Name: Clara Smyth
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: 08/14
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Small burn scar halfway up the right arm
Personality:
Music is everything to Clara, and she can enjoy musics wherever she goes by listening to the rhythm of the world all around her. From the songs of birds in the trees to the report of feet against the ground whether fast or slow the tempo of the world guides her steps. When she let’s herself listen closely to the song of the world, She loses herself. When she is as enraptured by the music as she tends to get, she loses focus on the world around her. This makes her by far more clumsy than she should be.
"Music is the world filling our lives with beauty"
When talking to people her voice has a lilting, lyrical tone to it, and with people she it's familiar with, she can tell a lot about their mood by the rhythm, cadence, and pitch of their voice. Even when meeting someone for the first time there’s a lot the rhythm and tone of their voice can tell her about them, or at the very least their mood at the moment.
"I can hear the joy in your song and it fills me likewise!"
In a fight, she only hears the music of the battle, the vying for position, the clash of magic and steel, the rising heartbeats of her and her opponents. When the Thrill of battle rises, she joins her music with the concerto of war going on all around her. She dislikes fighting as a general rule, but in order to protect her allies, she will join her voice to the chorus of war to aid them and see them safely through the night.
"Your performance is nearing its end, but thank you for the duet."
When there is a presence of leadership, she will defer her song to the will of the conductor. She will bend her bow and bring her song into the world at the will of another. She finds joy in a true duet, working in concert with another to bring out the best in her song, and despises nothing more than the stifling sound of silence. Her heart goes into every piece she plays, whether it be a lullabye, played softly to the night sky, a battle hymn, played sharp and stark in the heat of battle, or a dirge, played sorrowfully in mourning times.
“As you wish, I shall play at your tempo.”
Even as she willingly submits to a conductor, the music itself is still her own, and she revels in that fact, losing herself in the effect of her own music. When her life isn't in danger and she plays one of her instruments, she stands to lose whatever emotion she held before she began to play in favor of the evocative emotion of the piece. An ode may make her morose or melancholic, while a marching arrangement may fill her to the brim with excitable energy. This effect varies in intensity depending on just how into the performance She had gotten.
Likes:
General Appearance
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145lbs
Hair: Light Brown hair falls down her back in a long sheet, with a small tie placed in about halfway down her back. Instead of bangs, she has two long strands that frame her face that she occasionally tucks behind her ears.
Eyes: Blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Clara wears a plain white shirt with a thin black tie underneath a tight black bodice that laces up the front. She wears a skirt over plain white leggings with a pair of plain shoes. She has a slender figure, and always stands with perfect poise, trained from a young age.
Guild/Council
Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: N/A
Rank: D
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: 08/14
Sexuality: Straight
Special Characteristics: Small burn scar halfway up the right arm
Personality:
Music is everything to Clara, and she can enjoy musics wherever she goes by listening to the rhythm of the world all around her. From the songs of birds in the trees to the report of feet against the ground whether fast or slow the tempo of the world guides her steps. When she let’s herself listen closely to the song of the world, She loses herself. When she is as enraptured by the music as she tends to get, she loses focus on the world around her. This makes her by far more clumsy than she should be.
"Music is the world filling our lives with beauty"
When talking to people her voice has a lilting, lyrical tone to it, and with people she it's familiar with, she can tell a lot about their mood by the rhythm, cadence, and pitch of their voice. Even when meeting someone for the first time there’s a lot the rhythm and tone of their voice can tell her about them, or at the very least their mood at the moment.
"I can hear the joy in your song and it fills me likewise!"
In a fight, she only hears the music of the battle, the vying for position, the clash of magic and steel, the rising heartbeats of her and her opponents. When the Thrill of battle rises, she joins her music with the concerto of war going on all around her. She dislikes fighting as a general rule, but in order to protect her allies, she will join her voice to the chorus of war to aid them and see them safely through the night.
"Your performance is nearing its end, but thank you for the duet."
When there is a presence of leadership, she will defer her song to the will of the conductor. She will bend her bow and bring her song into the world at the will of another. She finds joy in a true duet, working in concert with another to bring out the best in her song, and despises nothing more than the stifling sound of silence. Her heart goes into every piece she plays, whether it be a lullabye, played softly to the night sky, a battle hymn, played sharp and stark in the heat of battle, or a dirge, played sorrowfully in mourning times.
“As you wish, I shall play at your tempo.”
Even as she willingly submits to a conductor, the music itself is still her own, and she revels in that fact, losing herself in the effect of her own music. When her life isn't in danger and she plays one of her instruments, she stands to lose whatever emotion she held before she began to play in favor of the evocative emotion of the piece. An ode may make her morose or melancholic, while a marching arrangement may fill her to the brim with excitable energy. This effect varies in intensity depending on just how into the performance She had gotten.
Likes:
- Performing arts - from songs to the stage, all forms of performing arts have brought a smile to her face for as long as she can remember.
“Your movements were mesmerizing! I could not look away!” - Performing for a crowd: Clara loves to share music with the world, especially outside of combat where she can play cheerier tunes, the more people who listen the better she feels.
“Thank you for hearing my song, tonight.” - Camping: drum the slow warm crackling of the fire to the sounds of the night often drowned out by the bustle of a city is a song she enjoys, no matter how infrequently she gets the chance to enjoy it.
“The concert of the night is a rare performance these days, and one I relish to hear”
Dislikes: - Hecklers: while constructive criticism is all part of being a performer, nothing that hecklers say in her opinion could be construed as constructive.
“Perhaps a comment from someone a bit more refined?” - Dancing - Despite being a fan of all performing arts, Clara herself cannot dance, and because of this dislikes dancing in front of anyone.
“My song does not include the art of dancing.” - Cooking - Again lack of skill brings on a dislike. Her hands in her opinion were made for the instruments of music not the cooking implements (Plus she’s a terrible cook)
Motivations: - Discovering a purpose - Amid her performances after losing her previous life, Clara struggled to discover what the point was to her life, and finding that drives her in both magic and performing.
“What meaning is there in my own song?” - Building a Theater - Clara dreams of one day earning enough money to return her father’s passion to the world, where performers from all over the world can come and share their passion with the people.
“Father. Your dream lives on with me.” - Perfection - Clara dreams of perfecting her skills in the performing arts, to become one who can move others with a single note.
“One day, even the gods shall revel in my song.”
Fears: - Silence - More than the gentle song of the deep night, a true silence that follows tragic or disastrous events scares Clara.
“The silencing of one’s song is a terrible thing.” - Fire - Fire consumed everything that Clara had once known, and despite her being touched by the blood of Vulcan, fires that grow out of control scare her.
“A consuming blaze, that drowns out the world.” - Failure - To fail in something is unacceptable in her eyes, and along with her dream of perfection comes and aversion to failure.
“Failure is not an option.”
General Appearance
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 145lbs
Hair: Light Brown hair falls down her back in a long sheet, with a small tie placed in about halfway down her back. Instead of bangs, she has two long strands that frame her face that she occasionally tucks behind her ears.
Eyes: Blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Appearance: Clara wears a plain white shirt with a thin black tie underneath a tight black bodice that laces up the front. She wears a skirt over plain white leggings with a pair of plain shoes. She has a slender figure, and always stands with perfect poise, trained from a young age.
Guild/Council
Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: N/A
Rank: D
