[hider=Klára] [color=lightgray][CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/250501/bbe11d3c2e9301ecc9b12d99c7e53eb8.png[/img][/CENTER] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [center] [i][img]https://i.imgur.com/o0DM1Zf.jpeg[/img][/i] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub][h3][color=salmon]Basic Information[/color][/h3][/sub] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [sub] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Name[/b][/color] | [i]Klára Novotná[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Nickname(s)[/b][/color] | [i]Klara, Clara, Clare, Claire; anything to spare others from diacritics.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Age[/b][/color] | [i]Preserved by the vampiric blood she regularly ingest, physically Klára is no more than 25, but her true chronological age clocks in at a respectful 45.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Gender[/b][/color] | [i]Female[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Birthday[/b][/color] | [i]October 31st[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Race[/b][/color] | [i]Human[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Rank/Status[/b][/color] | [i]Ghoul, a blood addicted blood doll[/i] [/sub] [center][h3][color=salmon]Appearance[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Height[/b][/color] | [i]5' 6''[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Build[/b][/color] | [i]125 lbs[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Eye Color[/b][/color] | [i]Gray[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Hair Color & Style[/b][/color] | [i]Klára has brown hair that falls straight to her shoulders.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Skin Tone[/b][/color] | [i]She has a medium complexion, aglow with rose, that pales when she has gone too long without vampire blood.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Notable Marks[/b][/color] | [i]Accompanying her fading pallor, Klára often bears bite marks on her body, clear evidence that she has recently served as a blood doll.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Typical Clothing Style[/b][/color] | [i]Klára dresses modestly, favoring longer fabrics that allow her to easily hide familiar signs of vampiric predation. A sweater and comfortable pair of jeans. A long-sleeved blouse and knee length skirt.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Aura/First Impression[/b][/color] | [i]A carelessly plucked flower caught in full bloom, Klára seems nothing more than a sweet fruit to be devoured by the monsters that haunt Halcyon.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Voice[/b][/color] | [i]Klára speaks in a clear voice decorated with cautious deference. Her words are carved out of submission. Each syllable she delivers is designed to disarm, to soothe the savage souls of the beasts that surround her. To buy her more time. To give her a chance.[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [center][h3][color=salmon]Relationships[/color][/h3][/center] [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [hider=] [sub] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Openness to Friendship (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]4[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Openness to Romance (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]3[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Romantic Preferences[/b][/color] | [i]Anyone willing to offer her kindness and genuine affection.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Current Romantic Interests[/b][/color] | [i]Caleb keeps her busy, leaving Klára with precious little time for romance.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]View on Forbidden Relationships[/b][/color] | [i]Driven by a healthy amount of caution, Klára would do her best to avoid breaking a taboo.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Reputation Among Their Race/Faction[/b][/color] | [i]Unchained humans aware of her enslavement would likely view Klára with revulsion. Amongst the members of the Crimson Circle, she is nothing more than a ghoul, free to be used and abused by the vampires that command her.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Relationship with the Glamour[/b][/color] | [i]Klára is sure she has bigger things to worry about than the Glamour.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]How They Handle Love[/b][/color] | [i]Fearfully.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Biggest Turn-ons[/b][/color] | [i]✦ ✦ ✦[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Biggest Turn-offs[/b][/color] | [i]✦ ✦ ✦[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Known Friends[/b][/color] | [i]TBD[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Known Enemies[/b][/color] | [i]A nobody like Klára doesn't have any real enemies.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Known Family[/b][/color] | [i]✦ Caleb, her boss ✦ Dreda, her other boss ✦ Has mortal family in Chicago[/i] [/sub] [/hider] [/center] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=salmon]Psychology[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Hobbies/Interests[/b][/color] | ✦ Baking ✦ Music, playing her guitar ✦ Swimming • [color=lightsalmon][b]Likes[/b][/color] | ✦ Animals ✦ Green Spaces ✦ Social Connections • [color=lightsalmon][b]Dislikes[/b][/color] | ✦ Reminders of her culpability ✦ Her powerlessness ✦ Raisins • [color=lightsalmon][b]Fears[/b][/color] | ✦ Caleb ✦ Being cut off from her supply of vampire blood ✦ Death, always, always death • [color=lightsalmon][b]Habits[/b][/color] | ✦ Fingernail biting ✦ Daydreaming ✦ Needless apologizing • [color=lightsalmon][b]Vices[/b][/color] | ✦ Vampire blood addiction ✦ Meekness ✦ Soft-Hearted [/indent] [b][color=salmon]Core Motivation[/color][/b] [indent] Klára wants to live. She wants to keep breathing. She wants to see another morning. No matter what. No matter what price she has to pay. She has too much left to do. Too much left to see. Otherwise it all means nothing. All the things she did. Every small step she took. Every time she looked away. And all the things she didn't say. So she will grovel. She will beg. She will debase herself before them. She will continue to serve them. Her sanguine masters. Unlife awaits her...or so they've promised. [/indent] [b][color=salmon]Personality Overview[/color][/b] [indent] Klára is just a girl. She's normal. Normal, how you would be if you spent twenty years being twenty five. Normal, how you would be if you were nursing a severe addiction to vampire blood. Normal, how you would be if your boss was bloodsucking monster hellbent on world domination. Normal, how you would be if your boss's second in command was eyeing you like you were some blood drenched steak. Normal, how you would be if you were trapped in an endless nightmare. Klára isn't alright. Klára isn't doing well. She's scared. She's a ball of anxiety. She takes two pills a day just to get by. She self-medicates to bury the guilt. And she drinks blood. Vampire blood. Payment for services rendered. The poison they used to bind her. She listens to what they tell her. She does what he wants her to do. She lets the honeyed voice seduce her. She helps them to smother her conscience. She tells herself she has no choice. She reminds herself it isn't her fault. It's better that way, she knows. She can swallow the lies without vomiting. Sweet, Klára. Good, Klára. Capable, Klára. Klára who doesn't complain. Klára who doesn't cry in her dark room. Klára who is nobody and everybody. Klára who twists herself to please her masters or her victims. Sometimes she forgets. Her old self seems such a foreign thing. They've remade her. She's who they want her to be. She watches them. She studies every movement that they make. Each subtle shift in the features of their ageless faces. She tries to match their moods. She struggles to understand them. And she tries to see the signs of violence before it's too late. Before the sharp teeth find her. She forgives them. She forgives them every time. What else can she do? It's always her fault. If only she were better. If only she were stronger. If only she hadn't made them angry. They're so merciful. They're so kind. They're right, so very right, of course. She's exactly where she belongs. [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [color=lightgray] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [b][color=salmon]Background[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Current Occupation[/b][/color] | [i]Chief Dispatcher, Southside Towing Company; Ghoul; Blood Addict; Blood Doll[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Level of Schooling[/b][/color] | [i]Bachelor of Science in Chemistry[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Past Occupations[/b][/color] | [i]Student, Parking Lot Attendant, Hotel Receptionist, Waitress, and occasional Gig Musician[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Socioeconomic Status[/b][/color] | [i]Tragically Middle Class[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]History Summary[/b][/color] | [i] Chicago is a distant memory for Klára. She was born there. She grew up there. Her family still lives there, if what Caleb told her is true. Highschool was a blur. There were boys. There were girls. There were endless fights with her parents. She was out too late. She played her guitar too loudly. She was rude. She was foolish. And she wore too much makeup. Her sisters made it bearable. Sometimes, she pretends that she is going to call them. That she will tell them she's alright. That she has a job. That's she's doing great. That her boss is a great guy. Babi must be worried, Klára knows. She was always her grandmother's favorite. The lies are everywhere. They always were. She finds them comforting. She studied chemistry at the University of Chicago. She met more boys. She met more girls. She discovered drinking. She discovered drugs. She had a blast. She graduated with a B. Sc. that she shoved in a drawer at her parents house. She traveled. She worked as a parking lot attendant in Cleveland. She worked as a hotel receptionist in Atlanta. She waited tables in New Orleans. She played her guitar in bars and cramped coffee shops. She sold some drugs. She made some new friends. And she heard about a cool place. A magical place. She ended up in Halcyon. She got in trouble. Real trouble. Eleutheria Grey saved her. She was older. Cooler. She seemed nice. She doted on Klára. She told her about her future. Of what she could become. She promised her eternity. Once Klára had put in the work. Once she had laid the foundation for her immortality. Once she had earned it. It was a good pitch. She saw the trap too late. She realized the danger when the blood was on her lips. When the burning liquid was already dripping down her throat. It was the best deal she would get. It was better than what she had seen others offered. Drained of all their blood. Tossed into some ditch. Eaten piece by piece. For a time things were good. Eleautheria was interested in her. She cared, she cared as much as a monster can. She taught Klára the rules. She taught Klára the unspoken rules grew like great roots beneath the streets of Halcyon. The tricks that would keep her alive. Eventually, Eleautheria began to make introductions. And then Klára made a mistake. She fucked up. She was afraid. She was weak. She made the wrong choice. She cost the Crimson Circle more than money. Caleb was the only one who would take her afterwards. But there was no kindness in his eyes. She was just another tool. Damaged, but not beyond repair. She could still be useful. And so she was. A decade passed tolerably. She worked at the towing company. She managed finances. She found victims. Prey for her new master. She earned her keep, wage-slaving her way to damnation. Always working. Always reaching for the immortality that Caleb dangled in front of her. He promised. He promised her time and time again. He was not bad, she told herself. Better than most of the vampires in the city. He didn't hurt her more than he had too. He paid her sometimes. He gave her food. He gave her a small apartment. He let her rest. And most importantly of all, he gave her blood, his blood. The blood he claimed in return was a small sacrifice to surrender in return for salvation. Besides, Caleb was stingy, and rarely shared her with his guests. Dreda was different. She was family. She had rights. It would have been rude to refuse, Klára knew. And so she didn't. She was happy to help, it was the least she could do. She didn't need them to remind her of her place. She latched on to what little affection they showed her. Small gestures, threads of generosity, woven through a tapestry of apathy. She worked harder to please them. Each smile. Each compliment. Each harmless touch sustaining her further. Klára doesn't really believe it. She doesn't dare to hope. She tries only to make it another day. Telling herself that she couldn't help it. She couldn't be someone else. She had to do it. There was never another choice for her to make. They understood. They knew. Deep down, even the monsters that loomed above her knew. Knew the truth that they had beaten into her. Freedom was nothing more than a dream. No one in Halcyon had ever been free. [/i] [/indent] [/cell] [cell] [b][color=salmon]Race-Specific Questions[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] ✦ Ghoul / Blood Addict / Blood Doll [hider=Race info][b][color=salmon]▸ Vampires[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Born or Turned?[/b][/color] | [i]Klára has been enthralled by a cruel vampire. A long suffering ghoul, she is still forced to act as a blood doll.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Blood Source Preference[/b][/color] | [i]Vampire[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Blood Addiction Risk (1-5)[/b][/color] | [i]Already hooked on vampire blood, Klára experiences a weekly cravings for a sanguine cursed fix, 5.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]View on Fae Blood Ban[/b][/color] | [i]"It's gotta be even better than vampire blood, right? A little bit...a little taste...wouldn't hurt anyone..."[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Views on Vampires[/b][/color] | [i]"No. No way. This isn't group therapy. Ask someone else. What do you think I'm gonna say? They're great, of course. The best. Love 'em. You can tell Dreda I said that."[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Views on Mortals[/b][/color] | [i]"Humans? Yeah. It's hard not to feel bad for them. They're weak. They're helpless. They're a tasty treat or toy to break for most of the creatures in this city. Just like me."[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Views on Fae[/b][/color] | [i]"Pretty, sometimes I swear it hurts to look at them. But you can't trust them. Not ever."[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Views on Lycan[/b][/color] | [i]"Big. Big muscles. Big mouths full of big teeth. Big noses that smell you. Big ears that hear you. Big eyes that see you. A little piece of advice. You see a werewolf getting angry. You do what I do. You run."[/i] [/indent] [/hider] [/indent] [b][color=salmon]Miscellaneous[/color][/b] [sub][sup][color=black]▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔[/color][/sup][/sub] [indent] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Theme Song[/b][/color] | [i]https://youtu.be/PHzOOQfhPFg?si=1ftqLQrxeZafaUTK[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Favorite Food[/b][/color] | [i]Vepřo-knedlo-zelo or anything else that might remind her of home.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Favorite Animal(s)[/b][/color] | [i]If Caleb would let her, Klára would keep a menagerie of animals in her small apartment.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Favorite Music Genre[/b][/color] | [i]Anything but country music.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Favorite Haunt[/b][/color] | [i]✦ Klára spends much of her time at the offices of the Southside Towing Company seeing to the day-to-day operations of Caleb's ancillary business. ✦ On slower days, in the haze of the fading daylight, Klára can be found at the Midnight Blue jazz bar, attending to Caleb and/or Dreda.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Signature Weapon[/b][/color] | [i]Glock 17 chambered in 9×19mm[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Preferred Vices[/b][/color] | [i]Vampire blood. Vampire blood. And more vampire blood.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Pet Peeve[/b][/color] | [i]Removing blood from clothes.[/i] • [color=lightsalmon][b]Guilty Pleasure[/b][/color] | [i]Telling others what to do and having power, real power, over them.[/i] [/indent] [/cell][/row][/table] [/color][/color][/hider]