Clarion
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Pet Name: Clarion
Owner: STAR
Theme / Type: Wintergala Ahbruis
Born: May 6, 2010
Gender: Female
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 1
Defense: 1
Speed: 5
Intellect: 12
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 12/373 [ View Books ]
1. Bound Books
2. Butterfly of Evil
3. Crazy Horror Stories
4. Danger!
5. How to Care For a Cheran
6. Mistifying
7. Night of the Ahbruis
8. The Amazon
9. The Dazzling Vampire
10. The Rainy Day Book
11. Travel Map of the Traveler
12. What Lurks in the Swamp
2. Butterfly of Evil
3. Crazy Horror Stories
4. Danger!
5. How to Care For a Cheran
6. Mistifying
7. Night of the Ahbruis
8. The Amazon
9. The Dazzling Vampire
10. The Rainy Day Book
11. Travel Map of the Traveler
12. What Lurks in the Swamp
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Eledon Cupcake
2. - Flying Pomme
3. - Lava Lolly
4. - Pyramid Cake
2. - Flying Pomme
3. - Lava Lolly
4. - Pyramid Cake
Name | Clarion Liliene
Age | Around 17
Gender | Female
Personality | Cold, easy to accuse, bitter
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
-Mary Frye
Clarion was born to a very wealthy family. It consisted of her sister, her mother, and her father. They lived in a large estate - both Clarion and her sibling were too spoiled to even imagine. Neither went to school; both were taught by the most high of tutors. They rarely had to lift a finger, much less be aware of what work, hunger, or loneliness was. Neither knew more then their spoiled life.
Clarion and her family left for the mountains on a dreary day. It certainly wasn't the angelic vacation Clarion was used to; no beaches and no servants to wait on her. Her mother and father wanted a break from everything - her father his difficult job; her mother from her high end events and parties. So they went to the middle of nowhere - a small cabin smack-dab in the middle of the frigid mountains. It was wooden, and only consisted of one room with some canned food, chips, and four small mattresses stuffed with hay and set on the ground, and lacking heat. Clarion had never experienced this and it certainly yanked her from her normally luxurious life. When they arrived at the cabin, after a long drive in a bumpy car and a mile lug of their brief luggage; Clarion's sister and her mother immediately settled on the grubby mattresses for a quick nap. Her father was set on preparing a gourmet dish of potato chips and canned stew. Clarion stuffed on her jacket and decided to explore the forest that surrounded the small cabin. She walked for awhile, quietly observing the occasional bird or deer and enjoying the beauty of the snow-covered pines. After an hour or so, she headed back to the cabin. She made it there quickly, following her tracks in the snow, and breathed a sigh of relief when she viewed the rough wood of the cabin. She went to open the door quickly, and frowned when she saw a pool of red outside the door. Some stew must have been spilled, she though, no concerns dawning in her mind. She tried to open the door, but had difficulty considering the weight against it. What in the world? Clarion finally was able to push open the door and gasped when she saw more red spilled over on the floor. B-Blood. She was suddenly fearful of what lay on the other side of the door she had opened. What had been the weight. She looked, and all the color drained from her face. Her family, their throats slit.
Clarion ran. She ran for as long as she could, through the cold woods, down the mountain on the icy trails. All she could think.. she was alone now. And she was alone in the forest with a murderer. She eventually reached the end of the mountain, but wilderness still lay in front of her. She continued to run, but finally stopped mid-way into the thick trees. She sipped water from a dirty puddle of thought of the last day's events. She was an orphan. Why? Who had done it? She realized she was suddenly angry... who had stolen innocent people from their too-young lives? Who?
Engulfed in rage, and suddenly remembering the pocket knife she had stuffed in her pocket before going on her walk, she headed back up the mountain. Revenge on her mind.
Age | Around 17
Gender | Female
Personality | Cold, easy to accuse, bitter
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
-Mary Frye
Clarion was born to a very wealthy family. It consisted of her sister, her mother, and her father. They lived in a large estate - both Clarion and her sibling were too spoiled to even imagine. Neither went to school; both were taught by the most high of tutors. They rarely had to lift a finger, much less be aware of what work, hunger, or loneliness was. Neither knew more then their spoiled life.
Clarion and her family left for the mountains on a dreary day. It certainly wasn't the angelic vacation Clarion was used to; no beaches and no servants to wait on her. Her mother and father wanted a break from everything - her father his difficult job; her mother from her high end events and parties. So they went to the middle of nowhere - a small cabin smack-dab in the middle of the frigid mountains. It was wooden, and only consisted of one room with some canned food, chips, and four small mattresses stuffed with hay and set on the ground, and lacking heat. Clarion had never experienced this and it certainly yanked her from her normally luxurious life. When they arrived at the cabin, after a long drive in a bumpy car and a mile lug of their brief luggage; Clarion's sister and her mother immediately settled on the grubby mattresses for a quick nap. Her father was set on preparing a gourmet dish of potato chips and canned stew. Clarion stuffed on her jacket and decided to explore the forest that surrounded the small cabin. She walked for awhile, quietly observing the occasional bird or deer and enjoying the beauty of the snow-covered pines. After an hour or so, she headed back to the cabin. She made it there quickly, following her tracks in the snow, and breathed a sigh of relief when she viewed the rough wood of the cabin. She went to open the door quickly, and frowned when she saw a pool of red outside the door. Some stew must have been spilled, she though, no concerns dawning in her mind. She tried to open the door, but had difficulty considering the weight against it. What in the world? Clarion finally was able to push open the door and gasped when she saw more red spilled over on the floor. B-Blood. She was suddenly fearful of what lay on the other side of the door she had opened. What had been the weight. She looked, and all the color drained from her face. Her family, their throats slit.
Clarion ran. She ran for as long as she could, through the cold woods, down the mountain on the icy trails. All she could think.. she was alone now. And she was alone in the forest with a murderer. She eventually reached the end of the mountain, but wilderness still lay in front of her. She continued to run, but finally stopped mid-way into the thick trees. She sipped water from a dirty puddle of thought of the last day's events. She was an orphan. Why? Who had done it? She realized she was suddenly angry... who had stolen innocent people from their too-young lives? Who?
Engulfed in rage, and suddenly remembering the pocket knife she had stuffed in her pocket before going on her walk, she headed back up the mountain. Revenge on her mind.
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