Tompkins, claire marie

[claire]

CLAIRE MARIE TOMPKINS.


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i'm finally waking up a twist in my story its time i open up and let your love right through me i'm finally waking up a twist in my story its time i open up and let your love right through me cause thats what you get when you see your life through someone elses eyes thats what you get thats what you get.

OOC
alias: Kayla
experience: 5 years
how did you find us: Caution
other characters: nope. but i will make a guy later on
rules password: i like pie!



THE BASICS
name: claire marie tompkins
nicknames: claire or claire bear
age: fifteen
birthdate: March 9th
rank: lady in waiting
occupation: Musician of Cair Paravel.



THE PHYSICAL
body type: claire has an athletically built body. more for traveling and fighting than anything else.
hair: claire has a bit past shoulder length dirty blond hair. it's straight and claire enjoys it this way. it is usually in a few braids to keep it out of her face. her hair is also pretty silky.
eyes: her eyes are a green. more of a icy green. in an almond eye. they are said to be pretty fierce when she is angry and it gives people the chills. but they can be quite warm when claire is happy.
height: five foot six inches
weight: one hundred and twenty pounds
facial features: the scar that crosses her face. her mother cut her face and it has to be what keeps most people away from her because they are afraid to ask about her scar, and it is also something that she never wants to talk about. ever.
clothing: claire is one of those girls who doesn't care what they are wearing. just as long as she is comfortable and able to move swiftly. she is not one for the dresses down to your ankles, but she does wear them in bright colors. sometimes in the dark colors but thats only when necessary. Although she does love her skirts and shirts, something nice and flowing, again, she wants to be able to really move around in her clothing. and claire doesn't wear shoes, they are just to her a waste of time to put on, so she doesn't bother what so ever.
racial features: n/a
anything else: she has a scar across her face that she got from her mother.
playby:annasophia robb



THE MENTAL
likes:
-boys:isn't that obvious?
-roses:typical for a girl right? only she enjoys yellow roses. they are pretty and different.
-fencing:a different type of sword fighting. she wanted to learn how to defend herself.
-horses:her favorite animal.
-reading:to take up time. its something peaceful that she could do on her own. when she wants to be alone.
-cooking:need something to do in spare time.
-fighting:for narnia of course she would. a good time to use her fencing skills.
-narnia:its a beautiful place.
-art:loves to paint and draw. it keeps her busy.
-writing:memoirs mostly. about her life. and what is going on.
-tree climbing:ya thats right, she isn't just a whole girly girl.
-younger children:she gets a long with them better than she would older or the same age.
-forbidden romance: just like in the books.
-music:she plays the clarinet and she enjoys the sound it produces
dislikes:
-spiders:they are gross
-death:she has seen too much
-her scar:its something she would hope people wouldn't notice and if they did forget about it.
-liars:doesn't everybody?
-backstabbers:^--read above
-heartbreak:she wouldn't be able to handle it
-winter:its too cold and she hates the cold
-feeling week:unable to help others is a burden to her
-mean/cruel people:she just doesn't like them
-burned food:ya. doesn't everyone?
strengths:
-fencing:its her way of protecting herself. easier said then done
-cooking:she cooks a mad chocolate cake.
-hiding:no one will be able to find her
-forgiving:even though she shouldn't knowing that they will just do the same thing again
-holding grudges:she remembers everything
-fighting for what she believes in:shes not going to let something that she wants get by her
weaknesses:
-family:sure she hates them but that doesnt me she won't protect them.
-friends:same thing, she will always protect them.
-her scar:shell focus on that, and break down
-animals: well except for spiders that is. she will protect them.
-nature: she loves nature, and tries to protect it, she thinks that nature has its own special beauty
goals:
-to get over her fear of people seeing her cry:it shouldn't be that bad.
-to become braver:she is pretty shy so she is hoping to get over that and show them what she is made of
fears:
-death:she has watched her father die
-people seeing her cry:she isn't one to cry in front of others
-loosing her friends:she would just die.
-not being able to save the ones she cares for: she would be upset and blame it on herself
-broken hearts:she doesn't want to always be in pain
general personality:
>>Claire isn't really the type you would call "loud and peppy" if you were in your right state of mind you would notice that she is unnaturally quite. She is known to be quite shy and afraid, not the type you would find at a party walking up to random people and start talking to them. No, she was not like that. Sure she went to parties, but Claire is the type of girl who hid in the corner listening and watching to everything around her. People don't really try and get to know her either, because Claire is too quite for her own good. Claire is always keeping to herself, not wanting to talk to others.

But when you start talking too Claire, you find that she is a very interesting person. Having survived a attack from her mother. Claire tends to talk a lot about things she had heard or learned and most of the time talks about what goes on in her life. Mostly memories of things because she doesn't have much friends to speak about them. Claire isn't however afraid to speak her mind, when she needs to protect someone or speak for her rights, she is not afraid to go after what she thinks. That is mainly when Claire isn't afraid to speak, but sometimes this leads her into unnecessary trouble.

Claire isn't one to become mad easily, however she does hold a grudge. Claire is one that doesn't forget easily if something goes bad, she might forgive, but she will never forget. Most of this comes from her mother, who taught her always to watch her back. Claire mainly gets angry when fear takes over her body, when a threat is made agenst her or her family. It is not something that Claire would want to go through, but she would never understand why she would hold grudges, for most of the time she would forget what they where about.



THE HISTORICAL
parents: Jamie and Jared Tompkins
siblings: none
history:
It was a deep winter in the land of Beruna, and it was one of the harshest winters of them all. With snow blowing about outside the home of a housewife and trader, but you could never hear the howling wind that rushed past the windows. For miles around, all you could hear with the screaming of a housewife's birthing pain. While a trader, who's hand were turning purple from the amount of pain being put on them in such a time, smiled cheerfully as he watch the birth of his new baby daughter. His name was Landon Tompkins, known to travel the land in search of trade to make money for his family, his twin brother, Jared, who was also there was a Cook. One that was a very kind man, who was now an uncle. The wife who had suddenly gone quite was Jamie Tompkins, a simply housewife. Nothing more, nothing less. For her, this blessing was the one she had been waiting for. On that night, a baby girl was born, and named, Claire Marie Tompkins.

Claire Marie Tompkins was the first and only child born to Jamie and Landon. Jamie took it to herself to take care of her only girl. The one that she hoped she could influence and teach to be a housewife just like her. Although, she was wrong about influence. When her father, Landon came home, the young girl would sit around, listening to the stories of far off lands that her father had visited. Ones with talking animals, and one were there was a large castle overlooking the ocean. Jamie didn't, and never did want her daughter to be fooled by such non-sense that she one day, when Claire was napping as she was five years old and never knew it, murdered her father. The whole town knew about it, and so, when Claire turned six years old, her mother was executed. With no other parents left, Claire was sent to her uncle Jared. Whom, she was fond of. And grew to miss her father, but never her mother.

All Claire could remember of her father was the stories that he had told her while on his trading routes, and she took them to heart. When she wasn't helping her uncle in the kitchen, she was off exploring on horseback. Gaining the foal, her fathers horse had sired. She would leave for weeks on end, trying to find this place her father had once told her of. Although, when she was ten years old, a terrible accident had occurred. While helping an assistant in her uncles kitchen, she had become in the direct pathway of a fight. And a large knife cut her face. Across one eye, the bridge of her nose, a corner of her lip and ending at her jaw line. This left a scar, so bad that Claire became afraid of leaving her own house.

Until one day, in the spring, after a harsh winter had struck. Claire ventured outside of her home, took her horse and rode away, away from the land that had caused much pain in her life, and finally found the land in which her father had been talking about. Talking animals, and spirits. Only, in turmoil from when her father talked about it. It was her, the clothing on her back and her horse. In which, when she entered Narnia, she could never find her way back to were she had came from. But now, she believes that she was willed to Narnia, but for what she doesn't understand.



THE ROLEPLAYING
canon or original character: original
why do you want to play this character: well, i believe that Claire will be a positive character that will do well here. and being from
narnia she could be a bit of a natural of the land.
roleplay sample: used from Narnian Lullabies

Wincing, Edmund looked up to see the familiar face of Kayla Tompkins. “I didn’t lose to any invisible force,” he told her, pushing himself into a standing position once more. “Or a tree, for that matter. It just got stuck.” Edmund walked towards his sword and tugged on it lightly. “And it won’t come out. I’ve been trying to get it out for a half hour now!”

with a roll of her eyes in a playful way she dropped her own sword and playfully shoved edmund out of her way. this was a girls job, and well it just seemed that edmund couldn't really handle it. "ed. let me handle this."how he got the sword stuck in the tree in the first place is a mystery to her. and well, she believed that sometimes ed got too into his imaginary fights, but she loved him all the same. so, putting her hands onto his sword, grasping it, kicking off her shoes and digging her feet into the ground kayla pulled the sword, although it wouldn't budge. come on. come on. her thoughts screamed. this tree wasn't a talking one, well a one with a spirit so they were on their own.

her hands regripped the handle, and she moved one foot to the base of the tree, hoping perhaps this would help. flexing her muscles she slowly pulled, and even if it did move it wasn't very much. "wow ed. this sucker is stuck." she stepped away from the sword, and picked up her own and stuck it into the dirt by the river. then holding up her skirt, she walked into the river. it was shallow near the land so she let her feet soak in the coolness of the river. if she was by herself, kayla would have swam, in only her underclothing. but right now she couldn't. that would be just wrong. and as she stood there, she thought about how the stupid sword was in the tree. how her horse ran away. how she was bucked off her horse. she sighed. her lips opened as if to say something but stopped.

"i have a feeling that sword needs more that one set of hands ed.. "her voice was plain, but with something in it, but she couldn't get it. stepping out of the river, but stepped on a slippery rock and fell backwards, getting soaked. when she blinked her eyes open she laughed. and laughed. and laughed. the stupid things, they bothered her, but she wasn't going to cry, and run away. what would ed think of her? a pansy. and so, she felt for a grip to pull herself up. hair plastered to her face, hiding the scar and her shirt and skirt were plastered to her skin. "haha. silly me. but i think that sword needs to get out huh?"

that was just embarrassing. if she fell on the ground, that was a different story. but in the water? well, now she was soaked, and she hadn't anything to change into. but she didn't want to complain, no matter how much she wanted to. she hated wet clothing, it weighed her down, and well, it was just annoying. but as she thought about this the more the water rushed past her. great. this day was getting weirder every moment.

[Susan Pevensie]

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