Clementine Louise Mudgett

[clem]

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NAME|| Clementine Louise Mudgett
NICKNAMES|| Clem, Lula, Moonie
AGE/BIRTHDAY|| 22 years; January 17th, 1990
GENDER/ORIENTATION|| Female; asexual
SPECIES|| Human
CANON|| No


FACE CLAIM|| Allison Scagliotti
HAIR COLOR|| Brown (may have different colored streaks)
EYE COLOR|| Brown
ANIMAL COLOR|| N/A
BLOOD DIET|| N/A
BUILD||

Standing in on the taller side of average at 5’7”, Clem is also on the naturally thinner edge of the scale with her weight varying between 110lbs and 120lbs. She keeps herself aggressively fit, which contributes to this, but likes to play down her own strength and endurance (she is much better with the latter) so it is less noticeable.

STYLE||

Clem wears nothing that isn’t functional. If she can’t move in it, she won’t wear it. This causes her some trouble if she ever has to attend more formal events, but since her entire public demeanor is comfortable, people aren’t entirely surprised to see her wearing clothes on the less-extravagant side. For normal, every-day attire, she tends to wear nice-fitting jeans, her favorite well-worn boots, and a comfortable shirt and/or jacket.

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES||

She likes to think that there isn’t anything very “distinguishable” or noticeable about her, but there are quite a few things that might set Clem apart. For one thing: she has a streak of hair on the right side that occasionally changes color, usually on a whim – and they’re bright colors at that. She also possesses quite the assortment of well-healed scars that she passes off to being accident-prone and the like. But the most memorable thing about Clem is in fact her smile; she would never guess it, but she can easily light up a room if she’s in the right mood herself.

PERSONALITY||

Clem doesn’t get close to people. This isn’t really a conscious choice either, but rather a fact of life. She simply doesn’t put much energy into friendships and other relationships, and has never really had them do much for her besides scratch the itch to be social once in a while. However, this doesn’t mean she isn’t friendly or reasonably social – she is quite the pleasant person to be around. Okay, maybe she’s a bit more sarcastic than the average person, but it isn’t overbearing as some people’s sarcasm can be. She also has quite the sense of humor, and can captivate a listener if she so chooses (it’s a talent that accompanies her great imagination and writing abilities). This comes in extremely handy when she’s looking for information, but it does cause some relationship issues for Clem, though, when someone overestimates her opinion of them because she seems to at ease around them. But that’s easily remedied by her moving on – she’s a wanderer, after all.

LIKES/STRENGTHS|| (optional)
DISLIKES/WEAKNESSES|| (optional)
SECRETS/FEARS|| (optional)
SKILLS||

x. Compartmentalizing
x. Knowledge of vampire, werewolf, and limited witch lore
x. Logical and good at reading people

OCCUPATION|| Hunter/freelance writer; does odd jobs depending on where she is
FAMILY|| Lucien Astor Mudgett, father, doctor; Theresa Ann Mudgett (nee Jackson), mother, seamstress/baker; Kiki, purebred Karakachan dog
HOMETOWN|| Rolette, North Dakota
HISTORY||

When someone hears “hunter” (although not many people do – unless they’re her prey, and by then it tends to be too late), they usually assume that Clem had this rough and tumble past. Something traumatic had to have happened to mold her into someone who would not only believe in the supernatural world around her, but hunt its occupants.

But to be honest… that isn’t really true for Clem. It isn’t that she had a normal childhood or anything like that (not that there really is anything that fits that description in the first place), but she never looks back and regrets any part of it. This is certainly an advantage, she notes, not having horrible back-story to make her mope and rage rather unpredictably. Even if it makes her story a little more lackluster to hear about, it’s worth the tradeoff.

Clementine was born in a very small-town hospital, almost “in the middle of nowhere.” And that is also where she grew up, living her life from infancy to her late teens in relative seclusion. You see, her father had always been interested in wildlife and nature and all of those lovely things – and he wasn’t much of a people person either. So although Lucien himself was born in a big city and grew up among urban sprawl, he retreated as soon as he had the means to. In his case that was a doctorate and a job offer from the same small-town hospital where his daughter was later born. Clementine’s mother had grown up in the same town, left for a life in the “real world” and returned because of sickness in her family. They had a fairytale short and quick relationship, and Theresa ended up stuck – happily pregnant – in the small town again.

Although the couple didn’t marry until Clementine was three years old (which was quite the scandal to their neighbors), they had a rather simple family life as Clem was growing up. Her mother took the stricter parenting role of the couple – disciplining and teaching the growing girl – while her father became the “fun” parent, when he wasn’t working late nights and long days at the hospital. Needless to say, Clementine quickly became a “daddy’s girl,” just a little spoiled and very tomboy-ish (the latter was much to her mother’s chagrin). She grew up quickly, at home in the spacious flat lands of North Dakota – taking long rides into town for school and weekend trips with her father out hunting (a hobby he had cultivated quickly after he moved).

She didn’t have too much of a social life growing up. While she certainly had friends among her classmates, they tended to vary along the age spectrum, and Clem was in the unique situation of having no one who quite fit with her. Thankfully she was content to slip into the world of imagination instead, quickly becoming enraptured with fantasy books and lore – pretty much any subject matter she could get her hand on. She wasn’t among the best students at her school, but she excelled at English (mostly because of said interest), becoming quite the skilled writer. Later on in her life, she would use those skills to pay the bills as a freelance writer, but she never really considered it much of a “job.”

The only major social aspect of Clem’s life had to come from the time she spent on her school’s cross-country track team. It was something her father suggested she do, and because there wasn’t much else to fill her time on school days, she complied. The team ended up being the majority of her friends for the next few years until her graduation – and the source of all the teen drama she would care to experience. Fortunately and unfortunately, once she graduated, none of it really affected her. She just moved on to the next stage of her life, as she liked to think of it, and started helping out her mother with the various jobs she completed from home.

It was only a few months after Clem left school, however, when she transitioned from a fan of fantasy and the supernatural to what most would call a hunter.

She had gone on a hunting trip with her father and a few of his friends. There wasn’t much out of the ordinary for the first day or so; they had relatively good luck and camped out peacefully in the pleasant weather. However, that night something little short of a massacre took place… One of the tents was torn apart and ravaged, the bodies inside little better – what was left of them. The other tent (where Clem and her father, among a few others had been sleeping) was only spared because there had been a good hundred or so yards between them. The two groups had separated with the idea of a little friendly competition between them. What they ended up with instead was a gristly display of dead bodies, a healthy dose of panic and confusion, and an incompetent investigation by the local police that ruled it a vicious animal attack.

It was, Clem would later deduce, a werewolf that had done it.

(Now, there are probably some readers remembering the beginning of this history, and the statement that Clem had no real traumatic experiences in her past, which a werewolf attack seems to contradict. But the answer is really simple: Clem didn’t have any real connection to the victims besides the fact that her father knew them, and so while it launched her into looking more pointedly into the supernatural world and therefore into hunting, it had little effect on her mind.)

It was another year before Clem completely entered the role of a hunter, after much research and reading, when she stumbled upon another hunter, similarly versed in all of the lore she had tracked down. He (who shall remain nameless) decided that it could be worthwhile to formally train Clem, after she explained her situation to him. See, there is another thing that sets this girl apart from many hunters: she isn’t hunting for some simple revenge or vendetta. She just sees these creatures as dangerous (just as they are) and believes that the fact that she knows about them means that she can’t just stand by.

Besides, the traveling life that soon became hers was one she enjoyed. It was almost as if she was born for the lifestyle and the occupation – she settled into it so quickly and with little fuss over the fact that, well, vampires and werewolves and witches were in fact real. She would liken it to her father’s calling to be a doctor; it was as simple as that.

Clem has been a hunter for four years now. She doesn’t have an impressive long list of “kills” or anything like that (because even with her knowledge of the supernatural world, it can be hard to find), but she certainly knows how to handle herself when she hits a trail.

Most recently, she has heard tips about a small town in Virginia. Mystic Falls, if she remembers correctly…

BEHIND THE SCENES|| Jelly
OTHER CHARACTERS|| Matthew Ian Thomas, Niklaus “Klaus” Freiherr
CONTACT|| PM or MSN
RP SAMPLE||

This certainly was a lot to take in; even Klaus would admit it. However, he had had centuries to get used to the idea and everything that should have come with it. The blood lust, the issue with the sun light (thankfully that didn’t affect him – that would be irritating), having to be invited in, compulsion, etcetera etcetera. There was a long list of things and details that one could really only learn over time, and poor Alina here was getting a crash course. And she also had to deal with the fact that she had just murdered her fiancé, and had almost done the same to her three year old child, at the same time.

So it was understandable that she was having a hard time wrapping her head around everything. Still, Klaus didn’t enjoy being the lecturer. He had more important things to do with his time.

Thankfully Alina didn’t push the explanation about his compulsion of Aidan any further – and she thanked him, in fact! Her words almost elicited a laugh from the hybrid, but he caught it before it escaped and merely grinned in the way that only he could: satisfied, amused, confident, and completely and totally in control. Whatever Alina might have thought about it, Klaus definitely was in control. She was in the palm of his hand, and she would do just what he needed her to. There was no way around it; it was that simple.

Of course, it helped that she was now slightly indebted to him for saving Aidan. However short lived that moment was before she went off yelling at him again. She had a pair of lungs, she did. But it was amusing more than anything, which was a good thing for Alina. If she had irritated Klaus instead, things wouldn’t have gone nearly as well for her. If things had gone well at all from her perspective. At least her son wasn’t dead? That had to help her outlook, at least a little.

“Oh come now,” Klaus tossed back at her, “think about it. I’m not pushing the blame onto him as you put it, I’m just pointing out the facts. You would have been left to continue your happy little boring human life if your father hadn’t kept his secrets from you. If he hadn’t run, I would have gone straight to him. But he had to make things difficult.” He shrugged, shifting his weight on his heels and the weight of little Aidan in his arms. It wasn’t that the boy was heavy in any respect, but it was odd just holding him there. Although, it must have been an interesting image, especially if anyone who actually knew Klaus say him holding the sleeping child. Most of them thought of him much like Alina did, which had to only make it more interesting.

“You misunderstand me, dear. I’m not after them to harm them. There have been a few… casualties, but that is far from my intention.”

Was it really that simple in Klaus’ mind? Yes, honestly. At least this point in his “plan” was simple and not targeted at anyone. He wanted to make more hybrids, and really, what was the downside of that? Sure, many of the werewolves he had attempted to turn had ended up dying or being killed because the transition failed, but that wasn’t Klaus’ fault. Not really. Hell, you could go as far as blaming the original witch in the first place. If she had never cursed Klaus to restrain his werewolf side, he would have known centuries ago how to effectively create another hybrid. There would be none of this testing, none of this trial and error. It was nothing malicious on his part – not yet anyway.

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