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Name - Cliomne Charnow II
Nicknames - Clio
Race - Fairy


RP sample: (taken from another RP because 'tis too early in the morning for my head to work straight; this is one one of my longer posts, I will be toning it down for this RP, but just to show what I can do...)

Midway through the Chocolate frog, her hunger didn’t relinquish the steel clamp around her stomach. It yearned more for the thick, rich wiles. Lillith, finding little time to breathe in her ravenous desperation, inhaled in quick, desperate gulps as she chewed most calmly. I have to get her something, she thought, observing and determining that a nice bequest would cure Victoria's blues. I must get her the most lavish present I can achieve. A Mona Lisa-esque upturn of her lips crossed her mouth fleetingly when she last peered up at Toria. Having finished her (in any other circumstance less-than-satisfactory) meal, Lillith daintily sucked her thumb and index finger for a prolonged moment. Lillith didn’t smile, she didn’t dare. As much as her eyes wanted to roll back into her head from the gratification of having food grace her tongue again, it would be wanting more. Humility was second nature. Other than the fact that there was a morsel of talent in her singing, humility was an innate, sacred art within herself. “Oh, but what is so terribly wrong with praise?” she inquired, ogling up at Victoria. “If you get no more or less than you deserve, it can soar within the heart and make a passion. A passion,” the world rolled off her tongue slowly and took its time in taking off through the air. “that can make you do wonderful things for the benefit of others. A famous philosopher once said that,” she remarked more to herself. Dutifully, she halted herself when Victoria ordered so. The docile child, with all her delicate but mussed French features, folded her hands in her lap, drying her perspiring palms on her dirty skirt. “If you please, I’ll take it as a kindness, madam!” she chirped, visibly ecstatic at the prospect of something other than the dress she had existed in since age 15. Probably Lilly’s constant gratefulness for it kept the seams from uttering one last groan and giving in. “Dressing up is fun! The few dolls that Sister Grace kept within our reach as long we were good boys and girls were always getting new costumes! But, bless, the boys never knew how to slip on a dress. It was fun to see them try! I almost got my own doll when I was eleven, but…I got my own room instead.” Her last words were considerably flatter than the boisterous exultation. In the duration of this recital, the chocolate had settled in her stomach and spread a little energy into the arms and legs that showed bluish veins from being so anorexic. Lillith rose to her feet, taking a few shaky steps. “But honestly, dressing me is unnecessary. I’d just like a broom closet to sleep in….and if at all possible to find such a thing in your heart, maybe a book. Any book at all.” She looked much like a baby blue bird, tucking her blonde cap of feathers behind her ear and smoothing the blue plumage that coated her body. Her bandy ankles nearly gave way once more. Lillith grinned triumphantly at her success, doing a small victory lap of skipping through the dew-soaked lawn. “I can stand again!” she gushed on, arching her arms over her head like a ballerina and twirled in all joy. “See, see! You did help me! You were kind! Won’t you please smile? It’s nothing more than I took from you.” Lillith skipped closer to Toria, her extended arm waving an imaginary ribbon of love and warmth that sought to cheerfully suffocate Victoria’s deep-seated hostility. But it was beyond her control. Victoria’s voice was the only thing that didn’t fully receive approval from Lilly’s brain. Words skulked out with a move of that wondrously chiseled jaw like sewer rats, cold and shivering. Even, dead. Lillith never thought of anything so morbid, but that was the best description of what she subconsciously judged the crusty vocal vibrations to be. “Well, Miss, if this is a Hogwarts, then you are the saint of it!” Hogwarts sounded awfully familiar. Where had she heard such a name before? It cued chills into her. Lillith knew, if nothing else, that this place in all its dark grandeur, could be a makeshift home. “You need a hug!” Lillith howled, forgetting every extremely enforced manner. She had traveled a fortnight and this was the first kind act to be received, whatever the concluding motive. She lunged at Victoria with a joyous giggle.