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Clementine Carmichael

"I may have my head in the clouds, but it's better than my feet on the ground."

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a character in “Stratos: Apotheosis of a Pirate”, as played by CortexiphanGirl


.:Name: Clementine Carmichael
.:Age: 24
.:Race: Human
.:Physical Appearance: Red and orange, frizzy mess of hair. Gray-blue eyes. Her fair skin is littered with freckles. She is of average height, around 5'6". She has a toned body composition, especially her arms; as far as female form goes - she has a smaller chest and larger hips.


Clementine is a bit eccentric and flighty in the way of thoughts. But she is generally congenial and pleasant to be around, though there are few things that can cause her temper to flare, she has a very hard time controlling it. Although she is friendly, she's a survivalist at heart. She'll do whatever it takes to preserve herself.


Utility Belt
Eye Protection
Various wrenches and mechanical odds and ends.

Clothing: Even when Clementine is not aboard an airship you will never see her wearing a dress. She is most comfortable in her slouchy trousers, thick leather boots and an ill-fitting top.


Clementine belonged in the air, with the moist droplets of condensation sticking to her hair. She had discovered this place of solace at a young age as a stowaway; a method which worked quite well for her. Claiming to be an innocent yet imaginative youngster, no one felt the need to punish her or bring her to the proper authorities. She'd often shadow the ship's mechanic around, and learned the traded quickly.

However, as the years passed, captains became less and less tolerant. Until one captain refused to return her to her home port. He dropped her off at Shazalaam and never looked back. Without a place to go and no leverage to her name, she wandered the streets prepared to meet her doom. Feelings of selfishness washed over her as she thought of her mother who must be scared sick at her disappearance.

A few nights later, she wandered the dark alleys searching for any morsel of food she could find. Staggering around, her head spinning with lack of nutrients, she didn't see a grungy, urchin-looking goblin hiding in the darkness. He tackled her to the ground the instant she walked by his hiding spot. Wrapping a thick rope around her feet, she scrambled to get away, her strength fleeing from her. As she reached, clawing for anything to help her, she clutched on to a broken liquor bottle. She ceased movement, letting her assaulter perceive that she was unconscious. He chittered to himself about how he was going to make a large sum off of this "doll" at the auction in a nearby city. He sprang to his feet reaching for her wrists when Clementine slammed the glass bottle as hard as she possibly could against the side of the green-man's head. A spray of blood left warm droplets running down her face, her hands shaking. Her survivalist instincts kicked in, she rummaged through his pockets and satchels, taking money, dried pieces of beef, and anything else she could get her hands on. She pulled a grimy piece of paper out of the bottom, unfolded it:

" There was a crudely drawn map of the air docks towards the outskirt of the town. The northern most dock was circled with letters written next to it. "Chernobyl" Mechanic needed."

She crinkled the paper in her hand. Tearing a piece of beef hungrily with her teeth, she made up her mind. She would follow this map in the stead of this criminal.

So begins...

Clementine Carmichael's Story