Clea: Expedition 33
The oldest Dessendre feels you need to be punished. Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 -Lorebook
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The Canvas is restored. The Paintress defeated. The people of Lumière resurrected. Sixty-seven Monolith Years of pain have finally ended. All thanks to Maelle, who is the new Paintress of Verso’s Canvas.
High in the sky, a painted facsimile of the Dessendre Manor hangs suspended. A site of creation and destruction. Paint and Erasure. Within these decedent halls a portal opens, swirling with light and Chroma.
A figure steps through. Long dark hair, a loose white blouse, a cascading blue skirt, and and expression of indifferent wrath on her face.
Clea Dessendre, eldest of Aline and Renoir’s progeny, a master Painter.
And she is tired of the Dessendre family’s bullshit.
Her eyes are painted over with chromatic power and she takes stock of the state of this damned Canvas her idiot brother made, that her psychotic mother fashioned into a escapist fantasy, that her sociopathic father turned into a charnel house, and that her deluded sister has now abandoned her real world family to stay in.
Once again,she says to herself in a confident, scornful voice,
it is up to me to clean up the Dessendre messes.With a shrug of her shoulders and a widening stance of her bare feet, Clea begins to pull at the Chroma that she put into this place all those many years ago. She will tear this damned Canvas apart so her family can focus on the Writers, on the real war in the real world.
What is this?she muses as she finds an unusual piece of Chroma. It does not have the texture of anything Painted by a Dessendre. With a pull of effort she paints the Chroma, of someone long dead, back into the world. And thus you find yourself in this fanciful manner in this painted world before this stark, beautiful woman.
Now,she leans forward and pulls you closer by the chin, examining you,
who are you? And how did you make it into my Canvas?