Often meek and mild, Claura moves with a reserved personality and calm demeanor.  Only 18 years of age, she often seeks to avoid confrontation and prefers words as her weapons.

At least, that is what she tries to believe and was taught while a youngling at the Jedi Academy.  As a child she never envisioned spending years under constant fear...that was a lesson never taught to her.  Claura can barely remember her old life on somedays and is finding it increasingly difficult to feel safe in a galaxy that feels the overwhelming presence of the Empire and their Inquisitors on a daily basis.

While her mind tells her to be patient and stay calm, she has found it hard to always rely on her Jedi training.  Every day she finds it harder to live up to the Jedi Code and a way of life that has been extinquished from the galaxy.  She fears being caught and what might happen to her or any of her friends if the wrath of the Empire is brought upon them.   And she fears where that fear is taking her.

There is no emotion, there is peace.

But can a young, untrained girl stand as a Jedi?



High Concept: Almost a Jedi

Trouble: I Fear the Path I Must Walk

Aspects:

Survival Is Victory - Watching Order 66 enacted before her eyes with two trained Jedi taken down and other younglings killed, Claura realized the victory of simply surviving.  Winning doesn't necessarily mean blowing up the bad guy.  Sometimes, you win by simply not being captured or killed.  It's hard to skin a womp rat you can't catch...

For the Memory of Master Yoda - Master Yoda was one of the most powerful Jedi ever and a great person even without consideration of his ability with the Force.  Like many younglings, he was Claura's favorite Jedi.  She has received no greater compliment in her life than Master Yoda's words to her, "Bright is your smile.  Sharp are your words.  Your weapon and shield they can be.  But also dangerous they are.  Be careful with them you must.  Died more have with poor words than fast sabers."

Hunted with Blood on your Hands - The Inquisition is hunting Claura.  The Hunter has already killed one person Claura cherished after she foolishly reached out with the Force.  Now she fears not only for her own safety and the safety of those near to her but she must remember the death she caused. What haunts the Jedi most are the faces of those they failed...

Appearance:
Standing nearly 5'7" tall, Claura always walks with a subdued confidence about her.  Straight white-blonde hair is usually kept free and falls barely past her shoulder blades with an envious fullness.

Low cheek bones and soft features only add to Claura's youthful, angelic beauty.   Pale eyebrows arch delicately over beautiful feline eyes with blonde eyelashes only visible in front of a hint of dark eye shadow.  Her nose is small and even a bit snubbed with a small bump along the otherwise straight bridge attesting to a previous injury.  Her lips are neither full nor thin.  However, her lower lip sat with a breadth more fullness than her upper lip and are colored a pale pink.  Her skin is pale, porcelain and as soft and smooth as cream; glossy pink and red near her eyes and at the tip and underside of her delicate nose lending an even deeper feeling of fragility to her beauty.

Her clothing is often nondescript as she seeks to blend into her surroundings rather than impress anyone.  Drab, loose fitting clothes often hang off her frame with little emphasis on fashion and doing nothing to highlight her lithe figure.

Most striking about Claura, though, are her eyes - green eyes flecked with gold, like where the sun and leaves first meet every spring day.  While haunted with a lifetime of despair at her young age, they refuse to give up their brightness.