what they want, and then vanishing from underneath their noses. By definition Claren is dangerous. She thirsts for everything it is in her power to have – sex, money, drink, blood, it doesn’t matter, as long as she has to fight to get it. Claren is fascinated by a good challenge. She picks at people’s subconscious, irritates them often until they snap at her. Claren puts her life on the line with most everything she does, though somehow she has managed not to die. Yet. Wild, unrestrained, and unafraid to take the life of anyone who crosses her, had any other history found her, she would probably be locked in some jail. Or worse, dead. She has been told this before, but the thought does not serve as a deterrent. She is thrilled by it, by dodging guards and slipping out of the hands of government by the width of a single hair on her head. Bored and self-destructive, left to her own devices she would likely take her own life, in one way or another, simply to experience the feeling of death.
Yet somehow, Claren manages to retain a fairly normal persona. Her suicidal nature came of a difficult childhood and an even more difficult adolescence. She feels no desire to protect herself, because she feels no respect or desire for life. She is nevertheless a jovial person – a fact which makes those who know her rather nervous – always laughing and smiling, her words laced with sarcastic teasing. Lust-driven and sensual, she is a highly independent woman. Anyone who suggests she can not do things for herself might lose something rather… important to them, via the tip of her lethal blade.
Above all other things, Claren is confused. A viciously loyal friend, but violent and unpredictable. Fighting hard to keep herself alive, and yet risking her own life around every turn. She lashes out wildly, seeking direction – the Mentor gave her that direction. Without it, she is lost. She is a creature in conflict, afraid of what she knows she will become without the man she came to see as a new father.

Equipment

Claren wears simple armor of steel chain links – strong enough to protect her in the heat of battle but flexible enough to allow her to move. She bears twin swords – one quick and light, for teasing combat, the other two-handed and thicker than a man’s arm, enabling her to switch styles at will. She carries no shield. She feels no need for one, nor for magic – she has never trained that ability beyond the basic healing and flame spells.
Claren travels remarkably light. Generally she has nothing more than her armor, some gold, her weapons, and a few day’s rations on her person. She has no need for anything else. Her tool of trade is her own body, and that is a difficult thing to lose track of.

Abilities

Claren is a snake-bite fighter – move in quick, hit hard. She has preferences towards ambush, and her blood boils in the heat of battle. She loses the control it takes to stop fighting, which adds to her strength, but impairs her judgement. She is a prodigal swordswoman. She also has so medical experience – limited to the less lethal wounds of battle, but still useful.
Perhaps her most prominent and trained skills are seduction and murder. She does not flinch at a brutal kill, even enjoys toying with her victims, and for most of her young life she survived by drawing men into her dwelling, entertaining them.

History

Claren’s parents never had much of a permanent residence, and neither did she, even after they died. She spent her childhood wandering, on foot or on the backs of stolen horses, from one city to the next while her mother and her father sought out jobs on the streets. Her mother, Anetta, was a common whore, her father Sarzon a thief who would do anything asked for the right price. Claren wanted, at that age, to be a normal girl, but never got the chance. Every time she made a friend, they moved on. Her parents taught her thievery and murder and seduction, taught her to use any skill she could to survive. They shaped her into a thriving warrior. A lucky thing, really – she was twelve when they died.
She continued their wandering tradition, using the skills Anetta and Sarzon had left her with. She never settled long in one place, often making trouble for herself and being forced to flee to keep her head on her shoulders. By the age of fourteen she was a very pretty young woman, very strong and skilled with a sword. She discovered what her mother had discovered at her age – one’s body is a tool for the generation of funds. So it was that fourteen year old Claren became a prostitute, just like the mother she had hated for it.
In the chaos of her new life, Claren was forced to do things to survive that she would never have done as a child. Her parents had always done most of the killing for her. She had never had to see the light die in a man’s eyes. Struggling to adjust, Claren warped her own mind to keep herself from going entirely mad. She began to enjoy the prostitution, the thievery, the murder. She took a thrill from it, from the adrenaline. Shut away the emotions of a normal human being. That love for chaos is something she has never been able to abandon.
She was in Solitude when the Mentor found her, having traveled there in search of fresh targets for her various areas of expertise. At first she mistook him for a client, but things changed rapidly. Her automatic reaction to realizing he was here to interfere was to try to kill him. She was a good warrior, but not that good – she failed. Claren thought the man would kill her for it.
Clearly, he did not. He took her with him, South to his Manor, and taught her to turn her burning desire for action towards something good. The Mentor made her a Sellsword. It was a good outlet for her various forms of lust, though she still spends far too much time lying with strange men for the fun of it. At least, under the Mentor’s guidance, she was not murdering men in the streets simply because they were there. Her sword had a purpose, a direction. The chaos in her mind was, for the time, aimed at something.
What she will do now that the Mentor is gone, young Claren does not know. Her devotion to him was complete, her love for him greater than any in the world. Genuine love. Not lust, like for other men, not sworn loyalty, like to her father. The deep and true love of a daughter saved from destruction by a man she came to know as a father. It became a driving force in her life. She grieves more deeply for his loss, now, that she has ever grieved for anything. And she fears what she will become without him.

OOC

These questions will let me know a little more about you as a player.

What experience do you have with the Elder Scrolls universe?: I have played some of Oblivion and some of Skyrim. Unfortunately I do not own a console myself, so I do not get to play often.
How often do you get online?: Every day almost without fail.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?: As often as I have enough to work with. It is my sole form of entertainment so if I feel the other players have presented enough material to put out a solid post, I will put out a solid post. I will never post a weak post for the sake of posting.
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