Clarice Gailingen/History

* Overview
* Skills & Abilities
* **History**
* Changelog
* Image & Misc.

## Backstory

Writer intends to add backstory as RPs go on...

## Current Life

Clarice was born in Ryken, the Capital of the Protectorate of Ryke, on [Insert Date Here] to Adele Gailingen, a Tenured Librarian at the Imperial Logia Academy of Ryken, and Gunther Gailingen, a Junior Non-Commissioned Officer in the Ryken City Guard. Clarice has two elder siblings, Klaus Gailingen, a Personal Assistant to a Gnomish Importer of Luxury Goods, and Brigitte Gailingen, an Apprentice of a Dwarven Jeweler, and one younger sibling, Rolf Gailingen, a Recruit in the Ryken City Guard.

At the tender age of six, Clarice was enrolled in [The Imperial Academy for Gifted Youth]. Ever the intractable child, Clarice branded all of her instructors semi-literate busybodies and shirked whatever work they assigned. In lieu of immersing herself in her studies and securing her future, Clarice exploited her burgeoning eldritch powers and beguiling personality to establish a genuine Cult of Personality within [The Imperial Academy for Gifted Youth]. For ten long years, she presided over the school as the shadow leader of the student body. The head boy answered to her. Would-be bullies enforced her will. Weak-willed teachers rewarded her subordinates with high accolades. Clarice meticulously curated an inner circle - a score of deluded fools who thought themselves her friends though they were mere flagstones paving the path to her ascendance - with the aim of deposing every strong-willed school administrator and seizing control of the school.

The downfall of Clarice's plan was nowhere near as spectacular as she envisioned. Her undoing was heralded by neither a shocking diatribe nor a somber procession leading to a police carriage but a splitting headache that harried her on the eve of her sixteenth birthday. As the evening wore on, she settled into an embossed leather chair and absently gazed out of the window of her third-story bedroom into the gloom of a twilit domain. From lengthening shadows, the crisp evening air conjured vivid memories of a past life and a perplexing mandate from [god], and for the first time in over sixteen years (after briefly losing consciousness), Clarice dived headlong into epistemology. The words [god] had intoned reverberated through her soul. "Through mass loss of life, discovery, and culture, the inhabitants of the world can barely stave off moving backwards in their struggle for a better tomorrow. Your mission, should you accept it, is to save the world from its perpetual stasis." Deconstructing her fundamental beliefs regarding her place in the cosmos, Clarice concluded that [god] had entrusted the world to her. By Divine Right, she was destined rule.

And just like that, the shadow leader of [The Imperial Academy for Gifted Youth] metamorphosed into a wannabe regicide. Her plan to seize control of [The Imperial Academy for Gifted Youth] would never reach fruition, for she would never again set foot on the campus that cultivated her totalitarian bent. Within two days, Clarice skipped town. Within one month, Clarice left the country.

Four years later Clarice resurfaced...