“Creatures such as these stand on a borderline, one foot in the mundane and the other in the supernatural. An abomination to some and a miracle to others, dhampirs have yet to find a home in any of the two worlds they inhabit, cursed to feel like the other, regardless of who or what they’ve surrounded themselves with. This lot can code-switch as much as they’d like, but they’ll never fit in. Not entirely.”
basics
NAME: Clementine Aurelia Johnson
NICKNAME(S): Clem, Lem, Clemmet,
DOB: September 12th, 1996
STAR SIGN: Virgo
AGE: 26
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
GENDER: cis woman
PRONOUNS: she/her
HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada
SPECIES: Dhampir
OCCUPATION: Waitress at Pete’s Diner/Student
TRAITS: Kind, Affectionate, Loving, Nervous, High-strung, Emotional, Self-sufficient, Self-conscious,
appearance
HEIGHT: 5′5
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Blue
TATTOOS: None
PIERCINGS: Double lobes (both)
FASHION: Vintage vibes. Loves Denim with the cuffs rolled, converse, embroidering plants into both, dresses, pastels, long floral skirts, flowy outfits, ponytails tied up with ribbon
background
Clementine Devlin Johnson is, by all accounts, a freak of nature. Straddling the world between the living and the undead, she’s always thirsted for blood the way a Vampire might. But, unlike one, she is not affected by sunlight or given the promise of immortality. She will die at an average human age, fate willing. She is the product of a union between a Vampire and Human, a hybrid who is far from safe in either world.
Clem, admittedly, doesn’t know much about who she is. She knows who her Mother is after some extensive digging: Moira Devlin the, now, former Orator. Vampire. From Clementine’s research, that makes her an even bigger rarity as most Dhampirs’ are born of male vampires and female humans. But, all these revelations only leave Clementine with more question. The most important one being: Why? Why did her Mother feel the need to abandon her, and distance herself so greatly? Though, it seems that answers are few and far between with how her Mother set up her life in her stead.
She knows that, as a baby, Damian Harker was tasked with finding her a home. She was placed with the Johnson family, and Aware family whose son would soon become a rather impressive Hunter. And, to their credit, they treated her fine. She was well fed, clothed, and wanted for nothing. Growing up a cheerleader, pageant queen, and star student; everyone loved her. Everyone except Clementine.
Clementine knew that she was different, and knew that she didn’t quite fit with the Unaware world, no matter how hard she tried. None of the other cheerleaders thirsted for blood, for example. But, Clem did, no matter how hard she tried to repress it. There wasn’t much she could do about it, either. It was a primal need that needed to be met, so she took to animals. Small ones, usually, that she could trap with ease. Pigeons, the rare squirrel, even a bunny once, but that was in a moment of pure desperation. But, for all of the small animals she’s gone through, she prides herself on having never fed from a human.
When the questions became too much, she finally tried to seek out answers. Despite her family’s insistence to ignore them, she went searching. Damian Harker being one of her stops along the way. But, all that came from that was being called an ungrateful brat, and being told that if she wasn’t grateful for what Damian had done for her, then she could owe him for all those years of looking after her.
Clem now has that hanging over her head. It’s nothing like what she wants, but there’s little she can do to change her circumstances. A theme with her life, unfortunately.
As an adult, she’s made a point to get out of the Johnson household, her image of them tainted. But, she hasn’t cut them off completely. Either way, she’s made a point to make herself self-sufficient so that no one can accuse her of needing anyone anymore. If Damian has her in debt for it, she doesn’t want to run the risk for it anymore. She’s still searching for the place where she belongs, but it feels like the most impossible ask of all time. Hopefully, with time, she’ll find out how to manage the balancing act between her life as a Human and her new life as part of the Midnight Underground.
headcanons
Despite being the makeup of a popular girl in High School, Clementine never quite felt seen or loved. Mostly because she felt like she was constantly putting on an act, and if the people around her liked her for her act, why would they like her for who she was underneath it all?
Clem loves art. It’s a safe space and outlet for her. From painting to photography, she finds solace in putting the things she can’t discuss into artistic interpretations that no one can quite decipher right.
Rather than enter the political sphere, Clem wants to become a teacher, and teach English. The escapism of books has always called to her, and she feels like it’s the direction life is pulling her in. But, she feels a sense of obligation to become a part of the political sphere.
She spends a lot of time at Luna Books, using it to scope out books, and get lost without any sort of imminent risk.

















