Name: Clementine Martin. Age: 28. Gender: Female. Partner: None to be specific, she prefers to work alone. (I wouldn't mind if I could find her a partner but it depends how everything works out) Height: 5'8". Weight: 140 llbs. Place of Birth: Jackson, Mississippi. Literally where she was born, she moved a few times afterwards. Now she travels from place to place, she doesn't really have a particular area in which she stays.
Clementine is a very cold hearted person, there's no other way of putting it. When you meet her, she'll be cold hearted. When you get to know her, she'll be slightly less cold hearted (not by much). One could say she actually borders on sociopathic, considering her unwillingness to socialize with others and her seemingly lacking conscience. She doesn't make friends easily, and as a general rule of thumb she doesn't respond very well to random acts of kindness from others. When people are nice to her, she only assumes they want something from her and it usually doesn't end well for either party.
She's very hesitant to trust others because of what's happened in her past- and, well, why develop a relationship with you if you're only going to drag her down or she ends up having to kill you? Doesn't make much sense to her. Therefor, in her opinion, it's best to stay away from the personal affairs of others and make it very clear that she doesn't care. Because of this lifestyle choice, Clementine rarely ever travels in groups unless it's a precautionary measure for a specific hunt, or she's forced to due to circumstances.
She doesn't typically hop into conversations either, she'd rather listen from a distance if the topic intrigues her, then continue on her way. Clementine isn't the type to skirt around details, so when you ask her for her opinion she'll be very outright with you, even if said details aren't pretty. She doesn't really care about the opinions or feelings of others, she'd much rather take the cold hard truth over that. She's learned to value the facts over the fictitious, and she considers logic and reason to be her allies. Because of this, Clementine is rather intelligent in the knowledge department, but kind of dense in the emotional one.
Bio/ History: Clementine grew up with a lawyer for a father, and a doctor for a mother. So, of course, she was brought up with high expectations. Clem had always been a distant child, her parents just made it worse. Throughout her elementary school years, she was always that one kid sitting off in the distance, reading a book, or studying for a test. Her grades were excellent, ranging in A's and A+'s. Her mother and father raised her to prioritize schooling over friendships, isolating her off from the rest of her class, and many other classes she'd have in the future. Many of the students thought she was weird, even a freak for her behavior. She never spoke up unless a teacher asked her a question, and whenever they tried to instill conversation Clementine would merely stare at them in a blank stupor. She never really learned how to properly socialize with children her age; her parents, rather than taking her out on play dates or leaving her at daycare, would instead leave her in the care of many different tutors. It didn't help, either, that her parents were constantly unhappy with where they lived and would repack and unpack their bags once every few years. Clementine was a very quiet and obedient child back then, never speaking up to voice her complaints of moving all the time.
Sometimes, as if on a stroke of dumb luck, Clem did make some friends. However, to her parents they were just obstacles and roadblocks to their daughter's future success. Insisting they weren't right for her, Clementine would then be forced to ignore those individuals until they left her alone to be back with her studies. Eventually all desire for social interaction was crushed, and Clem grew into the perfect little puppet for her parents. She did everything they requested of her, and in turn they lived out their own little twisted dreams through her.
Then came junior high, and all chaos broke loose. As it turned out, her parents had festering feelings of hatred towards one another, and it finally came to light when Clementine's mother revealed that she had been sleeping with another man. A sea of arguing, bickering, and screaming at one another at the very top of their lungs pursued. Clementine took the opportunity to run away from home. It didn't take her long to find a place to stay, seeing as her uncle lived in the same town as they currently did. Soon enough she was settled in with him. He continued supporting her to go to school, but the atmosphere was different. Clem's uncle was far more laid back than her parents ever were, and couldn't care less if she failed a test. "You tried your best, that's all that matters" he would always say to her, despite the fact she never did fail a test. Her uncle was also a mechanic, and often worked late at night. His living style was care free and homey. All these things were new to Clementine, and she wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
However, as the days passed, she grew more and more lost with the frequent calls of her parents about who she wanted to stay with. The divorce papers had been signed, and both sides were pressuring her on where to go and when. Soon enough it became clear to Clementine that her parents didn't truly love her. They only saw her as an object for their own personal gain, and none of them wanted to share. A slab of meat on the table was all she really was.
Because of this turmoil in her life, she began to skip out during classes. She began to try things and rebel. She wanted a new taste of life, not this picture perfect little girl she was forced into being. Every day was repetitive, go to school, get good grades, be praised by the teachers and hated by the students, etc. Nothing was new. She yearned for something else, a challenge, perhaps- something out of her league. Anything and everything that would be the equivalent of holding up a big "Fuck You" sign to her parents. Needless to say, Clementine ended up getting into drugs and alcohol as most rebellious teenagers do (it wasn't for long and nothing too out of proportion, just enough to make her feel like a juvenile delinquent).
She still went to school on occasion, and was intelligent enough to keep up with her classes despite being absent- but her grades were failing. She could've kept up those A's, if she really wanted to, but the thing was that she just didn't care anymore. None of it seemed to matter.
In her free time, her uncle would teach her all sorts of things about mechanics. Clem was a fast learner, and soon had it all stored into her memory banks. All throughout the four years of highschool, Clementine struggled to decide what she wanted to pursue. Step by step she crossed out everything her parents wanted her to be- which eliminated all of the expensive and successful jobs (surgeon, doctor, scientist, etc), and didn't leave her with much else to choose from.
Clem eventually graduated high school with...decent grades, but since middle school she never did speak with her parents. Every now and again they would try and call, but she would never reply or pick up the phone. She wanted nothing to do with them, however she did visit her uncle on occasion. Clem had decided she wanted to follow in his own footsteps, so she soon devoted her studies to the different forms of mechanics while in college. In the back of her mind she still had this nagging feeling that how she was living her life now wasn't quite what she wanted, but what,exactly, was it that she wanted?
Three or so years later of studying in college, having her fair dose of alcohol, and picking up working out in the gym, something strange started to happen in the little town she was in. News headlines everywhere were popping up with preposterous sightings of "dead people walking", and such and such. Clementine dismissed it all as some sort of supernatural bs, and kept with her studies, until reports were showing on TV of people going missing, then returning in strange conditions, and actual cops investigating the scene. This news made her a bit edgy, and as the days went by the situation steadily got worse until Clementine woke up one day to find her roommate dead, and the school janitor feasting on the flesh. Not appreciating her rude wake up call, she quickly beat the appeared animated corpse over the head with whatever was in reach, and evacuated the school grounds as quickly as possible. Using her car to drive back to her Uncle's place, she came home to find the house in shambles. Broken glass everywhere, and blood from something she'd rather not acknowledge. Taking whatever she could that was within reach she hopped on one of her uncle's motorbikes and took off.
About to leave town, she decided to make a quick detour to her father's house. Alive or not, she wanted his money so she could make it out of that town alive and go elsewhere. Breaking into the house and then later taking what little her father had of guns, she scavenged the house for anything she could find useful. Heading back outside towards her bike, she stumbled across something she'll probably never forget for the rest of her life. Outside, a few yards away, her father was being mauled by what appeared to be more of the animated corpses. Being eaten alive he cried out for her as Clementine watched with pale facial features and horror in her steady gaze. Reacting on a mixture of fear, instinct, and logic, the young woman gritted her teeth and pointed the barrel towards her father. His body was already torn to shreds, no medical procedures would be able to help him, and even so there was no way she could get those creatures off of him; not in her current state. Holding his gaze steadily as her heart pounded she pulled the trigger, and the screaming ended.
Clementine left that place as quickly as possible. Any person in her right mind would've been afraid, but when she finally got the guts to come back she found her town in shambles, covered in police tape and cut off from the public. Demanding to know what happened from the police, they didn't have much to inform her. They were about as dumbstruck as she was. Mass genocide, some called it. But Clementine was there, she knew there was something more behind it. Everyone she talked to treated her like she was insane, or mentally unstable, until the woman was finally ready to snap.
A few good weeks of researching the lore behind animated corpses grudgingly, a few good weeks of mapping out areas where other similar incidents had occurred, and a few good weeks of tracking down people who actually knew what she was talking about, Clementine walked into the Crossing, and a few hours later walked out as something different. Something dumbstruck, something...shocked.
It was a good long while before she managed to get some peace of mind after that, and another good long while before she finally discovered what it was she meant to do. She went back to The Crossing, only this time, she came out a hunter.
Likes: +Books and knowledge. +Sweets, candies, chocolate. She only has these things occasionally so she can stay toned though. +Violence. +Intimidating people. +Being by herself. +Staying awake out of paranoia. +Logistics, fact, reality. +Silence.
Dislikes: -Loud noises. -Showing emotions (that's like showing weakness ew). -Being scared of things or feeling intimidated by anything at all. -Unexplainable things. -Being embarrassed, flustered, hesitant or unsure of herself. -Animals. -Obnoxious, whiny, bitchy individuals who need to get punched.
Extra: **A mod brought it to my attention that her clothes are a little bit questionable but I assure you that she's USUALLY fairly covered up, whether its an actual shirt or just a jacket. Those are her workout clothes, usually. Most of the time she wears a leather jacket over that but Clementine's one of those characters that doesn't mind whether she's showing no skin or lots of it.;; -Clementine's actually bisexual. Oops. -Has tattoo of a vine of thorns on her left arm, and a rose with more thorns and vines on her right hip. She got the tattoos when she was about 17. -She's a really flirtatious drunk. It's bad. -She doesn't eat or sleep enough sometimes, causing her to be unusually pissy. -Her hair's dyed, which is fairly obvious. She's naturally dark brown, but she repeatedly dyes it blonde because she prefers it that way. -She works out on a regular basis.
Rp Snippet: It's too damn cold, it's too damn dark, and she is sick of this bullshit. Swearing under her breath, the crouched 28 year old woman scowled through the thicket of some foliage and underbrush that she'd been using for cover. She'd been kneeling there for hours and her legs felt like led, only to find that after travelling for miles and paying a shit ton of money on gas, her journey wasn't even worth it. All that effort just to track down a nest of vampires that didn't even kill people, why'd she bother. Why'd she even put the effort into it. Sighing quietly and brushing some strands of blonde hair from her face she shuffled back, watching the nest carefully to ensure none of them heard her as she began her retreat. The way she saw it, they were no more than wild animals, and she a park warden. When animals are minding their own business, you leave 'em alone. When they decide to start tearing up campgrounds and eating people, then you're allowed to act. Then you care, or at least...for some. Clementine didn't really care either way, whether a few people died. As cold as that was to say, or..think, anyway, she honestly didn't care. Her job was to eliminate the enemy when the enemy decided to act. Whether it decided to act now, a day from now, or in a few years, it wasn't her problem right now. The only thing she had left to do as the park warden was leave one last part of her behind; one last part to ensure the wild animals behaved. Shifting carefully she pulled over the backpack from her shoulder and began to rummage through it. After a few seconds, the blonde woman fished out a small little camera and flipped open the lid from the back, placing some double A batteries inside. Checking to make sure the device would still work in the frigid air, she tinkered with it a little bit before pulling out some duct tape. She used a cloth of thick camo fabric cover up the beaming red light, then moved on to the next step. Being extremely careful to make little to no noise, she taped around the base of the camera, then wrapped it around the trunk of the tree closest to her at just the right angle, applying it with more duct tape. Okay, so it didn't meet 'professional' standards, but it worked for what she was trying to accomplish. Now the park warden had a camera up to watch the wild life, so if anything happened with the nest of vampires she'd be the first to know. Besides, she thought to herself with a smirk, if she went after them now it'd be like slaughtering a lamb, and what was the fun in that? She'd rather wait until they were blood thirsty wolves instead.
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