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| Cassie Ventura as Leah Clearwater | |
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| Fullname | Leah Clearwater |
| Birthday | February 14, 1986 |
| Species | Werewolf |
| Age | 21 |
| Height | 5'6" |
| Weight | 120 |
| Eyes | Brown |
| Hair | Black |
| Parents | Harry and Sue Clearwater |
| Siblings | Seth Clearwater |
| Occupation | Convenience Store Clerk / Protector of Humanity |
Biography
Life on the reservation was supposed to be simpler than this. Private, peaceful, and happy.
Well, with werewolves running around, things tend to be pretty private. I guess one out of three isn’t so bad.
I was born on Valentine’s Day in 1986, the older of two children bound to the unfair circumstances that would eventually come crashing down on us. At least my brother, Seth, and I managed to have a happy childhood. Our parents, Harry and Sue Clearwater, were the best any kid could ask for. Mom worried too much, and dad was always pushing us to do more, become greater. But that’s like everyone else’s parents, right?
Seth and I have always been close, despite the continuous feud as to whether the older sibling should protect the younger sibling, or the brother should protect the sister. I remember one instance in particular when we were children. It was cold as hell, and I had climbed to the very top of a fir tree to gaze at the impossibly-clear night sky. Then here comes Seth, six years my junior, yelling at me to get down out of the tree before I hurt myself. I laughed at him, and told him it wasn’t his job to protect me. But within moments, he was on his way up the tree, coming to save his sister. When he reached me, though, our combined weight was too much for the top of the fir tree to bear, and a frozen-sapped limb snapped, sending us tumbling twenty feet to the ground. The pine branches broke a great deal of our fall, but Seth still ended up breaking his arm. I scooped him up and ran back home so our parents could take him to the hospital in Forks. We laugh about it now, although neither of us has budged an inch in terms of protecting one another.
My school years were outrageously uneventful—it almost makes me laugh, to think of it now. Maybe I was too young for trouble. Maybe I hadn’t gotten involved with the right people. Maybe destiny just hadn’t caught up with me yet. Whatever the reason, my freshman year of high school provided me with enough action to make up for years worth of torpidity.
I met Sam Uley for the first time in front of the convenience store at the res. I was fifteen, and it was insanely hot that summer. I sat out, sitting on a crate of bananas, finishing off a pink ice cream cone. A tall boy, darker and older than me, walked past on his way down the street, and spared a curious glance in my direction. I returned his inquisitive stare for a long while, almost haughty in my careless youth, but was quickly distracted by the feel of ice-cold liquid running down my arm. I jumped up, realizing my ice cream was melting off the cone and into my lap, and I heard the boy laugh out loud from the street. I laughed back, wet and sticky with strawberry ice cream. And then I was lost to Sam Uley.
Sam and I fell in love hard (Seth used to call us Romeo and Juliet, after which I’d always threaten to end his life with poison if he didn’t shut up). We’d known each other for less than six months, and I was only a sophomore in high school, but already we were talking about our future together. A house on the res, surrounded by both our families. Maybe kids someday. Within a year, I thought I’d learned everything there was to know about my Sam.
But I hadn’t learned everything. I couldn’t have learned what he didn’t know, either.
I don’t like to talk about the month that followed. Suffice it to say, Sam went missing for two weeks, and when he came back, he was… different. He’d shared all his secrets with me before, but refused to tell me about this new development in his life. I loved him enough, though, that I didn’t care. I stuck with him.
I was an idiot.
An idiot for sticking with him. An idiot for introducing him to my cousin, Emily Young. An idiot for falling in love with Sam in the first place.
The rest is history. One by one, boys in my neighborhood were inducted into what I had assumed was a gang of some sort that Sam was heading, but I found out the truth soon enough. And it was a hard truth to learn—a truth that indirectly claimed the life of my father.
Most people who knew Harry think that his death was due to a heart attack, seeing as he was having cholesterol problems to begin with, but that’s only a small sliver of the truth. It was early one morning, and Seth and I were outside arguing about something having to do with some of the other boys on the res… I don’t remember exactly. I was yelling at him, and eventually our dad came out to try to play mediator. Words were exchanged, things escalated, and before I knew it, I was on Seth, rolling with him in the mud. But all of a sudden, the shiny raven hair I had had clutched in one hand wasn’t his, and then I realized that my hand wasn’t my hand anymore, either. My brother and I shifted for the first time. But before I could realize what had just transpired, I heard our mother cry out from the house, and I saw that my dad was incapacitated in the grass.
Seth and I both feel some measure of regret for our father’s passing. But my transformation wasn’t just the end of his life—sometimes, I feel like it was sort of the end of mine, too.
So that’s the story. Now I’m a part of the pack, loyal to an Alpha who couldn’t even be loyal to me, the girl who loves him.
Er, loved him.
Personality
Leah’s temper is the most notable thing about her personality. It’s not hard for people like Jacob or Seth to push her buttons, and she always retaliates with equally unkind words. Her sadness isn’t always so apparent, at least on the outside. Perhaps she covers up her sadness (about Sam, about being a werewolf, about her father’s death) with anger, masking it so that her intuitive pack mates can’t guess how miserable she really is.
In the end, she’s really just a girl with a broken heart that’s laid out bare for everyone (at least, all her pack members) to see. She’s heartbroken, embarrassed, and probably a little bit ashamed, and therefore uses her cruel temper as a means of distraction from her true feelings.
Relationships
| Name | Relationship | Description |
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| Harry Clearwater (deceased) | Father | Was a respected Quileute elder and loving father |
| Sue Clearwater | Mother | Quiet, nuturing, and kind Quileute woman |
| Seth Clearwater | Brother and packmate | The younger, more optimistic sibling |
| Sam Uley | Ex-boyfriend and Alpha | A tall Quileute, now engaged to Leah's cousin, Emily Young |
| Emily Young | Cousin | Once Leah's best friend, Emily is the human Sam imprinted on |
| Jacob Black | Packmate | Infuriating packmate, whom Leah secretly counts as a friend |
| Darian Morrus | Packmate | Packmate and jokester, who occasionally coaxes a smile out of Leah |
| Lorelei Meinkoth | Packmate | Packmate, and one of the only girls Leah can actually get along with |
| Marshall Starstalker | Packmate | Packmate, who seems pretty tight with Lorelei |
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Playlist
"This is the Sound" by the Exies
I've been building scars up
Putting flames out with my fingers
Tell me when my time's up
So my hope no longer lingers
Then say no more
Say no more
Say no more
'Cause this is the sound of hurt
Unrehearsed, and it's so loud
So, what are you waiting for?
You can't ignore the sound
of someone breaking down
Somehow I'm rendered speechless
I get nervous when you're leaving
So tell me, reassure me
There is something worth believing
"Closer" by Kings of Leon
Stranded in this spooky town
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
This floor is crackling cold
She took my heart, I think she took my soul
With the moon I run
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun…
Driven by the strangle of vein
Showing no mercy, I do it again
Open up your eye
You keep on crying, baby,
I'll bleed you dry
Skies, they blink at me
I see a storm bubbling up from the sea
And it's coming closer
You shimmy-shook my bones
Leaving me stranded, all alone on my own
Do you think of me?
Where am I now?
Baby, where do I sleep?
Feel so good, but I'm old
2000 years of chasing's taking its toll
And it's coming closer
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