Clio Devine

occupation: Adventure guide; The Middle Of, occasional bartender

story: If she could point out the very moment that she remembers first hearing his voice, Clio Devine would die still trying to find it. It seemed like it has always been there. Lurking somewhere in the deepest part of her well-attuned mind. Even when she was with him face to face and he wasn't saying anything, she could hear him. Telling her of who she was. Who he is. Who Saleh is. How they're different. What they can do. The second sight they share, and the heightened senses to otherworldly things. Her father always said he could never explain how they came to have these powers, but that they just were. He always told her in explicit detail all the wicked they could do with them too. Filling her head with his deranged out look on life, but she knew she had a choice. She could be like him, or she could be better.

She never asked to be born. Her mother's always made it clear that neither did she. With Daniel Lively's abuse, Amber Devine found herself carrying a burden that even now, twenty six years later she won't let her daughter, or Jo Rotheke forget. She tried, more than once especially after that bastard got locked away, to get what she deserved out of the Monster of Nowhere Islands mother. After all, wasn't it that bitches fault for raising the monster? Every attempt failed in her face, and she took it out on the young girl that had been the product of her rape. Someone was going to pay for it, that was for sure. Year after year, bottle after bottle, and deeper and deeper into her own self-disdain.

But Clio found out she was pretty damn good at escaping. Time and time again, she ran away from the cruel words and pinching fingers, and into the calm protection of the other under Amber's blame. With her grandmother, she found her voice. She didn't have to be the drunk whore's daughter, but she could be herself. Rebellious and stubborn, full of vim and vigor. Chalk full of the quirks that came with hearing things that no one else could, of shaking a hand and seeing an event that hadn't yet happened. She never liked being alone, and if she wasn't with her grandmother and the serenity of her half-sister, she was surrounded by friends.

A thing that remained the same even after she discreetly moved out of her mother's run down home and into the inn with Jo and Saleh ( Amber didn't even notice for three weeks ). Whether it was having a small cluster of girls over for a slumber party, or sneaking out to meet her friends in the secret places teenagers found. So much changed though, when Charlie Greenman started to look at her as more than just a friend, and she looked back. Theirs was a relationship built on fire. They were hot from each other from the get-go and just as hot when one of them got their back up about the other. But whether they were fucking or fighting, anyone who knew them knew that Charlie and Clio only saw each other in a room full of people. They were the classic rich kid falls for poor kid though, and while her mother thrilled at the idea of her daughter landing a big fish, Charlie's multi-millionaire parents did their best to break them permanently apart.

It took three years to get their way, but in the end they weren't what broke up the psychic and their budding wizard of a son. He was set on a dark path, and no matter how much she tried to steer him away from it, the darkness won. He left the island, and Clio. But she didn't let herself mourn. Not outwardly at least. What everyone saw instead, was a girl who was determined to shine no matter how her luster dulled. Throwing herself into the island's social scene, whether it was behind the bar at the Middle Of, or in front of the bar at the island's tourist hot spot, the Clearwater. Surrounded, always. While many of the locals found indifference or disliked the tourists, Clio loved them. They came and went. No commitments beyond a few days, and she found she liked that in her friendships and lovers.

Adventure constantly called to the femme, so it was no wonder she found a position among the guides that catered to the growing call for those who loved the out of doors. Whether it was by land, river, or sea, Clio knew the island like the back of her hand -- and with the added perception to her senses, she could easily steer her tours away from the places they didn't belong, or some sort of danger they might stumble upon.

face claim: Josephine Skriver

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