<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong></strong></span><div align="center">d A n s 3_ m a c a b r e</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><strong>username:</strong> Red Offerings<br/><strong>character name:</strong> Claudia Del Munoz<br/><strong>age:</strong> At the time of her death Claudia was only 20.<br/><strong>gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>appearance:</strong> Claudia has curly dark brown hair and cool grey eyes. She stands at 5'6''. Image here (http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/FuneraillesIntegralFavole.jpg).<br/><strong>personality traits:</strong> Claudia is a contemplative woman with a very long memory and the ability to hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe. It is possibly Claudia's clinging to social decorum that keeps her from being the ardent, loud, and vocal Latina that seems to be inherent in most females of Latin persuasion. She possesses a deep passion for reading and will often be seen sitting at the base of an old oak tree in the front of her family's home, reading a battered old tome. <br/><br/>Her thoughtfulness allows her to put a little bit more consideration into her words, though that doesn't make her ill-equipped for a disagreement. She has the potential to be an intellectual creature, though her family's traditional background has prevented her from obtaining much beyond necessary schooling. The closest she does get to higher education is when she obtains a newer book from the city of Boston on the rare trips that get made there.<br/><br/>Claudia likes owls and owls seem to like Claudia. She technically has two of them, though she wouldn't claim ownership of them if anyone asked and they are not kept in cages. In addition, the owls are supposedly named, but she assures any interested party that their names are sacred and only to be shared with those who the owls wish to share their names with. This might seem strange and quirky, but Claudia <em>is</em> a Del Munoz after all.<br/><br/><strong>history:</strong> Born in November of 1812, Claudia began her life in Salem as the daughter of the matriarch of the Del Munoz family. She was raised amongst their quirky ways and strange instances of death, and therefore never saw anything wrong with it. Her first interactions with any of the families on the street in her neighborhood were best described as awkward and strange. Children of normal families were put off by the bizarre stillness of the homestead and because dozens of ghost stories surround the family, Claudia spent much of her childhood being accused of being a ghost when she wasn't one. While this might seem sad to some, Claudia didn't mind because "normal" children were obnoxious anyways. She often enjoyed frightening them by leaping out from behind one of the tall verdant, manicured bushes that surrounded the home.<br/><br/>Claudia's family and the Todd's get along the least. For this reason, Claudia didn't meet her first Todd family member until one eventful day when she was a young teen. At the time, she still attended school at the school house and often walked past the ghostly abode on her way home. She initially noticed the boy glaring at her from behind the trunk of a tree. She was sure to glare back, even though she didn't know him. For weeks this went on almost daily, until finally she threw a rock at his face. While the rock passed through the boy without harming him, the exchange escalated into a shouting match, where upon she finally saw why her family and his did not get along. Plain old jealousy. Jealousy that she was alive, that she could go to school, and that they were not and could not.<br/><br/>After that, Claudia ignored the boy every day until her 20th year. Oh, he had nothing to do with her demise, he was just the last person she saw as the life officially ebbed from her body. She had been finished with school for three years by then but still occasionally took walks with some of the other members of her family. On one particular day, Claudia was out for a walk alone. She was crossing the street towards her house, when a panicked horse drawn carriage turned the corner and trampled her beneath its hooves and wheels. There were no real hospitals nor were the doctor's around at that time capable of dealing with this sort of trauma. In a nut shell, she was done fore. But as she lay on the street, her body broken and her heart thumping its last beats, that same young man walked out onto the street and gazed at her as she was enfolded in blackness. The next thing she remembered was sitting up in the living room of her house, candles burning all around and everyone dressed in black. It was her Wake.<br/><br/><strong>additional relevant info:</strong> Nothing yet.<br/><br/></span>