Clotilda of Aimela

[Little Sparrow]

Clotilda of Aimela

Name:

Clotilda of Aimela

Nickname(s):

Cloti, Sparrow, Lluvia of Alvire {alias}

Age:

22 years of human age

Date of Birth:

18 January

Sexuality:

Bisexual

Practice:

Avian Shaman

Abilities:

Sharp Eye
Passeridae Speech

Loyalty:

Co-leader of the Song of Heroes {with Rodi/Hawk}

Status/Occupation:

Spies and communication organizer for Song of Heroes

Appearance:

Clotilda has dark, wavy hair that falls down just about shoulder length. She prefers not to have any bangs, feeling that they can sometimes obstruct her view. Whenever any kind of pale light falls upon her hair, it makes it seem silver and not the actual brownish tint that her hair usually has. Whenever she is stressed out or working hard and determined, she will always keep it back with a white bandana so that it won't disturb or distract her. Her complexion is rather dark, what most would describe as spending too long in the sun. Clotilda also has rather long fingers, arms and legs, seeming as if she was built for dexterity rather than melee, but this does under no circumstances hinder her. She is just as skilled a fighter as one that was trained properly. One would say that she is of average height, at about 170 cm (don't do imperial system, sorry. Dx) and is able to see things over others' heads. Her eyes are smoky gray, streaked with darker and lighter flecks which sometimes change according to her mood, unlike the rumor of her having blue eyes. When she is feeling angry or some kind of flaming emotion, they turn dark and stormy, and seeing Clotilda mad is not something that anyone would want to do.

As an avian shaman, Clotilda also wears a feathered band around her left wrist, which is also a kind of protective guard for her. She pays her respect to the goddess Reikuani and wears the band as a "sign of faith". Clotilda's weapons of choice, two 30cm knife blades also have a feather-like engraving in the flat of the blade, not too distinct at a first glance, but enough to glimpse at a closer look. She likes to keep her blades in good shape, keeping prepared for any invasion. One might call it paranoia, but Clotilda claims that she is just being cautious.

Personality:

Clotilda is rather friendly and really won't hesitate to help if the time calls for it. She doesn't like seeing others in distress or need for something, be it a place to sleep or some kind of pain or injury, physical or mental. Helping others is one of her virtues and she is definitely a good listener and usually has the patience to hear people out. She hates it when people are judged wrongly, based on their stereotypes, looks, whatever, it just isn't the way she likes it and she has a strong will to change this, but sometimes, people doubt her. This is because one of her favorite pastimes is sleeping, no matter how strange a hobby it might seem. "The unconscious mind is far greater than the conscious" was always the statement that she used to back herself up. It was true, for her, anyways. Another strange fact about Clotilda is that she loves music. She will always stop to listen to a bird's call or a musician's song. She can play violin, but is not a violin guru, just enough to get by as an abstract hobby.

Sometimes, Clotilda can be rather secretive about herself, especially personal things like her past and childhood as it is a touchy subject for her. She will do everything that she can do to avoid that subject, and even if it comes up, she'll try to avoid talking about herself for as long as she can. Clotilda can be a very stubborn person about rights, opinions and such, but she always tries to be polite and tries not to offend anyone. Unlike most humans, she doesn't feel any particular disgust towards the race of fae. She is rather grateful to them for personal reasons and rather unwilling to point her blades at them. She is rather fond of birds in relation to her speciality. For her, it is rather useful, for birds are virtually everywhere and it is therefore easy to communicate, especially with the small, almost insignificant sparrows--hence her code name. She has a soft spot for almost anything with wings, a beak and a call and usually won't hesitate to just drop a friendly greeting.

History:

Her first gasp of breath, the air traveled down her wind pipe. "Clotilda..." A woman's voice breathed, just before the girl's breathing deepened and she started wailing. That moment was gone, hours had passed, slowly melting into days... weeks... years, and all that time, Clotilda had been learning, watching, waiting. She grew long, dark hair, gray eyes always happy, always curious and in perfect alignment with the smile that almost always adorned her face. Ever since she was born, she had some kind of curiosity burning within her, a lust for knowledge that her parents found rather enjoyable; she would grow into a fine young woman. They gave her the best teachers, even educating her within the art of music with the violin. But despite that, it wasn't all that she wanted and it wasn't until she was eight did she really find true joy. It was when she had been hearing excited murmurs one day, playing a violin solo for her teacher as an assessment. Clotilda's heart wasn't in the instrument, she had practiced this so much that there was no real need to look or think for the notes, the movement, it was effortless. And that was when she heard it, rumors of her mother growing bigger around the waist. The weeks passed and to Cloti's excitement, the rumors were true, her mother was really having another child. She could hardly contain her excitement; this was what she had been waiting for, a younger sibling, a sister that she could play with, a brother to advise and share knowledge, someone to play with. Her parents already had great plans ahead for their child, the baby would be male, he would become a knight, all these dreams. He would do the family proud. His name would be Salvador.

The birth was smooth, Clotilda stared into the face of her brother, peaceful in his cot, eyes closed, chest moving up and down as he drew in healthy, even breaths. Even she couldn't deny the fact that her brother was going to be something great. Never once did she regret the fact that he was going to achieve something greater than she would. Her joy had crossed out any other emotions, this was the time that she had been waiting for.

Year by year, she watched Salvador grow, playing with him as he grew and matured at one, slightly less often as he grew into two; for she was ten, a mature age that required much of her time for studies and other scholarly subjects. She knew that Salvador would be fine with his nanny, she didn't have to take care of him every second of his life, but that didn't stop her from wanting to spend as much time with her little brother as she could. Maybe that was why she saw the fae take her brother away as she looked out of the window. His brother was watching the birds, his nanny was chatting with the stable boy, no one was watching him enough to see the fae take him away. Cloti wanted to go after him immediately, but she knew her professor wouldn't be happy and if anything happened, she would get into all the trouble anyone could imagine. How was she supposed to save him then?

Cloti grew into a teenager, she dropped some of her studies, learned to fight with knives, had her twin blades forged, Feather and Claw, trained as an avian shaman, remembering the birds that she last saw her brother with, then, she took off, leaving the house, delving into the forest to find Salvador with the aid of the feathered creatures. She knew that she wasn't strong enough to take her brother out of the fae's care, especially since she had seen him so close to the fae that had taken him, so she had to wait, following him, watching him and all the time waiting for the chance to take him back.

The little boy that she once knew was gone, long gone. No more brown hair, no more brown eyes, they were all turned to a brilliant shade of crimson, the shade of blood. She knew what he was; a battle muse, but even though he wasn't human, Cloti followed him. He was the brother that she had cherished long before birth, she wasn't going to give him up.

All of a sudden, events turned, so much that the fae that had taken Salvador and named him Rodi was in a dire situation of need; he was trying to rescue the prisoners that the government had taken. Without thinking, she flew in to help, knowing somehow that these people weren't taken justly, but despite her efforts, an iron-tipped arrow had taken its toll, ending Jade's breath. Even Clotilda herself couldn't do anything about it; except know that this price was a huge one to pay on Rodi's part. She knew how close they were. She would have to step in and earn herself the name of traitor and a bounty on her head. She ran, there was no way to fight now, they outnumbered her. She had the advantage of being familiar with the territory and had to be content with escaping with her life, but she had made a mistake; she wasn't safe any more. There were people on her back, she had to hide.

First priority was to find Rodi, which she did. She knew that he wouldn't know her, and telling him his very own past would have shattered him, so there was no way that she was going to let on her blood to him; he was fae, she was human. He wouldn't even believe her. She earned his trust and since then, one would say that they looked out for each other and for the others that war seemed to imprison for making a stand. The Song of Heroes was born.

Roleplay Sample:

Clotilda stared out of the window with not much of an expression on her face. The cold windowsill was seeping into her, seeming to freeze her and turn her to ice, taking her away from the cares of the world, but she herself knew that such a thing wasn't possible. There were just too many things to do. She couldn't go now. She wouldn't, couldn't leave Rodi alone. Not after all of this. Yes, she was wanted, yes, the government hated them, but that was sort of the point; they were doing what was right. It was just the government that wanted them crushed, not the people. They were just being manipulated by the government's propaganda. Cloti didn't think that the civilians hated her. It was probably just fear of the authorities. If not, they would protest, but even then, they would need the shelter that the Song of Heroes could provide. Either way, there was no way that she could end it all now.

Clotilda could feel her blades, faithfully strapped to her thighs as always. She would never go anywhere without them. It was too dangerous, too risky. If she could, she would have just played her violin, a tune that she had made up, Lullaby, she had called it, after the hour that she had made it up on. In fact, it was almost this exact hour. But tonight wasn't a bright night. The moon's glow barely illuminated the area before her, rendering her a bit more than sightless. Even her sharp eye ability wasn't enough to allow her view as daylight, but at least she had a vague sense of what was going on. A steady feeling of paranoia was creeping up her veins, threatening to make her lose all her sense and run under the shadow of the lair, but that was cowardly. Not a good way to look as one of the leaders of the Song of Heroes.

Look on the bright side, Clotilda told herself. You're safe, Rodi's safe, today was successful, there's no reason to fear. Her mind told her. But Cloti sighed again, she didn't want to listen to all those lies anymore. This wasn't going to help her. She had to calm down, there was no reason to get herself worked up over nothing. Calm down... she murmured to herself, barely above her breath, so quiet that it could just have been the wind. It might have. Even Cloti herself didn't know.

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[Litharia]

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