Height: 5’9” Eyes: Green Hair: Red, very vibrantly red Build: Thin, muscular, strong General: Her hair and her freckles are generally the first thing people notice about her. She’s pretty attractive, but doesn’t consider herself anything too special despite the provocative way she can act. She likes funny hats and tank tops, though sometimes she can get self-conscious and pile on the clothing, hiding as many of her scars as she can. It’s generally one extreme or another with her.
She still adores playing dress up and probably always well, especially if it involves princess things. Yes, she knows it’s immature. Yes, she’s perfectly aware that she’s old enough to know better. Does it matter? Fuck you, no.
She looks younger than she is, sometimes, and more innocent, and she can use it. She loves her freckles and doesn't care what people think about them -- they're evidence of her times in the sun.
She tends to smile a lot, but it’ll fade when her attention drifts or she remembers things she’d rather not remember. She’s a moody little beast, as she’ll tell you.She is bipolar, and she tends to be pretty up front about it. Some days she can’t pry herself out of bed, but some days she can’t go to sleep. But she’s actually been doing really well lately. Scent: were-wolf Scars/Marks/Tattoos: ~ a relatively recent addition, a ring around her throat that looks exactly like what it was – a collar.
~ There are scars on her right hand, thumb, forefinger, and middle finger, from loading silver bullets.
~ There’s a few other tattoos, or will be, at some point.
Marital Status: Mated Sexuality: Bisexual Children: None Parents: Lincoln Lawson and ___ Lawson Siblings: half-brother (or sister) Other family: Ty is her family now, too.
There’s other uncles floating around, and potentially kids from that as well.
Weaknesses: Were-wolf – silver, wolfsbane, and major physical traumas.
Personally – Doesn’t always know what to in a relationship, though she’s trying. She curses way too much – her favorite word is fuck. Girls with pretty lipstick and boys with nice hair. Her mood swings are also a little freaky. Animals of all sorts (seriously, she turns into a coo-y mess especially if they’re babies). Bad temper, some violent tendencies.
Skills: Artistic and creative – she draws and paints and is pretty damn good at tattoos when she has the time. She can make paper and make paint, too, with the right materials.
She’s a reasonably good mechanic. She learned from her old man and it’s something she enjoys doing.
Can pound a mean beat on the drums.
General school of hard knocks - Throws a mean right hook, knows how to kickbox (muay thai), and can competently use a gun and knife.
Personality:
She’ll tell you she’s a bit of a moody bitch at times. Often in your face, bold, and brassy, but occasionally backs off in odd situations. Sassy, mouthy, and curses like a sailor half the time, tries to take no bull shit from anyone, but secretly hates to be disliked. She mood swings randomly and probably should see a shrink about that, but it’s not like you can fucking find one of those anymore, right? She deals. The people around her deal.
Clem has a really good heart, underneath her interpersonal issues. She simply doesn’t always know how to show it. She’s never really been in love, so she doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions about Ty all the time. Just like she loves her dad, but she’s not always sure how to show it. She generally does it by giving people art work and cooking for them and doing stuff for them, or just showing up.
She can go wildly between brash and withdrawn. Some days getting out of bed is practically impossible, and some days she can’t go to sleep. She’ll go on big creative binges with the latter. Her temper is huge and firey, and she’d just as soon yell and shove as anything.
She likes both girls and boys, and used to be provocative with both. Acting overtly sexual is an intimidation tactic that sometimes backfires, because she has major issues with all that. Not everyone knows why, either. She’s toned this down a lot since she became mated with Ty, and she doesn’t really have much interest outside of him currently.
If she considers you family, she’ll have your back to hell and back again.
Likes - tattoos, drawing and painting, art in general, fighting, cars, motorcycles, red meat, the hunt, hanging out with her old man, alcohol, having fun, oranges and other fruit
Dislikes - stress, some of her coping methods, being compared to her mother, her moodiness, being trapped anywhere, screwing up, losing people, sweet tea
History: Clem always knew she was an oopsie baby, on some level. It wasn’t like her parents got along great, and her mama bitched enough at times about her daddy that she knew things were all peachy keen like some of the other kids she knew, even though she was quite small. Clem wasn’t stupid, after all. She was precocious. She knew how to read really early. She always ended up saying those things that made adults exclaim for some reason or another. Asked those impertinent questions that were somehow cute.
But life wasn’t bad, really. Sure, mama complained some, but her daddy really was awesome. She doesn’t have many firm memories of him, but she remembers the cookies and the stories. He made up the most fabulous stories and told them to her whenever she wanted. He always praised her drawings.
And then one day, quite abruptly when she was about five, Mama packed up a bunch of their things and left while her Daddy was at work. Said they’d had a fight and he told her to get out. Well, this confused Clem, of course, because Daddy loved her so much. He always said so. She hooked up very quickly with a shady sort of fellow and they lived in a very secluded compound for a year or two.
But her mother was restless and not content, and unknown to Clementine her daddy was looking for her. So after a couple of years with Carlos, she moved on. And a couple of years after that, on again, and so on. Keeping one step ahead of Linc, though Clementine didn’t know that at the time. Somewhere amid all the hopping about, her mother gave birth to another kid, her little half-brother (OR SISTER) was born.
Things were, on the whole, pretty decent for Clem. She was mostly happy, though every so often she’d plaintively ask for her daddy again. This always infuriated her mother, and it often precipitated her moving on, so sometimes Clem kept her mouth shut. She and her mama fought a fair amount, even when she was smile. Clem had a temper and didn’t mind trying to get her way frequently.
At one point when she was about twelve or so, her mother hooked up with the leader of a werewolf pack (well, there were more than wolves, but it was mostly wolves). It wasn’t a bad place, really, Clem sort of felt she almost fit in with the pack dynamic. Moving around so much made making friends and forming bonds with other people really hard for the youngster. But the pack took to her pretty well and she was reasonably happy. At least until one of the leader’s cousins came to stay with the pack. No one thought much of it until the weekend he was watching the kids, got completely wasted, and raped Clementine. She was about thirteen.
In some ways it completely fucked her up. In others, not as much. It wasn’t great in that the pack leader went after his cousin and the two fought. The cousin was killed, but so was the leader. However, the pack did not kick them out and in fact, rallied around Clem during this time. They gave her the support and most of the tools she needed to not utterly lose it. In fact, they kept her mother from leaving when she did want to pack them up and go – because it was that time, she’d been in one place too long. When, about a year after everything happened, Clem asked to become part of the pack (against her mother’s wishes), they agreed despite rarely ever agreeing to change someone so young. She knew her mind, though, and even though they knew she had mental issues – it was during this time she had started cutting, and that is hard to hide from weres – they thought it would help her.
They were right. Though it caused a major rift between her and her mother, Clementine became a werewolf and has yet to regret it. Things between her and her mother became very nasty though. Then one day, Clem came home from hunting with the pack, and her mother and her brother/sister were just… gone. Packed up and left.
Despite their problems, this did devastate Clem a bit. Especially since she loved her brother/sister. Though one of the fringe pack members had gone off with her, and so there was potentially some communication. But she did have the pack… and then something happened she might have dreamed about but never happened. Her father turned up, there at that settlement.
Her father. Lincoln Lawson. He’d found her. He was the reason they picked up and moved so frequently. Her mother was keeping out of his reach, for whatever crazy ass reason she had. Clem was furious, Clem was over the moon to see him again, Clem was all sorts of confused about how to act and feel and be.
And he took her back to where he’d been living. The pack would miss her but wished her well, and when they did come into contact again with her mother, they made sure to keep her in touch with her brother/sister. Things weren’t necessarily easy with Linc, they both had misconceptions on both sides, and she was a hard headed bitchy teenager with bipolar mood swings. But they got to know each other, and Clem calmed down a fair amount. Sure, they fought, Clem liked to fight, she was loud and mouthy. But it wasn’t the same quality as her fights with her mother. It might not be the easiest relationship, she might always have trouble figuring out how to show how she felt in a positive light, but she was pretty happy – except she wanted her brother/sister around too.
She’d kept in some kind of contact with him/her over the years, checking on him/her through the pack. But then about a year or so ago, all information ceased. The pack had no idea what had happened or where her mother and sibling went. Clemmie worried and worried and stressed and stressed until finally, against everyone’s advice – it really wasn’t safe outside of the settlement, and she had a good life here as far as such things went – she worked on cars, sometimes, and she’d learned how to tattoo from one of the real old guys there. She was really good.
But finally, she said she had to know, and finally she pestered Linc so much he agreed to accompany her to see if she could find him/her. They’d made a bit of progress, when somehow, they managed to be caught off guard by a band of slavers. She’d heard about the bastards, of course. They especially liked to capture women for those enclaves that wanted ‘breeding stock’ or some such rot. All she knew was it was a fucking pisspoor excuse to rape and impregnate women, and fuck if she hadn’t dealt with the former already and wasn’t prepared to deal with anything more. It had already fucked up her ability to form a decent relationship – between her swinging between provocative and somewhat promiscuous and freaking out over sex every now and again, having trouble expressing her more positive emotions to people, so in some regards she was like her old man … happy enough with alcohol and the occasional weekend of fun, and a sketch pad.
But they caught her and, she thought, killed her father – she didn’t think he was alive when they finally knocked her out and dragged her off. The thought of him dead, because of her, was particularly devastating. The bastards drugged her and before she knew what was happening, she was completely across the country with a collar that had just enough silver on it to hurt and keep her somewhat under control. She didn’t stop fighting, though. It wasn’t in her nature to give up, even though her heart hurt badly. They didn’t rape her, though, just hit her some when she fought. Bruises would heal, and they wanted to auction her off. Besides, she was too mean to mess with like that, someone might lose something important.
But during a stop at a camp ground – the final one, she was told, before the auction that was planned – she was being drug to the bathrooms by one of the guys by a lead on the collar, and she was fighting him the entire way, her face already bruised from the other day and him with claw marks across his face. Her eyes met with those of a guy’s with long, dark hair, and hers must have been pleading or something, one hand trying to keep the collar from choking her.
Though she never considered herself a damsel in distress, and in fact hated the thought, Ty came to her rescue. He yelled and rushed over, told them to “get the fuck away from his mate.” Well, it was plausible he’d been following them, and Clem played along completely.
And because the weres of the group who had taken her would know if they weren’t really mates and would have taken her back and probably him too, well… Clem found herself mated to a virtual stranger, something she’d rather be than with that group who likely would have had her dead or knocked up or something within a matter of months. She knew from the start that Ty was a good guy, but they both had their fair amount of issues and it wouldn’t be an easy road.
Clem told him about the settlement she’d been living in. Finding her brother/sister was a lost cause right now. She suggested they make their way back to the settlement, even though Linc was… gone. It had become home, and she had no where else to turn except perhaps to her original pack, and she’d rather go back to where Linc had been right now. It would take a while, considering how far they’d taken her, but after a while, Ty agreed. On the way, they started to get to really know each other, and though she felt guilty, for tying down someone who obviously didn’t want to be tied down, and grateful, that he had done what he’d done, she also started to feel more for him. Friendship, definitely. She liked him. He had a dark sarcastic sort of humor she enjoyed, he argued right back at her and called her on shit. He didn’t let her push him around. And it went from friendship to something far more complicated, at least for her. She has feelings. Deep intense feelings, probably, but she’s a bit afraid to look too close, especially since she doesn’t know if they’re reciprocated.
Unknown to her at the time, Linc survived and once again came hunting after her. They wouldn’t be too hard to track, after a certain point, though they were paranoid cautious about being around anyone who might try something with them in this dangerous world.
Storylines: Her mother Her brother/sister Her old packmates, anyone from the settlement