======= (Clark)Claire Dubois ====== Claire Dubois (they/them) is one of the main characters in the campaign: a young [[place:valtshora|valtshoran]] person, half raised in the forest, running from their past, and with powers over ice. |□ |child of the mountain | |□ |survivalist | |□□ |child of winter | |□□ |aberration hunter | |□ |artic fox | |gun |+3 | |tracking |+2 | |survival |+2 | |cryomancy |+2 | |trap making |+1 | |aberration knowledge |+1 | |stealth |+1 | |medicine |+1 | |gathering |+0 | |athleticism |+0 | |cold resistance |+0 | |bluff |+0 | |dodging |+0 | |disguise |+0 | |sense motive |+0 | ======Story====== Claire Dubois was born in a removed village named [[place:Laville]]. their mother died on childbirth and their father was conscripted in the [[event:second_great_war|war]] to never come back. They spent their youth excluded from their peers and hunting/gathering to survive. For reasons not yet know by the party, they got a [[thing:gift]] and seems able to freeze things. they were banished from their village because of it and decided to move closer to [[place:Zwosta]] for work. they worked some odd jobs for a scientist for a while but is now mostly making a living selling home-made sausage and participating in [[event:yearly_hunt|hunt]] inside the [[place:zwosta#zone|zone]]. they spends most of their time investigating how to get rid of the cold that inhabits him. they are pretty tall for a woman and looks very thin and with a pale ish skin, their skin is always clear as snow. they have long white silvery hair, a feminine face and body including some very visible breast and darkish blue eyes. they had to wear a blue dress, old military boots they got from a reseller that seem to be too small, and an old dark blue hat with a sad droopy feather that is the last possession they have from their father. After preventing some aberrent lizard from invading a fort using their gift, they grew some white fluffy fox ear that they now use ======Music====== Claire has now his own [[extra:soundtrack|theme music]], with lyrics, even. > In the storm, in the snow, in the mountain > In the cold, all alone, by myself > I have seen, I have been, I now carry > something other than my own tired flesh > > It's not true, it's not real, it's a mirage > It's a trick of the light on the glass > Hear my voice, heed my words, when I tell you > That your eyes can't be trusted to see right > > I must walk down the path to the end line > She told me that I will find a cure > Fix myself, let this pass, let me go back > To the cold, all alone, by myself.