<span style="font-style: italic">Growing up Clara watched the world around her it was filled with people who were beautiful but not always on the outside. And so she deemed she would always look the way she was or felt except if her father pleaded for her not to most of her outfits are tame enough. But she believes people should always show who they really are on the outside.</span><br/>Clara<br/>23<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww276/watersprit03/rp%20characters/l_3911c7d33da15d485296eada2bb279e7.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: red">Clara</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red"> Clara sat in a plush chair at the table at the side of her father her gaze soft and pleasing to the eye. She wore the usual garbs of royal as her father had begged her to not be flamboyant today of all days she promised to wear the correct dress but she had fibbed a little. She wore a pair of red heeled boots that would blow away any other people except herself, she thought them unique and bold and thats how she felt today bold. Her father holds her gloved hand gently "I do hope you will behave today" he said nervously she gave him a warm smile "but of course father" she said gently she was going to prove that she was worthy of her title no matter what it took.</span></div>