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[b]Species[/b]: Vampire  
[b]Sex[/b]: Female  
[b]Age[/b]: 264 (Turned at 25)  
[b]Affiliations[/b]: Brief run-in with the Parisian Coven  
[b]Role/Rank[/b]: Rogue  

[b]Lineage[/b]:  
– [i]Bloodline[/i]: Viktor  
– [i]Generation[/i]: Unknown  

[b]Appearance[/b]:  

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Claudia stands 5'7" with a fair, pale complexion. Her childhood freckles have nearly vanished, leaving her skin smooth and ghostlike. Her eyes are a bright, unnatural blue—piercing and impossible to forget. Her long blonde hair, nearly white in certain lighting, falls to her mid-back. She always wears a ribbon around her neck, hiding a scar. It’s a tribute to her favorite fable—the woman who wore a ribbon lest her head fall off. Her frame is slender, with modest curves and thicker thighs that hint at strength beneath grace.

[b]Description[/b]:  
Claudia is of French descent. Her presence is haunting—elegant, restrained, and touched by something ancient. She moves like someone who has lived too long with ghosts.

[b]History[/b]:  
Born in 18th-century France to the powerful Lioncourt family, Claudia lived a life of wealth and privilege—until tragedy struck. Her younger brother died of a mysterious illness, and the family fractured under grief and cruelty. Claudia endured, until she met a man who tore down her upbringing and rebuilt her mind. She laid with him once, and never saw the sun again.

He was a vampire. A myth. A monster. She awoke in a prison filled with corpses that looked like her—pale, blonde, rotting. After weeks of torment, he turned her. Then, without explanation, he threw himself into the fire.

Alone and confused, Claudia remained in his manor for years, feeding when necessary, unraveling slowly. Eventually, she fled to Paris, where she met Madeline—a human violinist who defied convention. Claudia loved her. Claimed her. Broke every vampire law without knowing it.

Madeline was murdered. Claudia mourned for a century.

She fled to New Orleans, inherited her family’s wealth, and met Louis—a brothel owner with fire in his blood. She turned him to avoid more loss, but their love was volatile. After years of fighting, Claudia nearly killed him. She tried to make amends, even wrote him a song. It worked—he returned, but only to betray her.

He poisoned her through a human’s blood. As she vomited and collapsed, he held her and slit her throat. “I’m glad it was you,” she whispered.

Louis couldn’t burn her. He wrapped her in a rug and threw her in the trash.

Claudia awoke in a dump, feeding on rats and vermin. Years passed before she regained strength. She returned to her old home—Louis gone, like a dream. She turned to music, mastering Madeline’s instruments. She built a band of humans who worshiped her, and returned to Paris.

Now, she performs at night. After each concert, she takes a fan and kills them in her dressing room. Is this her purpose? To drink and never overdose? To feel nothing? She doesn’t know. And she refuses to care.

[b]Motivation[/b]:  
Claudia wants to find a real purpose—one she chooses, free from the rule and governance of others.

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