Post by WHISKEY on Aug 4, 2011 1:43:44 GMT -5
Therians Character Sheet
Character Name: Claire McLeester
Face Used [Model/Celebrity]: Emma Stone
Race: Therians
D.O.B.: February 4, 1987
Age: 24
Height: 5'6
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Sexual Preference [Optional]: Straight
Ethnicity: White
Marks/Tattoos/Visible Scars: Nothing visible
Flaws/Weaknesses: She's been told she can sometimes be a chatterbox. We're talking constant ranting.
Skills/Strengths: Very good on her feet. She's fast and well balanced.
Transforming Animal: Cheetah
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How much was there really to tell? Claire was at the ripe age of twenty-four and had barely done any living at all. She was finally finishing up college and graduating with a bachelor's degree in business management. Which basically meant that she couldn't figure out a major in time and went with the second most generic one she could find. One was general studies. At least with business management she'd be able to get a desk job.
Going back in time though, her biography is short and dull. Her mother wasn't around much when she was a child so she had her older sister, Cheyenne to look up to. No father to speak of and she still didn't know who her father was. It had always been puzzling to her how their mother had dark hair and her sister had blonde, because Claire was born a red head. Hair as red as the paint on a fire truck for the first couple of years and then it began to die down and fade to a more natural color. Good thing or else she'd probably look like Ronald McDonald.
While her mother was out doing who knew what and with who, Claire was too young to comprehend why mom was never around. She adapted though and learned to become self sufficient. She was always quieter than Cheyenne, who had a wild edge to her ever since Claire could remember. Cheyenne reminded Claire of their mother in so many ways. She was a free spirit who couldn't be tamed and although sometimes Claire wished that she was that way also, she knew it wasn't in her to be. She preferred to read books and do her homework instead of chase after boys. Not that she didn't like boys she just liked to look at them from afar instead of talking to them. Talking to boys? That didn't happen much.
When high school came around, in Claire's sophmore year she got her first boyfriend. A boy named Jeremy who wasn't what you'd call a nerd, but he wasn't exactly popular. He passed her a note in class asking her if she wanted to be his girlfriend and since she'd never gone out with anyone before she figured what the heck. Their relationship was filled with adventure [which was them running away from a dead pidgeon under the bleachers which wasn't so much dead as it was just wounded], hot dates [having lunch outside and watching Jeremy perspire more than his bottle of vitamin water], and romance [Jeremy accidentally tripped while walking on a flat surface straight into Claire which pushed her into the lockers and gravity took its course and he headbutted her, with his lips. Which resulted in her first kiss].
But the real excitement came from her mutare at seventeen. Like her sister, she was late but she was fine with it. She'd reached puberty at twelve and when the mutare didn't happen she was more relieved than upset. The stories of ancient lands and the changing process struck more horror into her than excitement. It sounded freaky and creepy all wrapped up in a ball of crazy. She had seen her mom, and watched as she changed closer to when the moon was full and she didn't want to do it herself. So by fifteen when she hadn't started the anxiety and angst came to a stop. She knew she wasn't going to go through it. But then sixteen came around and all bets were off!
Claire had been getting ready to head to the public library to pick up a few books for a paper she had to write for her history class when she looked in the mirror making sure the collar of her shirt was straight when she felt a weird sensation creeping in the pit of her stomach. The sensation grew stronger and painful until she was keeled over with her hands on her knees. Her hands.. they were no longer hands! She felt something rough and furry on her knees and looked down to see they were changed into animal paws. Her pale skin was now fur! It had an orange tint and brown and black spots. She cried out in fear and hunched over, her spin elongating and feeling her bones moving and replacing themselves in a whole new pattern. She was down on all fours and had to go up on hind legs to look into the mirror, where she saw a very unfamiliar, scary looking cheetah staring back at her! She'd gone through the transformation!
She could hear a growling from the other room and the sleek cheetah headed out of the bathroom, being met by two other felines that she knew to be both her mother and her sister. They had been helpful showing her the ropes and teaching her what it was like to be a Therian. Claire ended up staying closer to her sister through those times, finding the changing difficult at first but as time went on she'd adjusted and learned how to use it to her benefit. At least the perks that came with it.
Claire knew about the Tree of Enlightenment and although she heard the stories of the Guardians she had no interest in it whatsoever. She was young and full of life and knowledge which she wanted to use on other resources so she hardly ever visited the tree unless she decided to sit there and do some studying.
So at the ripe age of twenty-four, her life was pretty boring. She had a job at the Scriptor Bay National Museum working as a secretary. Her job was to take calls and direct them to where they belonged, along with signing off on shipments that came in and out of the museum by delivery truck. It was a boring job, but it paid for her studio apartment that she lived in by herself. Her nightlife had dug up its own grave and buried itself in the cemetary since all she did was work, read and sleep. It was boring, but she was content.
