A/N I don't own Phantom Of The Opea, or any of the actors in it. Clarisse is mine.
Clarisse Daae was a young and very shy girl. All she really knew was ballet, and violin. Her father, Gustave Daae, was famous for his playing. Her little sister, Christine, was a lot like her. The two were very shy, that was until the Changy's visited Sweden. There was a little boy named Raoul, who was Christine's age. They ended up having a childhood romance. Clarisse ended up alone, and very sad.
Things had always been that way between the two sisters. Christine always got great things and talents, while Clarisse was always left in the dust. Christine had Raoul, Clarisse had nothing. Christine had a great voice with amazing potential, and Clarisse was playing violin. Clarisse was better then Christine in a few things, and she was grateful for those few things. Violin, ballet, and... well that was really it.
When Gustave Daae died, both girls were crushed. Then at that time, they only had each other. When Madame Giry adopted them, Christine became best friends with Meg, and Clarisse was once again by herself. As Clarisse and Christine grew older, Christine became a loveable, joyful spirit. She had been visited by the angel of music countless times. He was her singing tutor. Clarisse became hollow inside, rotten to the core. She didn't speak much, and she only sang when needed to. Her dancing became weak, but her violin playing was amazing. She could sit for hours on end playing.
When Clarisse was a little girl she wasn't the prettiest, but she grew to be a natural beauty. A misunderstod beauty. Her hair was in soft black waves that reached past her shoulders. Her skin was as pale as the moon. There was only one way to describe her eyes, and it was cold. They were an icey blue, staring straight into them made you shudder. Her body was much like her sisters, petite, minus her chest. She had high cheek bones and full pink lips, and a small button nose. Her hands were calloused from hard work on the violin. Christine looked like their father, and Clarisse took after their mother.
Clarisse was jealous of Christine, that was for sure. Clarisse was bitter, not much bothered her anymore. While Christine would go light a candle for their father, she'd rant about there being no God. She'd specificall say, "If there was a God, then he would have let our father live."
Christine didn't know what to do about her sister. She wanted to save her, in a way. She wanted to save Clarisse, from herself. Only problem, Clarisse didn't want to be saved. She was content with the person she was.
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This is just the first chapter, a sort of prologue of who Clarisse is. The chapters will be longer, and eventful. MUCH longer.