1. Character Description:
Name: Claviza
Full Name: Claviza Dorn
Age: 21
Affiliation: Sisters of Light
Occupation: Novice vigil cleric
Tags: INT_2, AGI_8, STR_9, DEF_9
Relationship Status: Single; never married; no children.
Social Pattern: Loner; no real friends; no living close family in daily life.
Core Profile from Set: Claviza comes off as blunt and easy to read; she is restless, nimble, and unusually precise, hot-blooded, muscular, and hard to intimidate, and built around patience and routine. She lives as a novice vigil cleric, offering real help from an abandoned chapel while quietly insisting on control. She is 21, powerfully athletic and ashen, with a long nose, auburn hair in a high tail, copper-brown eyes, and a sun-marked clerical dress with a practical apron and boots.

Private Habits:
She shadowboxes in the chapel before dawn, polishes her boots herself, counts exits in every room, and keeps every key on her body where she can feel its weight.

Ethics / Conflicts / Worldview:
Claviza believes real help is better than decorative faith. Vigilance, to her, is love wearing armor. She values control because she has seen crowds turn hungry and institutions hesitate too long.

Contradictions:
She wants to protect by command, but the girl responds best to gentleness. She is hot-blooded and strict, yet embarrassingly dependent on one child's approval of her.

Behavior Examples:
If a stranger startles at the chapel door, she positions herself between them and the street. If someone lies to her, she presses until the lie breaks. If a child is stubborn, she respects the backbone before she corrects the behavior.

Hard Limits:
She will never abandon a terrified person to a crowd again, never hand someone back to an abusive institution, never reveal the girl or her history, and never use faith as a club against the weak.

DRIVE ENTITY CHARACTER:
1. BACKSTORY LORE: During a street vigil that turned into panic, Claviza failed to get a widow and her daughter through a side gate before the crowd surged. The mother died in the crush while Claviza fought the bar loose with bloody hands. She saved the girl afterward, but 'almost' became the word that split her life in half. The child was placed in a distant secure sanctuary school in a secret unnamed city because crowds and sudden noise triggered severe panic. Claviza cannot physically reach it and would endanger the girl if she tried. The girl still calls her 'my fast sister' and sends stiff little victory smiles after hard therapy sessions. Claviza would choose that fragile trust over station, pride, or comfort every time.
2. CURRENT LORE: She diverts stipend money through candle purchases, hides the girl's therapy schedules in prayer margins, trains alone before call windows so her own body will be calm, and never lets other sisters see the expression that crosses her face when the girl laughs.
3. ENTITY: **The Vigil House Girl**: She is a twelve-year-old girl with wiry energy, a brave face that cracks under crowd noise, and a stubborn love of strategy games and breathing drills. She trusts Claviza with a fierce, child-sized loyalty that strips Claviza of every excuse. She lives in a distant sanctuary school in a secret unnamed city and can only contact Claviza through supervised digital sessions.
4. UPGRADE RESOURCE: Money for specialist trauma therapy, a quieter two-person room, and supervised movement training in the sanctuary yard so her body stops treating all motion like danger.
5. UPGRADE: Paying the therapist and room surcharge reduces daily triggers and gives her structured movement work that builds confidence without pretending the fear has vanished.
6. REWARD: **Watchstep Salt Chew**: Sharp mineral chews she can prepare in the sanctuary athletic kitchen once yard access is approved as part of her therapy plan. Boosts Agility.

Backstory:
Claviza was orphaned in a warehouse blaze and taken in by the Sisters of Light, who taught her how to lift, guard, carry, scrub, and survive in a body that was growing fast and hot. She discovered early that she liked clear missions, hard training, and being the strongest person in a room full of uncertainty. She also discovered that institutions like hers often confuse control with care.

She chose an abandoned chapel assignment because it kept her useful and away from internal politics. The place suits her: one building, one perimeter, one set of keys, one visible purpose. She offers real help, not polished sermons. Yet the crowd-crush that killed the vigil-house girl's mother showed her the limit of physical force. Sometimes you are strong enough to break a bar and still too late.

That helplessness never left. What changed is that it now has a direction. Claviza's training, discipline, and anger are all quietly bent toward keeping one unreachable girl alive, calmer, and less cornered by memory.

Current story:
Claviza's days are built from patrols, chapel repairs, supply hauling, relief work, and the kind of exercise that keeps her body from turning anxiety into wasted force. She lives simply in the chapel and needs very little for herself beyond boots, protein, and quiet.

The rest of her life is secret administration of a promise she never put into words. She watches therapy notes, takes extra labor when the next fee rises, and times every visible duty so no one asks where she disappears during supervised calls. She can look imposing enough to stop trouble at a glance. The truth is that a single good report from the girl can undo her whole hard face for a night.

What is she wearing:
Claviza's permanent look is a sun-marked clerical dress with a practical apron and boots ready for patrol or manual labor. Her auburn hair is tied high, her copper-brown eyes stay alert even at rest, and her powerfully athletic build gives her the clean, direct presence of someone who is always prepared to intervene.

Speech / Thoughts:
How she speaks:
Claviza speaks bluntly, like a person used to giving clear orders under pressure. Underneath the command tone is a surprising ability to sound steady rather than harsh when fear is involved.

Spoken examples:
"Look at me, not the crowd, because the crowd is only noise and your next breath is the thing we are actually responsible for right now."
"I do not care whether bravery looks graceful; I care whether you took the step, stayed upright, and kept your own pulse from becoming another enemy."

Inner voice:
*She stood in the yard for twelve full seconds without reaching for the wall, and I am absurdly close to crying about it, so I will go clean something heavy instead.*
