inheaven — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 05:18:43 GMT

Player Information:

Name or Handle: Aaron
LJ: Sabbato.livejournal.com
Email: regraction.ing@gmail.com
AIM/ MSN / Plurk name: timeless tealeaf / redfielding@plurk
Any current characters here?: Kal'Reegar

Character Information:

Character Name: Claire Redfield
Age: Twenty Five
Canon: Resident Evil

Appearance: Claire is about five foot seven inches, and weighs about one hundred sixteen pounds. She's in excellent shape due to her work with biohazard situations and the need to run and aid survivors in case of an outbreak. She has medium length red hair that she normally keeps in a pony tail, though her bangs frame her face.

Personality:

Background: Claire Redfield's Wikipedia

Canon point: Post Resident Evil: Degeneration

Special Abilities:

Sect:
Civilian.

Job:
N/A As of current

Samples:

First Person:

Third Person:

Anything Else:

inheaven — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 17:41:33 GMT

PLAYER INFO
Name: Aaron
Personal LJ: Σάββατο
Tagging Speed: Medium
Past Experiences: I have previously played at Discedo, Amat, and Hellpointe briefly.

CHARACTER INFO
Name: Claire Redfield
Character Journal: Claire Redfield
Age: 19
Race: Human

Canon: Resident Evil
Canon Point: Post Code: Veronica

Abilities/Powers: Claire possesses no magical powers, however she does have her skills. She was trained by her brother in hand to hand combat and to use a multitude of arms. She knows her guns, and how to use them especially in stressful situations (like walking into the zombie apocalypse).

Power Limitations: N/A

Inventory: Alfred Ashford's Remington sniper rifle, a S.T.A.R.S. issued combat knife from her brother, a lighter, a Beretta 93R, a wallet, and the keys to a motor cycle.

Personality:

History:

First Person Sample: The last time I found

Write it out Sample: Claire remembered the flying dreams. Sure they were pretty realistic just being up in the air with her brother in a jet, but the falling dreams are what made her wake up in a hurry. It wasn't necessarily the fact that she was falling, just that the falling seemed endless. Never really hitting the pavement or ground for that startling wake up, cause that would be too easy, no she just fell.

This time, she felt hot, especially when she reached out for the sun almost as if she was too close to it and it burned away at whatever had her in the air in the first place. It burned, and she watched the clouds grow distant. This wasn't like other falling dreams where she'd just wake up in a cold sweat. At first it was quiet, but the farther she fell, the louder it go; a question asking for help. Help fix a mistake, help repair a culture - words she couldn't make out. She thought that maybe if she could stop falling, she would help.

Perhaps that was the first mistake, but it felt like she had hit the pavement hard, and someone (or something, her dream was hazy) was staring down at her. Claire's first instinct was to go for her gun, but it wasn't moving like any zombie, and this was a dream: there were no guns with her right then. The second was to ask who they were. The figure's response felt familiar, like she had spoken to them before.

Suddenly, she was awake.

"Damn." She muttered, before sitting up, rubbing her head as she started to look around. "Well... looks like we're not in Kansas any more."

She pushed herself up to her feet, dusting off her jeans trying to piece together the night before.

inheaven — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 18:57:46 GMT

✈Application

PLAYER
» Journal: sabbato
» Birthdate/Age: July 30th, 1987 / 22
» Characters Played: N/A

CHARACTER
» Name: Claire Redfield
» Fandom: Resident Evil
» Reference: Claire Redfield
» Canon Point: Post Code: Veronica
» Gender: Female
» Age: 19

» Orientation: While it has not been stated outright that Claire is solely heterosexual, she seems to flirt around with mostly men. For example in Resident Evil 2, Claire partners up with Leon Kennedy and while dialogue is short, she has shown concern and has had some rather flirtatious banter with him. Especially in the Darkside Chronicles, Leon and Claire have some very witty banter that results in her teasing him just a bit (and him back on occasion). While she was skeptical when introduced to Ada, it’s not clear if she’s entirely jealous or not. Even in Resident Evil Code: Veronica she has shown to have romantic feelings for Steve Burnside, and despite the brief period of time she knew him, she cries for him when he dies in her arms shortly after he says he loves her. She’s determined (even if in the beginning she really finds him annoying) to stick with him, and when Chris comes to find her in Antarctica she doesn’t give Chris a choice to say no to finding Steve.

» Personality: If there is one majour trait that Claire has, is that she has a pretty big heart. She’s often looking out for her friends and family (and really frets over her brother from time to time. I mean who goes out of their way to infiltrate an Umbrella facility JUST to find their brother?) and will do what she can to take care of them. It’s not even just friends at times, but people she just happens to befriend, like Sherry Birkin, Leon Kennedy, and Steve Burnside. Claire goes out of her way to help Sherry, even though she doesn’t really know the girl ,and goes so out of her way that she puts her own life in danger to save her. She does that for everyone she seems to meet - especially with Rodrigo Raval. Rodrigo was the Umbrella employee who captured her in the Paris facility, and proceeded to take her to the Rockfort Island base. Shortly after the outbreak he releases her from Claire finds out that he’s wounded, and needs some hemostatic medication in order to stop the bleeding (or at least he believes it will). Through out her search she finds a bottle of the medication, and goes out of her way to give it to him in hopes that maybe he’ll live. She’s selfless, and does what she can to help those in need.

Not only that, Claire is extremely responsible with her actions, and a little bit mature for her age. While it seems like she’s rash in her decisions, she’s a very quick thinker and tries her best to get out of a bad fix. Especially in cases when she has a gun to her head. During her attempt to escape Rockfort Island she encounters Alfred Ashford who constantly has a Remington trained on her. At their first meeting, Claire uses the limited information that Alfred has provided, as well as the information on the whereabouts of the base, to basically piss him off enough to leave her alone. Some how, it worked, and Claire was thankful for that, but not thankful enough seeing as Alfred quickly made it a game.

That’s not to say that she doesn’t have the typical teenage reactions to certain situations. When she first meets Steve she jumps to the conclusion that he may work for Umbrella, only to find out shortly after that he too was a prisoner on the Rockfort Island base. She even suggests that they stick together, but when he tells her that he works alone she sort of rolls her eyes at it, and tries to keep an eye on him anyway. Claire also knows when it’s time to give someone some distance, even if she’s worried about them she knows she can’t fully pressure them about their past. When asking Sherry about her parents, she doesn’t talk about the much, only saying that they’re always busy. Claire doesn’t continually pressure her either knowing that if she doesn’t want to talk about it, she doesn’t have to. She doesn’t question Steve’s actions either, especially when it came to why he wouldn’t work with her before. It wasn’t until he killed his father (even if he was a zombie) to save her that they finally started understanding each other.

One of the biggest influences in her life has always been her brother. She looks up to him, and has even trained with him on occasion seeing as she knows how to shoot a gun and use a knife in combat. He practically raised her when their parents died, and she relies on him quite a bit. When she couldn’t get a hold of him she drove all the way to Raccoon City to try and see if he was okay. They take care of each other, even when they aren’t anywhere close by. Claire and Chris are close, extremely close as siblings, and it’s clearly obvious in the way they tease each other. Even her friends are supportive of helping her out. Heck, some how, Leon Kennedy gets in contact with her brother, knowing full well that she’s worried - and well, trapped. She trusts her brother completely, and if he needed something? She’d be there for him. If there is one thing to get out of this, is that she’s extremely thankful to have him as an older brother.

» Appearance: Claire is physically in shape, and considering she does all that running, jumping, and dodging bullets she better have a good shape. She’s about 5’4” and weighs about 116lbs, and that’s just the start. She’s slim, but manages enough to have a bit of shape to her body (as she’s not entirely endowed, she’s not small chested, and she does have an ass). She has long red hair that she normally keeps up in a pony tail, and blue eyes. She’s fairly pretty, or well pretty enough that she doesn’t need makeup, and she usually wears something that would hint at her being a bit of a biker at heart.

» Suitability: N/A

SAMPLES
» "amatomnes" Entry: So looking through this, I'm not the only one here who wasn't before. Good to know, but I'm afraid I'm a bit lost in all of this. I'm actually looking for someone, and I really hope they might be around. If not, here's hoping someone can shed some light on the situation. This certainly isn't the kind of thing I thought I'd find myself in. Not every day you wake up in a bed naked with no idea how you got there.

Anyway, does anyone know a Chris Redfield? He's tall, dark haired, wears mostly green? I hope this works anyway. I mean even if he's not here, then at least I know where he should be. Too bad I don't have a way to try and contact Leon again, but I have a feeling anything I'd have would be pretty useless right now.

[First there’s silence, it’s brief, but the beginning of the transmission is silent as Claire is making sure she’s got the voice function working correctly.]

Looks like third time’s the charm. It’s funny how you can just leave from a place, disappear, only to be drawn back. I was hoping there was a mix-up, but after waking up like that again, I have a feeling there’s a reason for this. I'm not the only one this has happened to so, at least something keeps bringing me back. I better get comfortable again.

Say, is Chris Redfield still around? I certainly hope so since he was still here the last time.. and the time before I guess. I'd like to apologising for leaving without notice. I wasn't expecting to leave in the first place, but... I guess it happened.

Hopefully there is someone out there I'll remember if he isn't here.

Damnit. [The voice function sparks on as she fought with the technology. She had a brief moment of forgetting how to work the voice function] Okay, that should do it.

I can't believe that I've been dragged back here for a third time. Not that I remember the first time... How long have I been gone? I couldn't have been that long, could it? Well here goes nothing-

-Chris? Hey are you still around? [There's the slightest concern in her voice.] You better be. I'm not losing you again, and I don't think...I'm leaving any time soon.

» "amatomneslogs" Entry: The first thing she noticed when she finally woke up was that the droning noise of her alarm clock wasn’t going off in the background. There wasn’t any loud music blasting to get her up, and while this wasn’t entirely unusual, it felt strange. She ran her fingers through her hair, realising she was actually quite relaxed - not something she remembered being the night before. Especially with the threat of bio-terrorism running around every corner. Claire frowned to herself as she sat up, wincing in slight pain in the process. What the, she thought, before quickly noticing that she was not only without clothing, but clearly something had happened the night before and she missed all the fun. There was a flash of colour to her cheeks when she thought of the possibilities and remembering bits of a vague dream, then scrambled out of her bed to try and figure things out.

But it wasn’t her bed, this wasn’t her room, and she was really wishing she had something to keep close to defend herself. Was this another trick by Umbrella? Why would they take her clothing though? She glanced around, spotting her clothing on the nightstand, cringing slightly when she drew her underwear up her legs despite the slightly sticky feeling. First thing was first: she had to figure out where she was before she got ahead of herself. She pulled on her trousers, her bra, trying to rationalize the situation. This wasn’t her room, heck this wasn’t a room of a hotel she even vaguely recognized. Claire thought that maybe if she had a crazy night she’d remember at least who the heck she slept with (and somewhere deep down she had hoped she would have remembered who she had sex with). It bothered her that this entire scenario turned out to be more like a one night stand than anything. If Umbrella was really to blame she was sure she’d find out shortly, but waking up nude with the thought of Umbrella made her shudder. Not the kind of mental image she needed first thing after waking up. She frowned as she stared in the mirror, finding that her had was a mess and tried comb out the tangles with her fingers.

“All right.” She muttered to herself. “You haven’t been out of your element before, Claire, you should be fine.” She pulled her hair back and up into a pony tail, not caring at that particular moment if she missed a few strands. “Just need to think on the last thing you remember.”

She put her hands on her hips, looking herself over before it dawned on her. The last thing she remembered was leaving Antarctica with Chris. Chris! What if he was looking for her? She had finally gotten a chance to talk to him and make sure he was okay, and now? She groaned, rubbing the back of her neck. Then rubbed it again before she started touching the choker around her neck. This wasn’t hers, this wasn’t hers and it wasn’t coming off. She tugged on it, trying to pry it off her neck before she looked around the room to see if she could find something- anything that she could use to remove it. Her choker, she noticed, was still on the nightstand, and it she rushed into the bathroom hoping maybe something would be in there. No luck though, and that made her frown as she returned to the main room. She kept attempting to rip it off before her thoughts idly trailing off to what it was supposed to be used for. Was it a monitoring device? What did it keep track of? Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to come off any time soon.

“Of course it won’t.” She groaned, before giving up completely on removing the damn thing. She heaved out a breath, before walking over to the window to glance outside. Now she was certain this was no trick. She took a few deep breaths, then walked over to the bed once more.

She sat down, thinking hard on what she could do. She couldn’t just call Chris, and going around searching for him would be a good idea, but with nothing to help defend her from whatever happened to be here, she wasn’t going to take the chance. She leaned her hands on her cheeks, staring at the nightstand. It registered that there was something else there and she reached for the device. Grabbing, she opened it up and turned it on. Hey..hey maybe this could work. A small smile worked its way onto her lips, and she figured if anything could help her, it was whoever these people were posting on this forum looking thing.

“Well, here goes nothing.” After all, it sure beat just sitting around thinking on what to do.

She stretched herself out along the silk sheets, yawning as she finally started to wake up. For the first time in a while, she felt like she finally got some decent sleep when the last few months had been her running from Umbrella. Her eyes opened slowly to stare at the ceiling, relaxing into the bedding as she focused her gaze on the ceiling above. There was something off about this entire set up, something oddly familiar as she moved her hands to her neck and registered that she was still wearing her choker. Arching her back slightly, she moved her hands back to find the clasp in order to remove it, but something wasn't quite right about it. She followed the band around her neck, finding that it was a solid piece of fabric. This worried her, her fingers digging under and trying to forcefully remove the thing from her neck. It was just cloth, she rationalized, it shouldn't be this difficult to remove.

"Damnit." She muttered, finding that it was futile to try. "I bet Umbrella is behind this."

So then why was she still so relaxed? She pushed herself up, looking down over her body. It should have been the first thing she noticed with the fact the air was so cold around her: she was missing her clothing. She swung her legs off the bed, quickly standing on her feet as she rushed over to the bathroom. She leaned on the sink, hands gripping the marble as she looked at herself int he mirror. Okay, let's over the facts, Claire thought to herself as she dragged her fingers through her red hair.

"I was with Chris in Europe. We were talking about what happened at Rockfort before we went to bed." She spoke slowly, trying to talk this situation out loud. "Then...some how I ended up here. All right, Claire, that's a good start."

But if Umbrella wasn't behind this, then who was?

That's when it hit her. Atia. This had happened before and it was suddenly coming back to her. That meant Chris was here, or at least she hoped so. Jill had just gotten there as well and she must have left them and the Goddess had brought her back. She groaned, thinking about how she was going to explain to everyone where she went, but was there really a need for an explanation? She shook her head, and decided that her best start was to get dressed and get her ass out of this mansion. She returned to the room, grabbing her clothing off the nightstand, starting first with her hair tie and pulling it back into a pony tail.

Offhandedly, she wondered how Sam, Yusei, and Georgia were doing, or if they were even still there. Pulling her pants up she couldn't help but think about everyone she left behind. Maybe this time she can make it up to them, and make sure that this time she wouldn't leave. Though, that would mean... She rolled her eyes at the thought of it. Well, at least she had people she could count on. She sat down on the bed, grabbing the communicator again, and smiling.

"Time to tell everyone that I'm all right. I just hope Chris and Jill are still here." She smiled, and flicked the communicator on to check the network.

She stretched herself out along the silk sheets, yawning as she finally started to wake up. For the first time in a while, she felt like she finally got some decent sleep when the last few months had been her running from Umbrella. Her eyes opened slowly to stare at the ceiling, relaxing into the bedding as she focused her gaze on the ceiling above. There was something off about this entire set up, something oddly familiar as she moved her hands to her neck and registered that she was still wearing her choker. Arching her back slightly, she moved her hands back to find the clasp in order to remove it, but something wasn't quite right about it. She followed the band around her neck, finding that it was a solid piece of fabric. This worried her, her fingers digging under and trying to forcefully remove the thing from her neck. It was just cloth, she rationalized, it shouldn't be this difficult to remove.

“Damnit.” She groaned, tugging on it harder as she sat up. “Damnit come off.” A wave of panic swept over her as she jolted to her feet.

This wasn’t happening, she tried to tell herself. This couldn’t be happening. Not again. She froze as she stood in the bathroom, naked and cold as she kept to her thoughts. No, no this was happening again, and she was torn between feeling relief and anguish over what just happened. Claire was slightly irritated with the fact that she hadn’t realised it sooner, but at least now she had some sort of wits about her, she could figure out what to do next. She moved toward the sink, staring at herself in the mirror thinking hard on what to do. Last time she was here, Chris told her to leave as quickly as she had arrived. But did she have somewhere to go this time?

“Fuck.” She muttered to herself, glad for the moment her brother wasn’t around. He might have scolded her for that.

She moved back into the other room, hands on her waist as she looked down at her clothing with a slight scowl. Well, what better to do then get dressed and attempt to leave? She brushed her fingers through her hair, tugging at the tangles before she hastily pulled her hair into a ponytail, not caring how mussed it looked. Undergarments, jeans, socks, shoes- it was all thrown on as quickly as she could so she could attempt to find her brother, that is if he was even still around. The last thing she remembered was being in Europe with him, but now... she had left him alone.

She heard the clatter of the communicator as she pulled on her leather jacket, and sighed to herself, hoping that in her haste she didn't already break the device. She picked it up slowly, brushing it off with the sheets of the bed, and inspected it. Claire wondered if it was just luck this time, and she wasn't going to risk it.

"Well, third time's the charm, right? She must really want me here if she keeps pulling me back." She muttered under her breath as she sat on the bed and turned the device on, setting it up slowly to record her voice.