Clarisse Prideaux

[Clarisse Prideaux]

The Basics

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Name: Clarissa Irene Prisdeaux (formerly Mrs. Clarissa Irene Morel)
Nicknames: Clarisse
Age: Thirty-Three (Birthday: Dec. 16)
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Power side-effects expert (PhD)
Powers: Super-strength: Clarisse, despite her dainty appearance, possesses super-strength on a conditional basis. Like all humans, her strength increases with the release of adrenaline. What it boils down to is that Clarisse’s has super-powered adrenaline which provides her body with momentary super strength. In moments of acute stress (including auditory and visual stimulation, physical threats, and really high temperatures), Clarisse’s muscles will respond in overdrive, allowing her lift, move, or smash object no human ever could.

Unfortunately, as with normal adrenaline surges, Clarisse’s high-powered adrenaline comes with a high-powered negative response. Her body begins to release “downer” hormones in excessive amounts to trigger her bodies cessation of pumping out “upper” adrenaline. The result are mood crashes. Clarisse can become inconsolably sad, viciously enraged, or other down moods of bipolar disorder. If she uses her power to an extreme point (say, to move a car) she can’t function for up to a few days until her brain and body rebalance.

In addition, Clarisse is at a high risk for early onset osteoporosis and arthritis due to the stress put on her body from feats of strength.
Play By: Dita Von Teese (Burlesque Dancer, Model, Author)

The Details

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Any Piercings? No
Any Tattoos? no
Any Scars? none to speak of
General Appearance: Clarisse is a classic beauty, and she likes to keep it that way. Raised on the silver screen sirene’s like Betty Grabel and Katherine Hepburn, Clarisse strives to emulate the conservative, yet mysterious and sexy femininity of the 30s and 40s. Her raven hair is a stark contrast to her milky white skin, and her bright, soulful green eyes stand out as the gems of her oval-shaped face. Under her left eye is a small mole.

Though Clarisse is pretty all on her own, she chooses to consistently enhance her appearance with a ritualistically vintage wardrobe. Her nails are always manicured and usually painted a deep tyrian purple. She usually will wear a skirt or a dress and is never caught with bare legs—she will always wear stockings with a natural back seam. However, Clarisse’s favorite accessory is her bold red lipstick. Her pinup-esque look might be a little too sensual for some, but Clarisse’s professional demeanor fill out her appearance as a classy, demure woman.
Personality: Clarisse is a lady, and conducts herself as such. She’s is rather quiet and calm, and goes about her business with a soft smile. Mind you, that’s how she goes about her business. Clarisse’s gentle, polite, and quiet nature is most apparent in her bedside manner, but there is a side to her that no one can guess from looking at her delicate appearance:

Her temper.

If you can manage to get a rise out of her, Clarisse has a violent and generally inconvenient temper. Her anger is swift and intense, but the effects of a fight with Clarisse will last for years. Though she isn’t quick to hold a grudge, once she does that person is pretty much an enemy for life. If things comes to blows, there is the second issue of her power. If you get her angry enough to get her adrenaline pumping, she won’t hesitate to send you through a wall.

Fortunately, Clarisse makes a point of staying as serene as possible to avoid just such occurrences. She has no desire to hurt anything let alone anyone; that is why she became a doctor. Clarisse is a nurturer, and her consistent calm makes her good at it. As long as you don’t spark her temper, Clarisse is bound to be a gentle soul and a shoulder to cry on for as long as anyone needs. She loves to laugh, and she loves to love, a perfect combination to counteract a foul mood.

Like her appearance, Clarisse’s personality reflects a different time when the world was smaller and life was beautiful, where people took care of their family and of one another. For Clarisse, the students of Hammel are family now, and she will do her best to ensure their comfort and happiness.

Your Vices

Likes: +High Heels
+Red Lipstick
+Salsa Music
+Classical Harpsichord
+Wine
+Vintage Clothing
+Birds
+Dresses
+Stockings
+Children

Dislikes: -Too much excitement
-Coffee
- Indian Food
-Jeans
-Irresponsible/Ungrateful Mothers
Strengths: Clarisse’s greatest strength is her unending patience. She has been able to use it to deal with squealing children, pained adults, and to solve some medical mysteries of the meta-human world. Without her patience, she probably would not have made it through medical school and she certainly wouldn’t have been able to study meta-human biology for long enough to be able to specialize in the side effects of powers.
Other strengths of hers include an intensely analytical mind, contributing to above average problem-solving abilities. From necessity, Clarisse has had to learn how to keep a level head in situations that are life and death, lest her body run out of control and she hurt someone.

On a side note, Clarisse is a phenomenal dancer, and her english is very well-adjusted. She does, however, still have a bit of an accent.

Weaknesses: Clarisse never has been and never will be good at forgiving and forgetting. As previously mentioned, she will hold a grudge as long as she deems fit, and no one can stop her. Her inability to forgive probably stems from the guilt she feels over the death of her husband and disappearance of the Cartres.
Fears: Clarisse’s ultimate fear is losing a child, hers or otherwise. She has an intense fear of the growing metaphobia in the world, and worries that she will be fooled into being a weapon again.
Secret: Clarisse is convinced she killed her husband, though the guilt is ambiguous, I think that’s a big enough secret.

Family Ties

Father: Elliott Prisdeaux (Deceased)
Mother: Marion Prisdeaux (nee Campion)
Siblings:Antoinette Prisdeaux-Lucette (age 40)
Any Other Important People: Guillaume Morel (Late Husband, died age 30)
Marc Lucette (Brother-in-law, age 42)
Annabelle Lucette (Niece, age 17)
Yves Cartre (Childhood friend, Missing: presumed deceased)
Gui Cartre (Godson, Missing)

ChiChi- A pet tarantula

History

It is impossible to guess by Clarisse’s humble and happy beginnings that her life could have panned out as it did. Clarisse was born in France, just outside of Paris, to a very unique couple. Elliott, Clarisse’s father, was a meta-human possessed with super-speed. Marion, Clarisse’s mother, had a degree in English literature, and fell in love with the quirky boy who walked too fast. They were married before they left university, and started a family on the first of May with their daughter Antoinette. The moment they had their first baby, Marion Prisdeaux decided that Elliott was a danger to his family. Not because of his super-speed, but because of those who would discriminate. Under the pressure of his wife, Elliott caved, and ceased releasing his superior energy by speeding around town under the guise of night.

All Elliott ever wanted was a family, and seven years later in winter, that family had a new addition. A snowy complected, raven-haired baby whom they named Clarissa. Elliott always called her Clarisse, a tradition his oldest daughter and wife continued after his unexpected death when Clarissa was two. Unfortunately, Marion had no idea of the imbalances sometimes caused by meta-human biology. Elliott’s own body consumed him alive, his quick metabolism aging his insides far beyond his youthful appearance.

Left alone with her two girls, Marion moved to the country side of southern France and became increasingly bitter towards the meta-human community. She blamed all of them, somehow, for her husband’s death. She spent so much time fighting against the meta-human community that she nearly missed the childhoods of her daughters.

Antoinette showed an early talent for music, but while her sister hungrily learned every instrument she could, Clarisse read anatomy charts and biology journals, fascinated by the power of the human body. Antoinette graduated from a girls’ boarding school around the time Clarisse started realizing just how powerful her own body was. In attendance of the same school as her sister, Clarisse found it a bit difficult to follow in her sister’s footsteps. One girl in particular liked to tease Clarisse, and one day the girl started to pull her hair and scratch her back when no one was watching them on the playground. Clarisse threw her classmate nearly seven feet from her.

The school nurse attempted to assure a distraught Clarisse that the human body will do amazing things when put under stress. Clarisse didn’t care how amazing things were, but she knew something wasn’t normal. Her mother knew as well, and immediately withdrew Clarisse from her girls’ boarding school to teach her exactly what was wrong with her.

Fortunately, Marion only had about a week of berating her daughter before a government official came knocking on their door talking of a school on the opposite side of France where children like Clarisse were taught to control their powers. Control, to Marion, meant subdue, and she immediately sent her daughter away.

Excited to be entering a new school with new friends, Clarisse was a model student. Along with the compulsory education necessary for all French students, Clarisse was counseled in how to use her powers to protect herself and others. Bright-eyed and innocent, Clarisse had no idea of the more sinister nature of the men in suits from the government.
Soon after enrollment in the secluded school for meta-humans, Clarisse made her first life-long friend: Yves. A young, doe-eyed Irish immigrant with the ability to control water. They were nigh inseparable for the seven years they spent together in school. Yves was wild and loud, with Clarisse by her side as a serene compliment to her extrovertedness. It was not outgoing Yves who fell in love young though, but quiet Clarisse.

Seven years after Yves had come to be friends with Clarisse, Clarisse met a man who said some things he shouldn’t have. A government official with poor English let slip that they weren’t attending school…

…They were attending boot camp.

Fear set in to Clarisse and she nearly dislocated Yves shoulders as she shook her friend, trying to convince the other girl to run away from the school with her. Yves would have none of it. She would never be able to leave, it seemed, but persuaded Clarisse to go on her own and “live for them both.”

That night much of the perimeter guard for the school were left with broken ribs and concussions, victims of Clarisse’s super-adrenaline and resulting strength. Clarisse fled far enough to return to her place of birth: the great city of Paris, where anyone can disappear, meta-human or not. Though Clarisse feared the same fate her mother had told of her father, she also feared becoming a weapon. Fear consumed her, in fact. The feats of strength she had demonstrated to escape had thrown off her body’s chemistry. She spent weeks in a women’s shelter: paranoid and depressed. However, In the course of her more advanced education she was able to understand her own biology, and the side effects of everything she had done. Clarisse knew it was coming, but would never have thought it would take meeting a man to pull her out of it.

Clarisse met Guillame Morel in the shelter. He was a lawyer, and fought the good fight for women who really needed the help. Marriage was a no-brainer. Clarisse loved her husband with a devotion long lost in the current culture, and she liked to think he loved her the same. He helped her get back to her feet, and helped send her back to school where she build to a nursing degree in an accelerated two-year program.

Just after Clarisse received her nurse certification, she received a phone call from an old friend. Yves had escaped, but her life was as wild as ever, and she had birthed a son. Yves said she may not have known who exactly the father was, but she was certainly sure of the godmother. A few months later, Clarisse was finally able to meet little Gui. Having never had children of her own, for fear of killing them in childbirth if things got too intense, Gui was everything to Clarisse.

For the next three years, everything appeared to be perfect. Yves and baby Gui moved into a flat nearby, where Clarisse could play with her beloved godchild in between school and time with her husband. Soon, Clarisse confided in her husband that her best friend was a meta, and things got sticky. Guillaume did not appreciate unidentified meta-humans in hiding, and warned his wife to stay away from freaks. Clarisse was crushed by her husband’s show of cruelty, and made a note never to mention Yves again.

She wouldn’t have to.

A bombing ignited the streets of Paris, and several went missing. Clarisse recognized some of the names from long ago in school, but one stood out to her. Yves Cartre and her toddler son. Smelling a rat, Clarisse was inconsolable. Her worst fears had come true: the government was targeting meta-humans, or at least the government in Paris. Much to her dismay, Clarisse would once again be surprised by her husband.
When Clarisse reached to him for comfort, he offered coldness. His words echoed those of her mother: “Freak,” “dangerous,” “abomination.” Guillaume tried to assure his wife that the death of Yves and her bastard son was for the best: for Clarisse and for the baby. An argument beyond anything Clarisse would ever experience ensued. Her temper, which had only flared a few times in the course of their marriage, ignited at full force. Was her husband such a bigot? Was he so cold?

No. Her husband confessed he was simply following orders from his higher-ups in the government. Guillaume had been an official behind-the-scenes of Clarisse’s school only a few years after she had escaped, studying the biology of meta-humans, much like Clarisse had herself planned to do. Distraught and betrayal fueling both sides, Clarisse soon confessed that she was meta.

Enraged that his wife had kept such a filthy secret from him, Guillame advanced and struck Clarisse. Blood pumping from fear, deception, and despair, Clarisse reacted as any human would in self defense. She pushed her husband. She pushed Guillame hard enough in the hall way that he flew far beyond the banister and nearly crashed through the floor.

Guillame died en route to the hospital. Clarisse blamed herself and continues to do so.
Rather than remain in the city that had caused her so much heartache, Clarisse buried her husband and then fled to America. The English she had learned in compulsory school was enough to help her survive, and before she was even able settle down and look for a job, she received a letter and phone call from a school in Vermont, one that had been trying to reach her for years.

Trying to rescue her.

Hammel offered Clarisse a unique opportunity. Not only would they help her continue her education, but they would offer her an opportunity to help others like her. Children were Clarisse’s one true love, now that she had buried the man she thought previously bore that title, and so the option was easy. She entered Hammel as a nurse and enrolled as a PhD student in a local university at the age of twenty-five. Ever since, she has taken residenc near Hammel. Her back ground in anatomy and advanced biology allowed her to fall into the role of specialist, a sort of school nurse for side effects of meta-human powers. After the eight years she studied at a local University with the help of Hammel, Clarisse has received her PhD, but continues to study meta-human biology in practice on a day-to-day basis, hoping one day to eliminate common side effects all together through the miracle of modern medicine. Clarisse tries hard to forget her life in France, and though it usually haunts her, Hammel has been her home for years and continues to serve as such.

Roleplay Example

{Copied from another site. As some background, this is Mikhail/"Michael" the archangel, studying an infestation of imps in modern Miami.)

As much as he really didn't want to say it, it was important for Michael to get away from Djbiril---"Noah". He spent too much time trying to make sure he wouldn't get in trouble and he had no time to dedicate to his studies. Studies that were of course concerned with this supernatural problem in the city. He scribbled furiously in a composition notebook, his hand flying across the page leaving behind the chicken-scratch words like so much encrypted dust. He was taking note of everything he could possible remember about imps, and everything he'd learned about those here on Earth.

Their function was (disgustingly enough), much like Heaven. Michael chewed on the end of his pencil, his gold eyes shifting their focus from behind dark lashes. Militarized, like his army of angels...it was only to be expected since the Morning Star was their leader. Michael grimaced and snapped the book shut, his discomfort with his fellow archangel contorting his face in a weary, broody mask.

Setting the notebook by his side for a moment, Michael rubbed his temples, pushing up the sleeves of his powdery blue collared shirt. With his forearms no exposed, Michael felt a little cooler and managed to relax.

The bench he was sitting on was in the middle of the Miami campus, overlooking a courtyard. Students lounged in the sun and ate lunch, studied to played...frisbee. Michael scowled and shook his head. Frisbee? Who really came up with that name...

Michael looked back to his book and blinked at it, knowing he should get straight back to work. Perhaps he should return to the house and check on Noah...

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