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yo, my name is (Claire Bennet) and i'm a (student). i was born on (August 8, 1991) so that makes me (18). i'm (5) foot (0) inches tall, with (blonde) hair, and (green) eyes. i'd have to say my best feature would be my (regenerating limbs), because (they're useful after pedicures gone wrong). i don't really like (being too short to reach the top shelf at the grocery store), but it doesn't matter. some people say i look like (Hayden Panettiere), but i can't really see it. basically, i'm a cool person and you should get to know me because i have the ability of (regeneration).
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"(("If you ask my Dad, he'll say that I've always been extraordinary. It's part fatherly pride, part truth. I guess I've always had my ability, whether it was active or not. I was eighteen months old when I survived a fire that my biological parents thought had killed me. I say 'biological' because my grandparents arranged for me to be adopted right after that.
I had a normal childhood. I thought my dad was a paper salesman, and my mom bred showdogs. I have a younger brother named Lyle who probably resents me for all of the drama that I've brought into our lives with my ability - and if he doesn't, he should. It took me almost sixteen years to realize that I could heal from anything. As soon as I figured it out, I started testing the things that I could do. My friend, Zach, got a lot of my 'attempts' on video.
Don't ask me what I was attempting to do. I wasn't suicidal, I just wanted to see if I could do something that would stick. I wanted to know what I could and couldn't recover from.
I can't heal if anything gets stuck in the back of my head. I found that out when I was at a bonfire, and the 'how' doesn't really matter. The point is, I'm not entirely invincible. My Achilles Heel is just...connected to my brain. It sounds weird because it is. There's not a whole lot of stuff in my life that isn't weird.
Sometimes I get caught up in having a normal life, but I'm glad to be who I am. I have been ever since the day I met Peter. He saved me from a serial killer named Sylar, and he wouldn't have survived it if not for our combined abilities. It sounds like a bad cartoon, but it's really a comic book.
Seriously.
Eventually I realized that my dad wasn't just a paper salesman, and things started getting more dangerous for all of us. I went looking for Peter when my dad tried to send me away, and found out that he was my uncle. Nathan Petrelli is my biological, and a senator in New York. He was running for Congress when we met, but he never got a chance to take the position. Peter had an ability that would have caused him to blow up most of New York City, if not for Nathan flying him up high enough to save everyone but himself. We thought Peter was dead, and Nathan spent months in the hospital recovering.
At the same time, I was trying to start over. I moved with my family to Costa Verde, California, and we changed our last name. Hiding was easier for them than it was for me, and eventually, the Company found us. I thought my dad died protecting me, but they used my blood to heal his injuries. It turns out that I can heal those kinds of injuries, but not illnesses. And hey, it's something that I can do for other people, so I like that there's at least one aspect of my ability that can benefit someone other than me.
While my dad was away, Sylar got into the house and attacked me. I thought I was going to die when he cut my head open, but he ended up copying my ability and putting the top back on. I wanted to get back at him for what he did to me, even though my biological mom, Meredith, told me flat out that it was a bad idea. I wouldn't have listened to her, but I ended up distracted by other problems. I found out that I was something called the "catalyst", which could work with a formula to give abilities to people who didn't have them. I wasn't the catalyst for long, though. Arthur Petrelli took it from me when I went back in time and tried to fix things with Hiro.
Peter saved the world, but I couldn't even save Meredith when she was in trouble. I thought I killed Sylar before Meredith blew up Primatech, but the glass I'd shoved into the back of his head melted, and he healed. By the time I found that out, I was busy trying to help the Petrellis fix the disaster that was Building 26. We stopped Sylar, and I finally got to take another shot at a normal life.
Now I'm in college, trying to find a place where I fit in. I'm not sure that this is the kind of life that I'm supposed to have, but I'm not going to give up on it yet. I've waited too long for this opportunity to throw it away over an invisible girl with a grudge.))"
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timeframe ;; (the future), (season 4)