Clara Huang || Singapore

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Clara Huang Hui Xing / 皇辉星 They say that all geniuses are a little bit mad, but isn’t it all the more fun that way? Genius, hacker, a regular fish out of water; Clara is the British government’s weapon for cyber antebellum. Codenamed 'The Gamemaster' for the pride that she takes in her work, and that in the chess game of strategy and wit and digital battleship, she feels as if all is in her purview. As long as it is in the cyber world, Clara is the gamemaster.

CODE NAME: The Gamemaster

Female

19

Straight

Singaporean

Professional Hacker

Government

Physical

150 cm

40 kg

Black

Chartreuse Green

Very Fair

Petite, Slender

Personal

+ Intelligent: Is there a word for total screaming genius that sounds modest and a tiny bit sexy? Either way, intelligent does not really even scratch the surface for Clara. She would have to lose 40 IQ points to be classified as 'intelligent'. A certified genius, Clara's ability to think and see beyond the average human ability at such a rapid pace makes her a gift worth cherishing - and guarding at all costs. Clara is the sole key to all the top government secrets of the United Kingdom, and the only one who would be able to effortlessly assess all the hidden data of any nation. As a professional hacker, she safeguards the nation's classified information under layers of her own security systems, and is in charge of issuing cyber warfare if so required. Clara is a treasure, and she knows it. + Mature: Clara would beseech you not to take her as a child. Don't insult her intelligence by assuming she cannot understand 'the workings of adults'. She had never been treated as a child, not since day one, and so she was trained to see the world and live in it as an adult would. The government had only so much patience for a child after all. Why not simply make her into an adult to ease the trouble? It’s a trait that many often forget, much to Clara’s irritation and it will do you good not to belittle her maturity. So maybe once in a while, you should try listening to her; you'd be surprised what you can learn from this young girl. + Prideful: When you know that you're worth something, and especially when you're worth a lot, you can't help but being just a tad... smug. Growing up pampered and praised can do a lot to a young girl, especially one who was ripped from her homeland and tossed amongst strangers. She finds acceptance and glory in her gift, and thinks herself superior to all around her, only because that is indeed a fact. Clara finds no shame in her pride; everyone has it to a certain degree, and to have pride is to be in possession of something of worth, something no one else has. And if you have it, flaunt it. + Paradoxical: Now this may come as a utter contradiction, and it seems that Clara exists as a paradox all together, but despite how proud she is of herself, she is also very diplomatic and peaceable. True, she believes herself to be superior to rest and wouldn’t deny it out of fake modesty either, but Clara is not especially conceited about that fact. She neither mocks nor jeers at others for their lack thereof and is not particularly a snide person in nature. In fact, she wants to make friends, as any girls her age would. But this has proven quite a confusing bit of matter for others; shuffled so rapidly between dislike and enchantment for the little genius, one couldn’t be all that sure whether they truly loved her, or hated her. The nature of her personality seems scattered all over the place and sometimes you wonder what’s authentic and what’s fake, but Clara would assure you that every bit of her is as genuine as you are. After all, human beings are such complex creatures. Who could truly say that their personalities could be orderly sorted and filed? + Inventive: Clara is the unofficial researcher of the MI6 lab. She pops by ever so often, either for a quick chat or to mess around with the lovely toys. Technology is her forte, after all, so you can imagine her to be like a child upon Christmas morning whenever she comes by the lab, full of gadgets and equipments and whatnot. Clara often tinkers around with all the weapons in the laboratory; she is the reason why some prototypes began to work, and why some that were originally working, stopped. Whatever she can get her hands on, she would break it apart and put it back together. (Or at least, try to.) Everyone in the lab has learnt to keep things high on shelves and cupboards and out of reach for the petite girl. + Confident: They say that some are born great, some achieve greatness and others have greatness thrust upon them. Whoever you are, whichever you may be, you have to be confident that you are you. If anything, Clara has little patience for those who mope around in their flaws and failures. It is a rare thing, really, to see such self-assuredness in a girl as young as she, but when you are loved as much as you are hated, you learn to be secure in who you are. And that is exactly what Clara does. She knows that she is doing something significant in life when she has people who hate her. Sticks and stones may break her bones, but words shall never hurt her. + Passive Aggressive: Clara isn’t a fighter. In fact she has never held a gun in her life before. As mentioned before, she prefers the diplomatic route with as little argument as possible. (She doesn’t like being conflict all that much, honestly.) While she might not agree entirely to your plans, she is always one for compromise and peaceful interventions, being a true diplomat till both parties can come to a favourable stand. It would usually go something like this: She would tell you that whatever you’re saying, it’s wrong. But if you insist, they would talk it out. And you two discuss and debate till both are satisfied (or seemingly so) and when you try it out and realise that it doesn’t work at all, and you have to surrender and backtrack to Clara’s original plan. And you’re not certain, but you feel as if she’s going, “I told you so.” And that is Clara’s way of passive aggression. + Witty, Venomous Tongue: Others might try to shove a gun down your throat, but Clara is more inclined to pierce you with words like arrows. Venomous arrows, dripping with poison, containing acid and other icky stuff. With her brain as her greatest weapon and her words as her toughest shields, Clara can make grown men sob with a single conversation. It’s as if she can see through the armour you have erected around your heart and straight into your soul to poke and prod at the fragile little thing within at all the right places. Okay, that may be a touch of an exaggeration, but Clara does have the uncanny ability to hit right where it hurts. Rest assured, she neither does this often nor feeds off the misery of others. But everyone had a way of protecting themselves when threatened, when annoyed, and this was Clara’s. + Not Artistic: Even a genius like Albert Einstein had his weaknesses, and for Clara, that laid in the area of arts. Take her to the museum for a date, and assuredly I say to you, the most you would get out of her with regards to the art works is: “Pretty colours.” Albert Einstein she may be, Vincent van Gogh she is not. + No Sense of Frugality: Much like her own homeland, Clara strongly believes in one main principle when it comes to spending: the bigger, the better. It’s not as if she is particularly lacking in finances. In fact, she has a salary that would leave the world salivating. Clara has never want for anything, not even as a child, so growing up with the same mindset, she is used to living a luxurious life of much pampering. After all, the world is at your fingers with just a swipe of the platinum card. And if you’re buying something, why settle for anything less than the best? + Faithful: In the original sense of the word. It is queer, really, that Clara should be one of such tendencies. One would think that someone blessed with such high intellect should see beyond the possibilities of God and all these ‘intangible nonsense’. Her co-workers have proven to be cynical, hardened unbelievers as of far. Yet with every genius came a quirk that the world didn’t quite understand, and perhaps this was so with Clara. Her safety net, her anchor, her life line that came from a homeland condensed with faith – various and differing, but faith nevertheless. But as many would whisper behind her back when they think she isn’t listening, “She’s just a child. She’ll understand when she grows up.” But show her proof that her God doesn’t exist, before she’ll find you proof He does. + A Childish Sense of Justice: And by that, it does not mean she is immature. Rather, Clara looks upon good and evil simply as black and white. Given her mature appearances and tendency to act beyond her age, many forget that she, in many ways, is still a child. For Clara, there is no grey zone for where you stood in the world – either you are good or evil, black or white, with her or against her. She has yet to comprehend that not every good person is entirely sinless, and not every lawless is completely evil. Perhaps it is her way of coping, for accepting the deadly consequences that would befall upon others because of her. Or maybe it is the silly faith in others that Clara still retains in her, that it is just one step to change a lawless from black to white, without complications, without pain. Maybe this particular child-like hope is more meaningful than others actually realise. + Chaotic Good: When you are dealing with death and destruction on a daily basis, this tends to happen. As a child of the MI6, Clara grew up with the familiar sight of people breathing their last, the exposition of corruption and lawless finally being thrown and locked behind bars. She is also surrounded by people who cheer for those feats. It is something that’s contagious, that rubs off on you in time to come. As the young girl started to do her fair share of chaos, she began to enjoy it. What’s the point in being good without a little fun? There are laws and protocol that the government has to follow and that much was required of its followers as well. Personally, Clara prefers to see them as ‘guidelines’ and besides, it is always more fun to search for the loopholes in things. Find Clara now and she would likely say these words: “I’ve hacked into the enemy’s data and I also found his internet porn history. Would you like me to air it on the nine o’clock news?” In certain areas, Clara might still resemble a child, but in truth she is far from naïve and innocent and an embodiment of pure goodness. A child, you see, wouldn’t giggle at your misery.

Likes

Dislikes

+ Technology: This is self-explanatory. Clara is and forever will be an unabashed tech geek. Isn't it a fascinating and curious thing? How technology enabled the world to seem so much smaller, yet made one that much lonelier. Technology never fails, yet it is ever so ready to betray you. The human of a functioning gadget is like music to her ears, and it positively thrills Clara whenever the gizmos would purr out their secrets for her at her single touch. + Food: Sharing the same passion as all the citizens of her homeland, Clara doesn't simply like food - she loves food. But only good food – tasty food. None of that bland British nonsense, real food has spices and seasoning and it should be like heaven in your mouth. Clara was so insistent for real food – and by that she meant Asian cuisine – that they in fact had to hire a chef all the way from the heart of Asia to be her personal cook just to appease her childish tantrums. (It was worth it though.) + Friends: Clara doesn't have much friends, understandably. Being a hired hacker for the British government and plagued with unfavourable rumours does have the tendency of repelling others from you. But for all those who dare take a step closer, a step beyond what is expected strictly for business, Clara is all too eager to call you a friend. Because she has never really made a friend before – well, technically she did, but androids do get so dull after so long – Clara does not really know how to go about being a friend. It's not exactly something you could memorise off a book and the government didn’t include these in their lesson plans for her as well. Hence she shows her love for others in her own awkward way via extravagant gifts and trinkets, and would personally feel offended if you don’t accept it. + Sales: While the price tag is never of a concern to Clara, there is still one thing that she cannot resist: shopping sales. Those signs are modern pieces of art in her opinion. Even if she doesn’t exactly need what was currently on sale, she would still buy it. After all, you never know when they would come in handy, right? (In retrospect, Clara might be somewhat of a shopaholic.) + MI6 Agents: Clara didn’t want to be a professional hacker, in all honesty. She always wanted to be a field agent. When the MI6 agents came all those years ago in the order of the British government, they came like heroes that fell out of the sky – in Clara’s mind at least. Imagine what that does to a girl. Ever since then, she idolises them, longing to be amongst their ranks as well. She wanted the action, the adrenaline, the thrill of the chase and the lust for the hunt. Of course, there were all sorts of complications. Namely Clara is still underage, and whoever in the right mind would endanger their pet genius out on the field? She couldn’t even hold a gun right. Of course, the word ‘no’ seems to translate to ‘go ahead and try hacking into our system to bypass our direct orders’ in Clara’s dictionary. In fact, she had recently slipped her name into the latest batch of agent enlistment and if it was not for the last minute security check, Clara would have been made a MI6 spy right about now. + The Stars: You don’t get to see them much in Singapore. The lights are always turned on and in a city that never sleeps, the stars are all but drowned out in the sky. If you’re lucky, you might just see a few satellites adrift, and maybe pretend that they are burning stars a couple of light years away. London is no different. But out there in the country side, everything was so much more beautiful. Even van Gogh’s painting couldn’t match up to what’s true and what’s real. The stars keep her company at night when her insomnia kicks in and she can’t sleep. One day she will build a house out in the country side, with a glass roof to look up to heavens. She would never be lonely again then, not with a million stars accompanying her off to sleep. + Languages: Clara is very fluent in languages. Mastering a new tongue is seen as a challenge for her, and Clara is never one to back down from that particular invitation. Instilling in her the fluency in multiple languages was also part of the government’s training regime for Clara; you never know when you would need to decipher a computer code in a foreign tongue. Currently, Clara is a hyperpolygot; able to rather effortlessly switch between English, Chinese, Italian, Russian, French and Japanese. Her German and Irish aren’t quite there yet, but she’s improving. It would be more helpful if her German and Irish co-workers would talk to her though. + Riddles and Puzzles: They are ever so fun to decode. People prefer to watch telly and soap operas to starve off their boredom, but Clara finds that a waste of time, and a waste of a perfectly functioning brain. She is the Gamemaster, after all. Challenges thrill her and train her. They are what keep her at the top of her game, at her very best. Simply living life behind the television screen was to let your brain rot out from inactivity, and isn’t that a shame. In Clara’s world, hacking is basically to decode a series of riddles and puzzles, and the harder the challenge, the more Clara enjoys it. After all, true triumph only comes after a struggle and victory over a worthy challenger. And behind every victory, behind every code, is a secret. One that only the brilliant would ever know.

+ British Food: I kid you not – after her first bite of the local cuisine, Clara refused to eat anything else that was offered for the next three days. That was when the chef was brought in. + Imperfection: Clara is a perfectionist without any doubt. She expects a high level of excellence both from herself and from those around her. To Clara, it’s not about if you have tried your best, it’s about whether the results in the end is satisfactory. If your best still isn’t good enough, then Clara would suggest that you consider a change in jobs. She does not say that out of meanness, but an honest opinion that perhaps your talent to excel lies in another field. In a way, she is very harsh on others, but even more so on herself. Give her a project and you will never receive anything less than perfect. + Thunderstorms: Clara doesn’t like them. The sound rattles her and the flashes of lightning seem to warn of an oncoming danger. And practically, she is trapped at home whenever it starts to pour. (Which unfortunately, happens often in England.) Trapped, with no access to the internet for fear of a short circuit in the system. + The Cold: Why is London so cold? Clara swears that they could freeze hell over here. She misses the warmth and humidity of her own nation and the delights of tropical fruits that cannot be found all the way in the West. Clara’s only comfort is that she can keep warm and snug in her coats, and for shame, that it rarely snowed in central London. + Glasses: Clara hates wearing her glasses. She's myopic - unsurprisingly, since her job is staring at the computer screen all day - and she much rather wear contact lenses than her spectacles. However, due to the British climate, it can get quite irritating on her eyes to wear them constantly, so she has no choice but to bring around her spectacles, just in case. + Waiting: You only have twenty-four hours a day, and you’re wasting it by waiting? Clara is a horribly impatient lady, and she would be the first to admit it. “Ugh, why isn’t it downloading faster? I’m aging a decade over here.”, “Isn’t this a fast food restaurant? Then why are the queues moving so slowly?”, “Too. Slow.” etc. You can’t simply expect her to stand (or sit) there and just wait. There are better things to do, more things to see, and she could have done them all by now if the world simply moved faster. In her defense, Clara really does expect the world to advance at the same rapid pace of her brain and her stampede of thoughts. An impossible feat, though. + Losing: Like all Singaporeans, this is something hardwired into their culture and DNA; they absolutely hate losing out and losing to others. Clara would take extreme measures to make sure that she succeeds in whatever she does. An attitude called ‘being kiasu’ in local slang translates roughly to ‘going the extra mile to secure your success’, but it is, in truth, much deeper than that. The true spirit is ‘going the extra mile to secure your success at the expense and failure of others’. The thought of losing is abhorrent to her, and it is simply in her as a Singaporean to lust after wealth and prestige. She would detest losing out on opportunities and would fight tooth and nail with others for social status and fame. Yes, it is competitive and all together quite brutal, really, but as mentioned, Clara is a perfectionist – she will not settle for anything but the absolute best. + Her Height: Do not, I repeat, do not mock Clara’s height. Not unless you want your internet history and all your personal embarrassing childhood stories to be printed in the headlines newspaper the next morning. Yes, she is short. Not everyone is similarly blessed, alright? She doesn’t see you winning a Nobel Prize when you were thirteen and a half. MOST IMPORTANTLY + Being Belittled: Just… don’t. Don’t treat her like a brat, don’t regard her intelligence as anything sub-par. She understands and she knows; Clara is more mature and shrewd than you think she is. If there is one sure-fire way of pushing her over the edge, it would be underestimating her capabilities. There’s more to her than meets the eye, dear sir, and trust her on this that you would not like to step out of line with this.

Dreams

Fears

+ To Go Down in History: Clara does not want to be forgotten. Life was ever so fragile, after all, and you never know which breath might be your last. She wants to be someone of significance, to be remembered and respected even when her time has come and gone. But she was just a mere genius amongst many; who would remember the little Singaporean girl? + To Have A Happy Family: Clara did not come from a good home; true, they fed her and clothed her, but ultimately, they still sold her. For money, for pride, for the opportunity to boast about their daughter's achievements to their friends and families. She wants a happy home, a loving family, and she swears that she will never treat her children how she had been treated. + To Master Ten Languages: She's a hyperpolyglot and languages are her forte, her area of interest. Wouldn't it be fun to be able to converse in ten different languages?

+ The Dark: She is fine with the dark, really. It’s just that… complete darkness just has a way of unnerving her. You never really quite know what lay beyond or amidst the shadows, and the idea of ‘not knowing’ terrifies Clara. That’s why Clara has a little lantern night light in the corner of her room, just in case. + Creepy Crawlies: Clara hates bugs - loathes them, with the passion of a thousand suns, that somehow along the way, it evolved into a mixture of spurn and utter fear. Be it a caterpillar or a buttefly, it might be icky or even beautiful, but to Clara, all she wants to do with them is to give a high-five, with a flame thrower, at full ignition. + Boredom: Geniuses need to be entertained. This is quite a silly fear, and yes, Clara agrees, but she simply is afraid of boredom, of rotting out through life without purpose or direction, to end up a hollow shell of a person. Without challenges, without entertainment, would Clara still remain the beloved genius she is now? It is something quite hard to translate into words, but she is honestly scared of being bored, for fear it might maybe make her less of a brilliant person she is. Fears do not have to be logical or rational most of the times, it just has to be effective. + Abandonment: It’s not something that Clara likes to discuss and it is a very sensitive subject. Her parents were so quick to give her up and allow the British government to take guardianship over her, so who was to say no one else would? She would never really admit it out loud, but Clara wishes for someone to cherish her, just her, beyond her abilities and intellect, to accept her for who she is, even if she can no longer be of any benefit. Because everyone would outlive their worth, even geniuses. Would they still keep her when a day comes that they no longer need her? Would there be anyone left for Clara? But unfortunately, not even a genius can predict his own future.

Background

How did it come to this? It was not like Clara was particularly planning to be an expert in this line of profession, but life was very unpredictable sometimes. It began when Clara decided to try hacking into the main database of the United Kingdom. (BBC was airing then so it was a source for inspiration.) She succeeded. The database containing all of the United Kingdom’s classified secrets and knowledge was breached by a seven year old girl. Of course, alarms were raised and you could have imagine the frantic and panic of all the government officials when they thought they were being hijacked by an enemy, only to trace the source back a rusty old home computer all the way on the other side of the world. Needless to say, an express jet was sent almost instantly to apprehend the mastermind. The uncertainty on everyone’s faces when a little girl was escorted through the door was priceless to say the least. But as humiliating as it was for the British security system to crumble under the maneuvering of a mere child, it made them realise two things; they needed a much better and much more complicated security system, and that the girl was anything but a ‘mere child’. So they tested her, ran examinations and case studies through her till they had finally confirmed their suspicion; this girl was a classified genius. And now that they have discovered a diamond in the rough, they were unlikely to surrender it to anyone else. Clara’s parents handed her over easily enough – in fact, they couldn’t be more proud. Achievement and status is everything in Singapore, and how many could boast that their child achieve just that even before a decade of age? And then they trained her, in the cruelest way imaginable. They broke her, shatter everything that a young girl held desperately onto into irreplaceable pieces, so that they could take the shell of her and mould her into the perfect soldier, right at the defense line of cyber warfare. It wasn’t right, you know – to do that to anyone, much less to a child. But it worked, and she supposed they are the reason why she is how she is today. In time she progressed from a ‘she’ to an ‘it’, became less of a human being and more of just a human… thing. They broke her. But she was perfect. And it was all so beautiful and devastating because there she was, an impossible weapon that could be used for good. Or at least that was their excuse. They mended her as soon as they broke her, and shatter her once she was fixed. With praises and pampering, with orders and restriction, they fed her what to think and chose her opinions for her. For eight years, she was entirely cut off from the rest off the world. Unluckily for the government, they made one simple but disastrous miscalculation. The rebellious age. Puberty came and that was when the broken girl decided enough was enough. Don’t lock the ceilings, don’t clip her wings, Clara was out of the window – be it soaring or falling. She didn’t quite obey orders as stringently as she used to from then on; Clara was determined to pave her own path, even when she knew in truth that she was still a dog gagging on a tight leash. While her loyalty to her government still remains steadfast, but she decided that once in a while, being not all that good couldn’t hurt as well. Little trickery here and there, and blatant disobeying of orders as well, but as someone once taught her, why do good if you can’t do well? And all is well in a little mischief-making. Clara was just a child who was forced to grow up much too soon, with the weight of the world thrust upon her shoulders and crushing her catalyst. But now, she’s fine – just stuck somewhere between a child and an adult, and struggling hard out of the gap of her broken cocoon. So if you’re reading this, won’t you please – pretty please – help her?

Role-Play Sample

There are many times that Clara wishes for a restart button in the world, for the world. It was a thought that came often, an unsuppressed desire whenever the young genius scrolls through the daily news. Chaos – all around the world. Murders here, sicknesses there, wars from near and far; one would think that by 2021, humanity would have made a progressed in… well, humanity. Highly disappointed, one would be, for if anything, there was only a de-evolution on this earth. If Clara was God, she would have pushed the reset button a good deal of time ago – restart and refresh, it would have been so much easier. (And thanks heavens, this was why Clara was not God.) Closing the tab that relayed the successful annexation of a country out in the Middle East, Clara tried – and failed – to erase the death count from her mind. She had her photographic memory to thank for this – images of corpses lined and scattered along the streets and the sight of crying children huddling under the rubble and grime were now imprinted in her mind forever more. Wonderful. There was a shimmering anger brewing in Clara’s heart – all these could be solved if all the Lawlesses, all the bad people in the world were simply captured and reformed. Good and bad, black and white; it’s only one step for the other. Just one step, for the Lawlesses to come over and join her, them. Wasn’t it just that simple? Reaffirming her hope for a universal restart button – just in case anyone was listening – all intents on casually surfing the web or catching a few shows on her laptop was then destroyed by a timely interruption. A tiny notification box rose from the bottom of Clara’s screen with a tiny beep and caused a raised eyebrow at that. There was only one reason why her personal laptop would ever beep – someone, somewhere out there, was trying to hack into her systems. Clara wasn’t entirely sure how or what to feel; outrage that someone dared to intrude on her privacy? Amusement at seeing one struggle with the intensity of her security systems? Admiration that – oh, the first layer was broken – there was quite a brilliant mind residing on the other side of the screen? Or maybe, curiosity for the identity of this brave, foolish stranger. It was, perhaps, a mix of all. Clara’s finger slid across the trackpad, pulling out a visual diagram of her security layers. The centre ball was the core, every information that had ever been recorded and stored on her device. Surrounding it were multiple rings, signifying the different levels one had to pass through first; the first was already cracked and the second ring was glowing with a warning. She paused, lips pursed in indecision. All she had to do was set up a firewall, redirect the route and the invader would be lost and unable to relocate her systems again, for at least another good five years. But… It has been so long since Clara had a challenger. Decision made, Clara typed in a few rapid command into the system, watching as the rings flickered and fall away. Security unlocked. She smiled as she watched him finally break into the core, and started up a command that set up locks and restriction – now he couldn’t leave. His systems was quite literally entangled with hers and trapped. Now two choices were laid before her; to tag or to track. In the estimated time available before he/she escapes, Clara could only either peg the intruder with a deadly virus (designed and created by yours truly) that would crash his whole system, or run a line to pin-point his exact location. Fingers hovering over the keyboard, her eyes flickered over the ongoing activity on her screen. Ah, decisions, decisions. Whatever shall she choose? Clara decided, she was feeling a little mean today. Codes flooded the screen as her fingers flew across the keys, summoning a dormant virus and attaching it to the enemy’s system. It was a virus that was almost unnoticeable and would only be activated upon command. The sides of her lips quirked in a somewhat devious smile as she adjusted the angle of her laptop screen. Stretching her form and popping out the tense joints, Clara proceeded to settle back in a comfortable curl, awaiting the drama that is about to unfold. It will still take some time for the virus to latch on completely and so till then, she had to find some way to distract her new found friend. “HELLO THERE.” She set up a temporary portal between their two systems, letting the words dissolved into codes and reassemble at the other side of the screen. “HAVE YOU COME TO PLAY?” “I HOPE YOU DON’T REGRET THIS.”

OOC Information

Missy

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[rs=3] GREETINGS FROM TOMORROW NEVER DIES YOUR PROFILE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.
What should I say? I mean, that history, that history. Holy crap, you always like making your character's history terribly sad, don't you? Ugh, my feels, god. Anyway, trying to stop a rant, I like your personality, very detailed showed the ups and downs of your character and holy god - first Singapore OC I've seen that I've liked. You have done a good job and I can't wait to kick Clara out of the lab. THE NAME IS HUANG, CLARA HUANG.

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