CHAPLETON, Clair Elise

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CLAIR ELISE CHAPLETON

FULL NAME: Clair Elise Chapleton
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: Twenty-four
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Bi-sexually adventurous
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Exotic dancer

HAIR: Naturally brunette, cut to shoulder length, though she wears a series of wigs when she dances.
EYES: Blue-grey
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: N/A
TATTOOS: N/A
PIERCINGS: Earlobes x3, left cartilage x2, right tragus, right nostril, tongue, naval, and dermals in lower back dimples.
PLAY-BY: Olivia Wilde

LIKES: Tequila, Jaeger, whiskey sours, black coffee, dogs, drama, competition, designer clothes/jewelry, high heels, and bartending. 
DISLIKES: Being treated like a charity case, birds, hamsters/guinea pigs etc, camping, judgment, authority, bad tippers, creepy bosses, waitressing, and driving in the city.
FEARS: Intimacy/commitment (not sex), being out on open water, being paralyzed, and alcohol poisoning.
SECRETS: Most of Clair's past is murky up until three years ago. It's not much of a secret if she herself can't easily remember most of it. She doesn't hide much about her current life and is completely upfront about being a stripper.  
PERSONALITY: Chapleton has identity dissociation disorder. Her stage personas have integrated themselves into her daily life and all but erased the original aspiring-ballerina, high-level-gymnast Clair. The three characters are very different from each other and each have their own "looks" to boot.
The brunette (long hair, often wavy/loosely curled) - carefree, sultry, charming in a southern belle kind of way.

The blond (medium-long, straight, platinum-colored) - cautious, naive, playful, energetic.

The raven (medium-short, tousled) - impatient, domineering, often rude.

MOTHER: Cassandra Chapleton (nee Wilcott) - 54
FATHER: Jethroe Chapleton (54)
SIBLINGS: Cressida Kirchner (nee Chapleton) - 26 & Sebestian Chapleton - 22
OTHERS: N/A
PETS: Clair has a potted fern that she sometimes calls Murphy...
HOMETOWN: Columbia, MD USA
HISTORY: All of the Chapleton children had a rich, colorful upbringing. Their parents were fans of The Arts, particularly performance arts. At four years of age, Clair started ballet and was soon involved in theatre. Her summers were spent at drama camps and during the school year, she took extracurricular piano lessons and trained in gymnastics. If she wasn't naturally gifted in a certain area, her parents brought in expensive tutors and drove her to work harder to make up for the deficits. By the time she graduated, Clair was a highly skilled classical dancer and a level 10 gymnast, though she never excelled in acting the way Cressida did or sang and played musical instruments as well as Sebastian.  

At seventeen, she went to Chapman University and began working toward a dance major. During her Junior year, a one-night mistake jeopardized the dream. When she told her parents she was pregnant, they encouraged her to terminate, saying that it would enable her to return to her active lifestyle faster and she acquiesced. Sitting in the clinic waiting room, however, she had a change of heart and decided to carry to term and then put the baby up for adoption.

When the time came, Clair gave up her parental rights and resumed training. Everything appeared normal, but beneath the surface, she was struggling with post-natal depression and eventually her performance suffered for it, both academically and otherwise. Too ashamed to face her parents, she dropped out of school completely and moved across the country to New York. Alcohol comforted her and she was soon pulled into the world of stripping as a way to afford the cost of living in NYC. The money was a necessity, but the new lifestyle also distracted her from the pain and embarrassment of her mistakes and failures.

As some point along the way, the combination of emotional trauma and alcohol abuse paved the way for a mental disorder to consume her. She stopped using the name Clair and instead starting going by her stage names exclusively -- Emerald Ice, Crystal Rose, and Ruby Lovelace -- disregarding that they had a stripclub-ring to them.

YOUR ALIAS: Gail
RULE WORDS: New York never sleeps!
WHERE YOU FOUND US: The proboards support site.
SAMPLE:

Sand showered down the backs of Ezra's legs as he walked across the beach in flip flops. Over one shoulder, he'd slung his backpack which was light with only a few items within: a change of clothes, sunscreen, and a couple of water bottles. In his hands he carried a boogie board and a small, 9-quart Igloo. What remained of the icecubes rattled inside the cooler as he hiked over the dunes. The sun had just begun to dip toward the horizon and although his drive home would only take about an hour, he needed to be up at the crack of dawn the next morning. So he called it quits early.

Reaching his car, the young man loaded everything in the back and unzipped the backpack. He didn't need a shirt, but his trunks were still a bit damp. The way he parked the Chevy Tracker, he could open the driver's side door and have enough privacy to quickly change. After that he threw his trunks on the floor of the backseat and got in.

Less than ten minutes later, he found himself squinting against the setting sun bouncing off of the smooth, black asphalt. Even with sunglasses, his pupils were fully restricted and he still had trouble seeing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a blurred shape dart into the road. Left with only a split second to react, he slammed down on the brake pedal, but could only make the car slow without stopping in completely in time. The brief glimpse of color reminded him of a deer, but the heartbreaking yelp that accompanied the thud told him otherwise. His car squealed to a stop right after.

"Oh no," he breathed, feeling sick. He was a huge animal lower. The thought of what he might find nauseated him as he clawed out of his seatbelt and threw open the door. As he stepped around the front of the car, however, he was in for a surprise. Fur brushed against his shins. The dog hobbled past him, scared and clearly hurt. And trying to get away. "Woah there," Ezra tried to sooth, his own voice shaky and not at all soothed sounding. "C'mere boy, it's ok." Of course, Ezra didn't know the dog's sex or if everything would be alright. The only thing that was becoming quickly apparent was that he would need help catching the dog.

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