Claire Dixon

[Claire Dixon]

CLAIRE, DIXON
PLAYED BY :BRITT ROBERTSON

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Claire Leanne Dixon
NICK NAMES: Claire Bear, CiCi, “Dixie Chick,” and “Big Effin' Mistake” (by her father)
PREFERRED NAME: Claire
AGE: 22 years young
GENDER: Female
OCCUPATION: Full time student/part time stablehand at a barn near campus
HOME REGION: Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Crossbow with 15 arrows and a small kitchen knife.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Her eyes are a stunning blue that have seen way too much in her days. On her right shoulder blade, she has a tattoo of an iris to symbolize hope and faith, and she has the words “Ne Jamais Abandonner”, which is French for “Never Give Up,” wrapped around her left ankle. She is petite, with most of her muscles in her legs since she goes running often. Her Southern drawl forces her to say “How y'all doin?” and “You look about as happy as a tick on a fat dog!” She has a few scars remaining from her days of living with her abusive father, the biggest being the jagged cut on her upper arm from where he cut her with a broken glass bottle and she had to get stitches. The only piercing on her body is her ears, as she doesn't feel the need to wear a lot of jewelry.

PERSONALITY: Claire is the type of girl that you'd hate to get on the bad side of. Claire isn't afraid to stare you down and kick some hardcore butt when needed. Her loyalty is unyielding and largely centered on her brother Daryl and dearest guy friends, and if anyone tries to hurt them physically or emotionally, she is on them like white on rice. Being a Southern girl, she is rough and tough but still knows how to act like a lady. Love and trust aren't an easy thing for her because she was abused by her father for most of her life, in more ways than one. However, since she has left for college, she has grown emotionally stronger and has learned to fight back and love who she is. Nightmares still plague her at times, but she has matured and has tried to forget what a monster her father was.

She dislikes being called either too girly or too much of a tomboy, because in all reality, she is a mixture of the two. She loves dressing up and getting pretty; however, she adores throwing a football around, installing an engine in a rusty car, or wrestling in the mud with her brothers. She used to love shopping for the latest and greatest trends with her friends and always enjoyed hanging around with a more male populous than female. Her idea of a weekend included four wheeling, watching her local football team on TV with a barbecued hamburger and fries, going out dancing with her friends, or even hunting with Daryl.

Ever since the apocalypse began, she has lost trust in most of the people around her. However, she still keeps most of her emotions inside when others are around, and she always plasters a fake smile on her face for the sake of everyone else. Claire is the type of person that would smile even though she is dying inside just to make the people she considers her friends happy; except, sometimes when she is in a bad mood or really tired, she can snap at someone if they are too close. After what her father had put her through, she does not like invasion of her personal space when it's unwanted, even with her closest of friends.

Claire’s a very hard worker, unable to help herself whenever she is needed and chipping in. After all, she hung around guys who always needed help in the shop, so she was raised with work. With one problem, though: if she does not like you, do not expect her to do a favor for you. She might be nice, but if she genuinely does not like someone or considers them a threat, she will not hesitate to turn them down. She is not confrontational with most people, but she has been in fights before at school and with a few girls who pissed her off. Claire can break a nose or two if she gets angry enough and is not afraid to protect herself or her friends. If she gets close enough to someone, as in falling in love or having a sister-like/brother-like friendship, she would even die to save them. As it stands now, though, she is not too trustful of everyone and keeps mostly to herself.

LIKES

• Music
  
• Sports cars and motorcycles
  
• Horses
  
• Working Out
  
• Reading
  

DISLIKES

• Rap music
  
• Walkers
  
• Men who don't treat women right
  
• The color pink
  
• Nightmares
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Claire Leanne Dixon was born to a druggie mother and an abusive alcoholic no one should've called father. They lived in the Georgia mountains, along with her two older brothers. Claire developed musical abilities early on in her life, but instead of nurturing her talent, her father laughed at her and said a Dixon would never get anywhere in life except to another couch with a beer in their hand. She knew she would prove him wrong, though. Music became her sanity, her reason for keeping control of her life, and she would never give it up for anything.

Her father was so deep in his Bud Light that he was practically swimming in it daily. He took out all of his rage on whoever was closest, whether it was one of her brothers or her. Then, one night, he took his abuse too far with her and raped her. Her brothers were on a hunting trip and her mother had already died from one of her addictions, so no one could hear her screams or cries of pain. No one else found out about it, either. He threatened her, made her feel worthless, and she felt too humiliated to tell her brothers what had happened. And her parents never gave a crap about her, seeing as how she was considered their “mistake child.”

Daryl finally walked in one day on her father trying to rape her again and proceeded to beat the crap out of him. He took his little sister to what they called “Dixon's Corner.” It was a gorgeous spot by the Oconee River, where he took care of her and made sure she was safe. She told him that it wasn't the first time it had happened, which seemed to both infuriate him and make him even more protective of her. They spent a few days at the Corner, laughing and being dumb with each other, and Daryl taught her how to hunt with a crossbow. He brought her back to her old self, the girl who smiled more often that not and felt like she could do anything in the world that she put her mind to. Her older brother made her feel loved and safe, and she considered him her best and closest friend in the world.

Claire knew she had to go back home to her father, but she didn't feel as scared anymore ever since Daryl made sure she was looked after. She graduated high school in the top 50 of her class and decided to get the hell out of that poisonous house, so she applied for college and was accepted into Georgia Southern University. She was upset to leave Daryl behind, but she knew it would be better for her to get out into the world and go for her dreams. She needed to get away from her father to become a musician and to prove to him and herself that she was not worthless. Daryl even helped her pay for her college tuition, and she promised him that she'd visit him and make sure all was well whenever she could.

A few years later, a year from graduation, Claire fell in love with the campus life. She was free from the abuse and alcohol and, for most nights, the nightmares have stopped. Her music is defining who she is, and she made some dear friends who were also in the creative arts. She finally found a place where she belonged, though she did truly miss her big brother Daryl. She had originally intended to surprise him and spend her mid-semester break with him at the Oconee River...but then the world they all knew ended, and a new hell on Earth began for her.


DURING APOCALYPSE: “Claire, run!” Her friend Daniel was yelling, but Claire could barely hear him above the screaming crowd around her. People were scattering in every direction, leaving Claire disoriented and looking around quickly to reunite with her group. Gunshots rang out in the crowd, and before Claire could take another step, she was being pushed backwards. The terrifying creatures known as “zombies” were coming up the street in a group, hungry for human flesh. And what was left of her college campus was trying to do everything they could to kill them.
She screamed for Daniel, but as much as she tried to fight the crowd to get to him, she couldn’t make it. She turned around to face a zombie and, with a scream of anger, stabbed it through the head with her knife. It seemed like the way back to her dorm was getting further away, and then she tripped over the curb of the sidewalk. With a cry, she fell backwards and hit her head hard on something. And then she was out.

When she was conscious and able to sit back up, the undead creatures were gone, and all she could hear was silence. Daniel was kneeling above her, and they were inside somewhere dark with only a candle for light. He pointed her over to the nearest window, and she peeked out through a peephole in the covering. Her green eyes darted around until they landed on a sight she never wanted to see. Scrambling backwards on her hands and knees, she half crawled and half ran over to where the other three people in the room were kneeling.

She thought she was hallucinating because of hitting her head, yet as she looked upon the lifeless bodies of friends and classmates in the street, she knew it was real. Immediately, a cry escaped her lips, and her friend gathered her up in his arms so she could sob as quietly as possible. She cried even harder, holding her stomach and feeling as though she would pass out. She couldn’t breathe, her vision blurred with nonstop tears, and the thoughts running through her head were of her family. What had happened to Daryl? Where was he? Was he safe? She needed to go find him. She prayed he was all right.

In an instant, everything had been ripped from them. Their homes, their happiness. The day of the major outbreak was something she’d never forget. It was as though a part of Claire died with it. And suddenly, in the midst of mourning and believing her family was lost to the outbreak, Claire grew tougher and her will to survive strengthened.


ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Claire wished to spend time with her horse, Jack, since it was a slow day and she had nothing else to do. She closed the barn door and glanced around until a familiar face caused her face to break into a smile. The gorgeous dapple grey head of her horse, Jack, poked out from a stall, and a whinny greeted her. Claire couldn't help but smile as she made her way over to the stallion that she adored so much.

"Hey, big boy," she crooned as she took his head in her hands and kissed his muzzle, his breath coming out in short puffs on her face. She smiled and stroked his neck, calming herself down just by hugging him like she was. Horses were amazing how they could just make any worries go away just by touching them. She looked at him as if to ask him if he wanted to go out running, and when he looked at her like she was dumb, she laughed. She patted him once before going to get her things.

She returned to the stall and used the different brushes to clean him up. He leaned into the brush strokes with pleasure, breathing a heavy sigh of relief while she worked out the knots in his mane. She glared at him after an especially hard knot, and he just blinked back innocently, forcing her to laugh once more. Jack always had the ability to keep her calm and make her feel ten times better than when she got there. Once she had finished grooming him, she placed the saddle blanket and saddle onto his back and tightened it so it wouldn't fall off during their ride. And she knew they'd be doing some swift riding today, along with some jumping as well.

After slipping the bridle onto Jack's head, she led him out of the stall and into the sunlight where she grabbed onto his mane and swung up effortlessly onto his awaiting back. Claire settled into the saddle and grabbed the reins up eagerly into her hands before squeezing his sides with her legs and feeling him immediately start moving. He picked up a fast trot and nickered softly, showing how happy he was to be out of that dang stall and in fresh air. Claire fell into rhythm with his stride and glanced around for the route to go today. She clucked her tongue and told Jack to speed it up, which he gladly obliged.

Then, he began to canter through a small stream of water, spraying Claire with mist. She laughed softly and held onto the reins as he kept moving quickly through the brush, since although it was a path, it wasn't kept up with. She was so happy with his movement that she didn't see the wolf until Jack had reared...and she had fallen off with a loud, "Oof!"

"Ow...Jack! You couldn't have let me know in advance?!" she chided as she stood up painfully and slowly, using him as leverage before turning her attention back to the animal in front of her. It was dark grey, and it looked pissed. It was growling low in its throat at her, and she cursed herself for being so far from town. It must've been a male, for it was larger and more handsome than other wolves she had seen. Jack shied and snorted, the whites of his eyes showing as he almost reared again. She remembered her gun on the saddle and glanced at it before looking back at the wolf. She didn’t want to make any sudden movements in case it attacked, but she didn’t want him hurting Jack or herself.

PLANS: Claire has just lost the last member of her intended group to walkers, so she is wandering by herself and is thinking her family has perished as well. I want her to reunite with Daryl and make sure she doesn't leave him again. I'm not going to plan for romance, especially at first since her focus will be on her brother and she has trust issues with most men romance-wise in the first place, but I won't rule it out. Perhaps in the future, there could be something...if everyone is still alive at that point. Right now, it's all about survival with her older brother.

ANYTHING ELSE?: Sweet site!

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Whit
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Intermediate to Advanced.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Is it bad that I don't remember? O.o
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central

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