HAZE, clara camerae

[camerae]

Character Name: Clara Camerae Haze
Nickname(s): Cammy or Clare
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Occupation: Cosmotologist
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 120
Height: 5'5
Appearance:

Green eyes take in the surrounding as plump lips create a pouty but welcoming vibe to them. By the looks of her smile she draws people in. Her long brown hair is typically teased though she does not go by a scene kid. She does, however, love big hair. The bigger the better. It fascinates her.

Either Holister or some other name brand clothe line rocks on her body as she typically wears very nice clothes. Due to work purposes she knows it is unprofessional to come to the salon in sweats. Instead she typically looks very business like or elegantly classy. Her make up outshines most due to being in the industry she works in. It is very well known, in her head, that in order to be successful you must dress the part.

Standing at a mere 5'5 she is short to the average being. Of course her frame is petite which makes it easier to accept her height. Weighing only one hundred twenty pounds she is very light weight. She is, however, toned looked due to how she holds her tools for doing hair. Another very notable trate is the way her hands are very gentle by touch. Last but not least a constant tremble can be found in her hands. She didn't have this until hair school but now it won't go away. Her work comes out brilliant because she can steady them for a cut or make up but typically there is always a little shake to them.

Personality:

Growing up in the family Clara grew up in she learned to be a loving individual. In fact she loves giving back and being nice. A book called Be Nice OR ELSE is constantly in her purse. It helps her to better the life she already has. Due to reading this book she has long since broken out of her quiet shell and loves to help empower people. It seems to give her a sober high just to know she helped another feel good about themselves.

A giver could be what she goes by. Although she isn't the typical barbie she holds such a confidence no one can tell different. Smiling is her hobby and she does so well not to mention she is a huger. People either love her or hate her but either way she doesn't take it personal. Clingy and emotional are her biggest downfall but she is working on them.

Clingy is such a broad term and to clear any confusion up she just loves to indulge in time spent with people. Of course her 'me time' is loved all the same. Intelligence can be spotted a mile away and she is not afraid to express a thing. Although she gets spoken over a lot she'll typically bite her tongue and wait to speak or not speak at all and turn to walk away if one does not listen and is to infatuated with misery. She is responsible and victimizing people can either build themselves up with her or get out of her space.

History:

Parents were of the loving sort. Waiting until an appropriate age they had miss Clara Camerae and since then have never regretted it. It has, however, been tough. At birth they knew their child to be different. She walked within months and was talking plus potty trained shortly after that. Her fascination had been drawn to diverse things and no matter how many times they tried to warn the baby of strangers she ran to any body just to ask how they were. Especially those who looked sad or down. For the rest of her child hood she would be asked how she could be so mature.

Her mother had come from a background that was not as healthy as the united states. An immigrant she was but of the legal kind. At a young age her father knew that if he sent his girl away she would not have to endure the painful government Venezuela had. Wanting his child to grow up in the comfort of freedom he sent her to live with her mother who had long since made a name in Miami as a successful broker. Up until she was a pre teen, however, she had grown accustomed to white gloves. Her best friends were the butlers and maids that took care of her as her father dealt serious business. Eventually while in the states she had met Clara's soon to be father. There had only ever been one guy before him that she believed to be in love with. Looking to be fixed she married the texan boy and off to Cali they went.

Creating a family both took off in successful careers. A dog and white picket fence lined the yard but it wasn't enough to keep the two's romance alive. So, they made Clara. One night and one mistake later they now had to face pregnancy and to think they wanted a divorce but a couple of days before hand. Damn the make up sex. Nine months later Clara came into the world and from that day forward everyone knew it would only be hell until she found a way around it. Fighting was constant and the lack of attention a solid factor. The parents were obsessed with who was right and who was wrong that they didn't note the girl who locked herself within her room, away from friends, and played under her bed just so she could get away from it all. Eventually Clara began to fend for herself.

It started with one cold as far as she recalled. Sneaking into the bathroom she grabbed the NyQuil and knowing it made people feel better she chugged it. Not understanding the extreme effect this had she was sent off into a horrible trip to which she slept threw thankfully. Waking it was groggy but her parents fighting had for once not kept her awake and she liked it. This was only ten. Of course the innocence remained as even something as simple and small as a bee would die and Clara would throw such a bee a funeral. She would cry and involve all the neighborhood kids who had to say a special word or two towards the bee. Believing in god things seemed so simple. On her twelfth birthday was when this became shaken.

They hadn't even said happy birthday. Too into their bull shit they ignored her until they found she was throwing a picnic by her self and talking to her stuffed animals. Watching in the door they heard the twelve year old cry, "I know I have to grow up and that means I have to get rid of you but I love you. You have all helped me so much. Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me." This was when they came up with the fact it was time to finally get the divorce. Obviously not even their daughter could handle it any more. Then worst things hit. Clara's mom found one picture that destroyed the family for a bit. Her husband had cheated on her with her best friend. Never having a conversation with either parents she had her first when her mother cried outside. Hugging her mother she asked what was wrong as her mother just cursed about her father. They both ripped pictures of her father that night.

As time has gone on the relation has been mended. Her mother took a leader ship class and became better and her father has somehow adapted to being a functioning alcoholic. What happened to Clara they still never expected and it took them all off kilter. Thirteen-Fourteen she began smoking weed and loved the sensation. Not wanting to numb out she just had loads of fun but then alcohol was met and she was blacking out in class of all places. The problem kept getting worst as Clara began doing coke in the bathroom and popping pills. It was all for fun and she swore grades would go out but her mother knew better and thus she was kicked out at fourteen only a few days before fifteen. Living with her best friend for years she didn't have to return home until she was arrested nine days after her sixteenth birthday. The state took this case in their hands and she was awarded to her father who had no clue as to how to handle her.

Eventually she dealt with juvenile school and got hooked right back into her nonsense. Doing worse drugs she just became worse and worse until her mother prayed every night in tears her daughter would live to see eighteen and her father locked his door as to make it a point he did not trust her. She was now smoking crystal meth in her closet and hiding from people again. Her memory had long since quiet on her and her far exceeded intelligence was to its end. She had quiet the co dependent relationship lusting in drugs but she remained a virgin threw it. Then he left. She was alone and a drop out with no job. Sulking in her misery she knew it had to change. This was it and from there she quiet cold turkey. Her friend told her they could rep rehab together and she went for it. Twenty seven days after her seventeen birthday she was in a 'program of recovery.' From there it got nothing but better. Rebuilding her broken self she graduated high school early and got her shit together. Enrolling in Paul Mitchell she finished school and now works for a salon. However, her dream is to do run way hair. We'll see where it goes.

Sample Rp:

Renata Nicole
Vincente Damiano
Brenden Taylor
Skylar Evans

Celeb:

Elsie Enchanted

Out Of Character:

It's Vegas...again...
lmao

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[( shannon )]

i love her already and seriously cannot wait to plot her and marky! the history was wonderful! i loved how deep she got into drugs and how she made her way out. i definitely want to see that she struggles with her old addiction still because drug addicts always have that sensation for the rest of their lives. i also hope there's a back story as to how she got away from the drugs and who encouraged her to stop. accepted darling! <3