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Clark Dubois

Clark Dubois is one of the main characters in the campaign: a young 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

Clark Dubois was born in a removed village named Laville. their mother died on childbirth and their father was conscripted in the 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 gift and seems able to freeze things. they were banished from their village because of it and decided to move closer to 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 hunt inside the 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

Clark has now his own 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.
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