Clara McFayden

### Daughters

Winnifred McFayden (goddaughter), Genevieve McFayden (goddaughter), Holly McFayden (goddaughter)

### Son

Lawrence McFayden

Clara McFayden is an elegant woman, with straight white hair that she usually has pinned up in a bun. She tends to seem taller than she really is with how thin she is and her tendency for high heels, and only stands at five-foot-five-inches tall. Her eyes are blue, there are defined wrinkles on her face, and her veins show through the skin of her hands. She likes to wear flowy dresses or skirts, but isn't opposed to wearing dress pants every now and then. She's almost always wearing earrings, and even though her husband is dead and gone, she still wears her wedding ring.

## Personality

Clara is a headstrong and dignified woman. Her posture is impeccable, she doesn't like to waste her time, and she cuts straight to the point. When she wants them to be, she can be sharp and cutting, and she isn't afraid of using a bit of public humiliation to her advantage. Among her children, her scolding is greatly feared, as anyone on the receiving end won't only be feeling her disappointment but will also most likely be laughed at. She isn't one to just lecture you for being wrong, after all — she's sarcastic and biting and will most certainly direct it at people she's annoyed with. She is confident and others are able to *tell* — she walks with her chin lifted, her shoulders back, and even the way that she walks screams of it. The Southern drawl she speaks with can seem a bit out of place, since looking at her you would assume that she's some sort of high-society woman with a Brytish accent or something similar to it, but instead she sounds closer to a Southern Belle. Not that that makes her any less of a composed and respectable figure, it just tends to catch others off guard. Another thing that tends to be surprising about her is just how competitve she is: she, herself, isn't a competitor (not *anymore*, at least, but she *was* a bit of an athlete in her youth), but any team or group of people that she throws her support behind is a group that she expects to do well and who she will push to do just that. Looking at her and how she acts, most would assume that she has no tolerance for any fooling around, which isn't the case. She does, of course, have her limits on what she's willing to deal with, but with her children being the way they are and her late husband the way he was she *has* to be accepting of at least *some* goofing off. She isn't one to mess around herself, of course, but instead she is likely to simply look the other way if she seems some soft of harmless mischief going on. And she might even be amused by it, too, if the mischief-makers in question are lucky. It's hard to surprise her or catch her off-guard — she isn't one that is *prepared* for anything and everything, but there is very little that can surprise her. At times, it can almost seem like she's seen it all already. The only time she ever gets ruffled is when her loved ones get hurt or are in danger. She is fiercely protective of and loyal to her loved ones, and she isn't afraid of getting into any sort of confrontation, *especially* if her loved ones are involved. Even then, she's perfectly willing to stick her neck out for those she's less fond of if she thinks that the situation calls for it.

## Dæmon

Nahaul. European Badger. Male.

Nahaul has a flat, round body, with short legs tipped with sharp claws. His fur is black and white, with black legs, white stripes on his head, and a shaded black-and-white pelt. His eyes are a beady black, his ears are rounded, and his muzzle and body are both long.

Nahaul, as opposed to Clara, is far from composed. His natural state is grumpy, even if the dæmons of Clara's children would claim that he's all bark and no bite. Which, to be fair, is true, but he'd rather die than admit it. He isn't one to snap and snarl, but he *is* one to grumble and complain.

## History

Clara McFayden was born Clara Trelegan in the country of Texas. She was the only child her parents had, and was born and raised on her family's ranch. When she was in her twenties, she met a man from Glasgow named James McFayden, who had opted to spend a few years traveling. He was playful and gruff and (if she was going to be honest) a bit of an idiot and trouble maker, but she fell for him anyways. She ended up traveling with him for the next year and moving back to Glasgow with him, settling down and getting married there. They waited quite a while before having any children, but they finally had a son they named Lawrence when she was thirty-six years old. When she was forty-five, her husband passed away from illness, leaving her devastated: but she still had a son to raise, and she wasn't going to let something as insignificant as *grief* stop her from raising him well. At fifty-two, her husband's brother and his wife were killed in a car crash, and as the godmother of their daughters she was the one left to take them in. So she found a job in the Republic of Heaven, found a larger place to live that would fit all of her newly-expanded family, and has been taking care of all of her children ever since.