Claire Hallard

[Claire Hallard]

the roleplayer

NAME: Tophu
GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: 8 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: None
HOW YOU FOUND US: RPG-Directory



Claire Montgomery Hallard
She's a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand

character basics

NICKNAMES: Claire
AGE: 17
GROUP: Student
YEAR: 11
BIRTHDAY: January 2
GENDER: Female

PLAY-BY: Béatrice Martin

appearance

Claire Hallard is hard to describe without using the word "quirky" or "eccentric" and that's exactly how she wants it. Her blond hair is kept somewhat messy, a haphazard bundle of golden locks that seem to go wherever they want. Her bangs, which have a slight side-swoop to them, tend to just cover the dark brown eyes she constantly frames with black eyeliner. Other than the occasional eye makeup, this is all she does to modify her appearance in any way. Her pale yet full lips are perfect examples, while her porcelain skin is in spite of this. Her nose is slightly turned upwards, and her slight double-chin both take away from her almost scathingly perfect face.

She isn't one that enjoys working out, so there isn't much definition to her body. Standing at a meager 5'4'', there is nothing intimidating about this girl, and the way she carries herself doesn't say anything different. She walks like she's floating, and everything about her seems to be slightly delicate and gingerly placed. Her skin is beautifully pale, and it looks like she spends more time in the Dream World than she should, compared to the time she spends outside. Her fingers are thin and long, perfect for the piano. Both finger- and toenails are usually painted bright colors.

She has tattoos running up and down both arms, with a few on both sides of her collarbone area as well. Each one is filled with bright colors and it is almost difficult to separate them all as they tend to run into each other. Yet each one is beautiful and has a different meaning.

As far as clothing is concerned, she will wear anything that cannot be described as normal or plain. She doesn't like following whatever is "in style" and would much rather shop at a thrift store or anything of the sort. She tends to wear a lot of open, flowing skirts and shirts that fit to her form. No matter the season, she can be seen in a pair of obnoxiously-colored sneakers. Ones that are usually made for men.

personality

She doesn't know what she wants. Stop asking her. Stumbling through her own life, Claire is tired of people telling her what she's supposed to do. With absolutely no direction and no desire to find one, Claire is trying to have fun but no one seems to be letting her. She doesn't like authority and she definitely doesn't like it when authority tries to impress their ways on her. She'll keep her mouth shut if she has to, though. Makes more sense to just go along with things that bother her, rather than causing more drama than there needs to be.

In fact, it's hard for Claire to talk to almost anyone here. She's a new student, just admitted. And when Claire is taken out of situations she's comfortable with and placed in somewhere completely new, she tends to freak out on the inside. Not on the outside, though, because she's not very willing to express any emotion at all if it's just on the outside. She grew up not being very liked by her peers, and once she did make friends it was only a few years later until she was shipped off to the academy by her parents who didn't know any better.

Around people she does know, though, she's a beautiful person. Or she tries to be. She tends to have a sarcastic and dry sense of humor, but when she loves someone she will do absolutely anything for them. She gets attached to people very easily, as well. Even though she comes off as a bit disconnected, it's only because of how difficult it is for her to talk to new people. She could absolutely adore someone and find it hard to show them just how much she does. She has never had a real boyfriend, so it's hard to say just how she would be in a romantic relationship. It's definitely a part of her life that is lacking.

She grew up in a broken home that was never actually broken up, and constantly hearing her parents fighting, even about her, in front of her, has caused a few issues. She blames it in part for her socially awkward behavior, even if her problems probably go a little deeper than that. Because of this, fighting always makes her a little nervous and she's more likely to avoid a situation where people are screaming at each other, even if it is her friends. She'd rather just not be in the room. That said, she has become able to hold on to a lot of emotional trauma and just let it roll of her back. She'll listen to anyone complain about their lives, but she'll hardly do any of the complaining herself. It just doesn't seem worth it.

Through intensive learning, Claire is fluent in both English and French, but hardly uses the second language anymore. She tends to just speak in simple sentences when the situation calls for it. She has a penchant for french music and french food, even though she's never actually visited that country.

family & history

FATHER: Claude Hallard – 57
MOTHER: Remy Montgomery – 42
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER FAMILY: None

HISTORY:
When Remy Hallard got pregnant, it wasn't on purpose. It wasn't a situation where she fell in love with someone and married them. Claude had been another man at the bar. He had been available and there and she didn't know how to pass him up. She didn't want to. Then she became pregnant and everything changed. She told him, and a wedding quickly happened. Her conservative parents would disown her if she found out they had a child out of wedlock. So when the baby came eight months after their wedding, she had to tell them the beautiful little girl was just premature. There was nothing undeveloped about this firecracker.

She was crawling before any other baby. She was walking before any other baby. Her laugh was contagious. A tuft of light blond hair adorned the top of her head, and her dark brown eyes could strike down the most devilish characters. She was a baby that could stop wars, and she was loved. She was new and she was beautiful. Both her parents cared for her until eventually her father stopped. She didn't notice because she was too busy noticing everything else about the world, but he did. He wouldn't get out of bed when she cried. He wouldn't feed her, and he wouldn't smile at her when she threw things at him playfully.

Eventually she did notice, though. Eventually, right as she was about to enter kindergarten, she noticed. She had nothing to compare their relationship to until she saw other daughters and sons with their fathers, and the relationships were hardly similar. They ran into their fathers' arms and the fathers' picked them up and hugged them. She tried it once. He didn't seem very interested, so she didn't try again. While she didn't realize at such a small age, she was the burden he had never wanted to deal with. Claude Hallard had been a man that never wanted to be married or have children. He wanted to experience the world. He was a high-paid surgeon who hardly had the time to deal with such things. Now he was stuck in Seattle with a small daughter and a wife he could never truly love.

As Claire aged, the rift in her family grew. She could hear the angered whispering of a mother pregnant with her second child and a father who refused to raise yet another baby he didn't want in the first place. There were cries before the young girl jumped in her bed as porcelain plates hit the ground and shattered into millions and millions of pieces that would be quite the adventure for the cleaning lady the next morning. She tried to sleep but she just couldn't. Something about listening in on such a personal conversation, hearing exactly what was wrong... she couldn't stop. She felt bad but she couldn't.

Her life at school seemed to be just as lifeless. As her home life spiraled out of control, Claire began pulling away from the friends she had been beginning to make. She was not really close with anyone before that, for the firecracker had been put out years ago. Someone who had once been the epitome of the perfect child became... uncaring and uninvolved in her own life. She spent middle school alone, in the pages of books and on the screens in movies. That was all she needed for then.

As her classmates began dating each other, Claire pulled further and further away. As her parents began sleeping in separate bedrooms, Claire pulled further and further away. Love seemed to be for other people. Not her. By the time she hit high school, she had fucked herself up. She was both bored and alone. So when a new boy moved to her school, and he seemed interested in her, she didn't know what to do but she knew what she wanted. She spent all of her time with him and the friends he was beginning to make, and to those few she was not the weird girl that was always alone.

For a while she was happy. This was when she got her tattoos – illegally – with the help of this boy. Ryan Townsend was a strange man who she was in love with, but who spent his time dating other girls. As she began getting to know him more and more, she found out why. He had left a girlfriend back home, before his parents moved him out here for his father's work. He had loved her, and they had broken up. He spent his time in Seattle trying to fill a hole he couldn't fill. He never tried with Claire. It was like they had been doomed to be just friends. But it was something. She finally had tangible human connections that made her feel a little less alone. There was always college.

But no, even that couldn't last. Her parents were getting divorced and they wanted to know where she was going to live. Her mother was moving to the suburbs of New York. Her father, to the grand city of Cincinnati. Neither of them wanted to stay in Seattle, so obviously Claire couldn't. So she said she didn't want to live with either. She made the most selfish decision of her life and she didn't care. She wanted to go to a boarding school in England. It had been here dream and she refused to pass something like that up. She knew her parents had the money for that kind of thing as well. So she was shipped off. Her mother was a little insulted, but her father seemed a little relieved. She hadn't picked him after all, and there was comfort in the fact she hadn't picked her mother, either.

So her new adventure began in the cold and rainy streets of England, where she had to make a completely new life for herself. What would this bring her?

dream form

Her dream form, unfortunately, is not that interesting. She was a little disappointed when she realized what it was. She is herself, but a thinner, more defined version of herself without tattoos. She stands a little taller, she speaks a little louder, and she always knows the right thing to say. Strangely enough, she is wearing a beautiful, strapless wedding dress with her hair pinned up behind her, its usual light blond color. She wears no veil. She is, though, wearing makeup. Mostly pink-based. What is even stranger is the fact that she has no tattoos. There is something very pure and perfect about her.

What it seems, is that her dream form has manifested as what Claire desires most in her life. So right now, she is wearing a wedding dress. When she does one day get married, though, she wonders if her dream form could possibly change to match that. If her goals in life change, does her dream form change? She hardly knows. She doesn't understand half the crap that goes on at this weird school...