[justify]Clarity has dirty blonde hair naturally, but being from a wealthier family of District two, such luxuries as highlights can be afforded to her. She has large eyes of a sky blue shade that seem to rather eerily blink less than most people as she pierces people with her demeaning gaze.

She has pouty little lips that are almost always pursed in a snarky little grin. Coupled with her well-manicured, high arched eyebrows, Clarity’s usual facial expression gives off the vibe that she is constantly doling out judgment on those around her... which she is. Though she is a very beautiful girl, it’s hard for anyone to get past the cruel expressions that have not left her face since childhood.

She is often found in athletic wear, training alongside other Careers, but when she has the opportunity, Clarity loves to be adorned in ritzy jewelry and short dresses made out of fine materials[/justify].

[justify]Clarity is a career among careers. She’s far more heartless than most and vicious should definitely replace “Grace” as her middle name. Unless you have something to offer Clarity to further her life in some way, she won’t give you the time of day. Though she deems almost everyone beneath her, she likes to have followers and loves to be the center of attention. She may not respect you, but you sure better respect her. She’s the type of girl who will manipulate you for sport. Her favorite toys are fellow career boys, whom she has no problem seducing to get her way. Of course she wouldn’t go farther than being seductive, heaven help you if you dare actually touch this girl.

Clarity is spoiled and selfish and doesn’t let anyone stand in her way of getting what she wants. If you do happen to cross her path while she’s on a rampage, you’ve made her list for life, and no one holds a grudge quite like Clarity Grace. She doesn’t just get mad; she gets even.

The way she treats others, it may seem Clarity cares for no one but herself, but despite all of his hatred, the one man Clarity loves more than anything is her father. Everything she does is to impress him; it’s the reason she acts so tough and so cruel. To this day, thought she would never admit it to anyone other than herself, all she wants is his approval… no matter what it would take to get it.[/justify]

[justify]When a beautiful baby girl was born to Stacia Bryze, her husband Chase was nothing but disappointed. Having a brother as a victor who had just bore a son, he had been dreaming for years to have son of his own he could train and send to the arena to be the pride of District 2. Of course he was stuck with Clarity. Shortly after she was born, her mother was declared by a doctor to be no longer fit to bare children. That threw Chase over the edge, barely able to stand the sight of this little girl.

When Clarity was just a young girl, she could never understand why her father hated her so much. One of her earliest memories though was her getting hurt running around outside the house and skinning her knee. She cried and ran to her daddy. Chase had merely looked down and pushed the girl back to the ground yelling something about suck it up and not to let him catch her cry again. That was the day Clarity began her transformation to the heartless little thing she is now.

Though her father refused to train her himself and lost himself in alcohol and occasionally morphling when he could get his hands on any, her mother had set her up with another victor friend of hers. Occasionally her uncle Serge and aunt Pashmina would invite her to join in Julian’s training. That was until Midas came along though, whom she resents to this day for “taking Julian from her”. She’s just itching to get in the arena with that oaf to take care of that problem herself.

All in all, Clarity grew up to be a strong young woman, and a fierce competitor. Her cousin Julian’s competitive edge helped spark that in her too. If there’s anyone who brings out a slight bit of humanity in Clarity, it’s her cousin. However, he’s not much better than she is in the ruthless department. [/justify]

FC is Tara Holt