Name: Clair “Left Feet” Blues
Age: 15
Personality: Sociable, Friendly, Optimistic, OCD Tendencies, Sensitive
Background (Rough Draft – Revision Incoming): Clair’s one of those people who had so much bad luck that they couldn’t help but laugh. On the way home from her seventh birthday celebration, a drunk driver collided with their vehicle instantly killing her father and crushing her little Clair’s right feet. Nothing could be done to save it and she was left one feet less the same day. Insurance covered her prosthesis but she would have it long. Two years after, the depth her father incurred from loan sharks forced her mother to sell everything, right feet and house included, just to pay it off. The friends of Ms. Blues were nice enough to accommodate them until they could get back on their feet but then the recession happened. There was no jobs to be had and they’re becoming free-loaders.
Her mother’s pride kicked in and instead of staying under the roof of friends, she decided it would be best for them to fend for themselves on the street. You must understand, Ms. Blues wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but Clair love her nonetheless. As if things couldn’t get worst, one year on the streets her genes started malfunctioning. Ms. Blues simply thought her daughter was dehydrated 24/7 but when she finally decided to have her daughter checked-up in a free clinic, it was apparent that she had diabetes type 2. The clinic tried to reason with Ms. Blues that Clair was way better in the system than on the streets but a mother’s pride is a mother’s pride. Ms. Blues took the first chance she saw to bust herself and Clair, who was guarded, out of the clinic. Of course, she took an insulin or two with her.
Ms. Blues did everything humanly possible for Clair to survive. From taking jobs no one will and selling her body, she was able to cover the medication requirements of her daughter with barely anything on the side for food. Clair did her part as well, begging, scavenging and take-out meals from soup kitchens for their daily nutrition. Fast forward a couple more years, a harsh winter struck the city. Both Clair and Ms. Blues contracted pneumonia. With no other avenues, they once again sought help from a free clinic. The clinic was willing enough to accommodate them for the night and provide medicine but Ms. Blues has learned to distrust such kind offers and simply took the medicine and left.
A mother’s love and sacrifice kept Clair alive. Ms. Blues didn’t took any of the medicine and gave it all to Clair but since the medicine is scarce and has to be rationed, the pneumonia was allowed to weaken Clair’s lungs. Her mother died on the same day her father did eight years ago, in Clair’s birthday. Clair, now 15, wondered the city for a couple weeks before finally coming across Open Roads. It was a miracle really that she survive the whole homelessness and maybe she isn’t all that unlucky or maybe she’s just an optimist despite all the bad luck.
I like the dynamics the relationship presents, rich kid who threw everything away and bad-ass chic who got little to begin with and among other things. I think it can bring a lot to table. A lot of avenues a player can explore :D
