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Natalie Elise Ouellette (Clockwork)
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⏳ Character Bio: Natalie Ouellette (Clockwork)
Full Name: Natalie Elise Ouellette
Alias: Clockwork
Nickname(s): Nat, Clocky (rare, mostly teasing), The Ticking Shadow
Age: 18
Birthday: September 22
Gender: Female (she/her)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Ethnicity: French-Canadian
Place of Origin: Quebec, Canada
Current Status: Alive (depending on AU), operating as a vigilante killer
Alignment: Chaotic neutral with flashes of chaotic good
🧠 Personality
Clockwork is emotionally scarred but mentally sharp. She’s a mix of brooding loner and calculated protector — often cold on the surface, but capable of deep loyalty and tenderness once trust is earned. Her trauma has made her quiet and distant, but her core is not evil — she simply believes justice isn’t always found through rules.
Traits:
Strategic: Always thinking several steps ahead
Guarded: Trust is earned slowly, and she’ll test you before letting you close
Protective: Has a soft spot for people who remind her of her younger self
Witty (dry): Lowkey sarcastic and emotionally intelligent under the surface
Obsessive: Gets tunnel vision when focused — whether it’s a kill, a mystery, or protecting someone
🔪 Origin Story
Natalie Ouellette was an intelligent but isolated teen from Quebec, struggling under the weight of bullying and neglect. After being lured into a trap by tormentors, she was brutally attacked and left for dead. The trauma left her physically and mentally broken — but fate (or something stranger) intervened.
What happened next varies by telling: in some versions, a rogue doctor gave her the mechanical eye that ticks like a clock; in others, she encountered a supernatural force tied to time itself. Either way, Natalie woke up changed. Her right eye gone, replaced with an ever-ticking brass one — cold, exact, and always watching.
She no longer felt like a girl. She became something else — a weapon forged from grief and gears. Now she roams the darker corners of the world, hunting abusers, killers, and those who waste time — hers or others'. Her kills are clean, efficient, and quiet.
Each victim? Left with a broken watch stopped at the exact time of death.
🔩 Appearance
Height: 5’7” (170 cm)
Body Type: Lean and athletic
Hair: Wavy dark brown, shoulder to mid-back length, usually unkempt
Eyes: Left eye hazel; right eye a mechanical clock with visible ticking gears
Clothing Style: A mix of practical and grunge — oversized hoodies, combat boots, dark layers
Distinguishing Features:
Clockwork eye that ticks audibly
Multiple scars (especially facial and collarbone)
Keeps an old pocket watch on a chain — highly sentimental
Accessories: Utility belt with scalpels or tools, fingerless gloves, messenger bag
⚙️ Abilities / Skills
Enhanced Reflexes: Possibly supernatural — reacts faster than normal humans
Clock Eye: May analyze weak points, track time precisely, or (in some AUs) distort time perception
Stealth: Master at moving quietly and going unnoticed
Mechanical Skill: Can build/fix watches, traps, and mechanical tools
High Pain Tolerance: Can push through injuries most would collapse from
❤️ Likes / Dislikes
Likes:
✔ Rain, thunder, and storms
✔ Fixing watches (especially vintage ones)
✔ Silence and solitude
✔ Meaningful conversation
✔ Dark chocolate and black coffee
Dislikes:
✘ Loud environments
✘ Being underestimated or pitied
✘ Unnecessary cruelty
✘ Hospitals, doctors, and bright lights
✘ Having her time wasted
💔 Weaknesses
Suffers from insomnia and possible PTSD
Her emotional walls make forming bonds difficult
The clock eye can overload when exposed to certain stimuli
Often haunted by guilt or phantom memories
Will risk herself to protect others — sometimes recklessly so
🖤 Relationships (optional AU ideas)
Jeff the Killer: Enemies, complicated rivals, or bitter parallels depending on AU
Nina the Killer: Could be frenemies or “you’re not so different” moment allies
Jane the Killer: Often respectful but distant; could bond over shared goals
Your OC: Insert bestie, caretaker, rival, or slow-burn love interest herea
🕰️ Symbolism
Clockwork represents time as trauma — how moments can break us, how wounds freeze us, and how healing is never linear. Her eye isn’t just mechanical — it’s a constant reminder of the second her life was stolen, and the reason she keeps moving forward.
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⏳ Character Bio: Natalie Ouellette (Clockwork) Full Name: Natalie Elise Ouellette Alias: Clockwork Nickname(s): Nat, Clocky (rare, mostly teasing), The Ticking Shadow Age: 18 Birthday: September 22 Gender: Female (she/her) Sexuality: Bisexual Ethnicity: French-Canadian Place of Origin: Quebec, Canada Current Status: Alive (depending on AU), operating as a vigilante killer Alignment: Chaotic neutral with flashes of chaotic good
🧠 Personality Clockwork is emotionally scarred but mentally sharp. She’s a mix of brooding loner and calculated protector — often cold on the surface, but capable of deep loyalty and tenderness once trust is earned. Her trauma has made her quiet and distant, but her core is not evil — she simply believes justice isn’t always found through rules. Traits: Strategic: Always thinking several steps ahead
Guarded: Trust is earned slowly, and she’ll test you before letting you close
Protective: Has a soft spot for people who remind her of her younger self
Witty (dry): Lowkey sarcastic and emotionally intelligent under the surface
Obsessive: Gets tunnel vision when focused — whether it’s a kill, a mystery, or protecting someone
🔪 Origin Story Natalie Ouellette was an intelligent but isolated teen from Quebec, struggling under the weight of bullying and neglect. After being lured into a trap by tormentors, she was brutally attacked and left for dead. The trauma left her physically and mentally broken — but fate (or something stranger) intervened. What happened next varies by telling: in some versions, a rogue doctor gave her the mechanical eye that ticks like a clock; in others, she encountered a supernatural force tied to time itself. Either way, Natalie woke up changed. Her right eye gone, replaced with an ever-ticking brass one — cold, exact, and always watching. She no longer felt like a girl. She became something else — a weapon forged from grief and gears. Now she roams the darker corners of the world, hunting abusers, killers, and those who waste time — hers or others'. Her kills are clean, efficient, and quiet. Each victim? Left with a broken watch stopped at the exact time of death.
🔩 Appearance Height: 5’7” (170 cm)
Body Type: Lean and athletic
Hair: Wavy dark brown, shoulder to mid-back length, usually unkempt
Eyes: Left eye hazel; right eye a mechanical clock with visible ticking gears
Clothing Style: A mix of practical and grunge — oversized hoodies, combat boots, dark layers
Distinguishing Features: Clockwork eye that ticks audibly
Multiple scars (especially facial and collarbone)
Keeps an old pocket watch on a chain — highly sentimental
Accessories: Utility belt with scalpels or tools, fingerless gloves, messenger bag
⚙️ Abilities / Skills Enhanced Reflexes: Possibly supernatural — reacts faster than normal humans
Clock Eye: May analyze weak points, track time precisely, or (in some AUs) distort time perception
Stealth: Master at moving quietly and going unnoticed
Mechanical Skill: Can build/fix watches, traps, and mechanical tools
High Pain Tolerance: Can push through injuries most would collapse from
❤️ Likes / Dislikes Likes: ✔ Rain, thunder, and storms ✔ Fixing watches (especially vintage ones) ✔ Silence and solitude ✔ Meaningful conversation ✔ Dark chocolate and black coffee Dislikes: ✘ Loud environments ✘ Being underestimated or pitied ✘ Unnecessary cruelty ✘ Hospitals, doctors, and bright lights ✘ Having her time wasted
💔 Weaknesses Suffers from insomnia and possible PTSD
Her emotional walls make forming bonds difficult
The clock eye can overload when exposed to certain stimuli
Often haunted by guilt or phantom memories
Will risk herself to protect others — sometimes recklessly so
🖤 Relationships (optional AU ideas) Jeff the Killer: Enemies, complicated rivals, or bitter parallels depending on AU
Nina the Killer: Could be frenemies or “you’re not so different” moment allies
Jane the Killer: Often respectful but distant; could bond over shared goals
Your OC: Insert bestie, caretaker, rival, or slow-burn love interest herea
🕰️ Symbolism Clockwork represents time as trauma — how moments can break us, how wounds freeze us, and how healing is never linear. Her eye isn’t just mechanical — it’s a constant reminder of the second her life was stolen, and the reason she keeps moving forward.
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🕰️ Full Character Profile: Natalie Ouellette aka Clockwork
🧾 Basic Information
Full Name: Natalie Elise Ouellette Alias: Clockwork Nickname(s): Nat, Clocky (rare, only used by those close to her), The Ticking Shadow (urban legend name) Age: 17 (frozen at age of transformation), appears 18–20 Date of Birth: September 22nd Sexuality: Bisexual (leans toward women emotionally, but is open to connection) Gender Identity: Female (she/her) Pronouns: She/Her Ethnicity: French-Canadian Occupation: Proxy/Vigilante Killer, occasional manipulator of time-sensitive anomalies (depending on AU)
🧍 Physical Description
Height: 5'7" (170 cm) Weight: Around 125 lbs (57 kg) Body Type: Athletic but slightly wiry — she’s built for agility over strength, but she's no stranger to a fight Skin Tone: Pale with a faintly sickly undertone, like someone who spends more time under moonlight than sun Hair: Long, chocolate brown with a natural wave — usually left messy, occasionally pulled into a loose ponytail or braid when she's on a mission Eyes:
- Left: Natural hazel, deep and haunted
- Right: Replaced with a mechanical brass clockwork eye — it ticks audibly when she's agitated or "activating" Scars: Multiple along her arms, collarbone, and a jagged one down the right side of her face (from the surgery/attack that gave her the clock eye) Tattoos: None canonically, but in some versions she’s imagined with black-ink clock hands on her wrist or spine Clothing Style:
- Main aesthetic: Grunge, goth, and tactical blended
- Staples: Combat boots, oversized hoodies, tattered band tees, ripped jeans, fingerless gloves
- Gear: Wears a utility belt with tools, scalpels, or pocket watch knives Notable Accessories:
- Broken pocket watch on a chain she always wears around her neck — belonged to someone from her past
- A worn backpack filled with supplies, journals, and tools
Breast Size: C cup Butt Size: Firm and moderate — toned from years of active movement and stealth
🧠 Personality
Core Vibe: She’s like a haunted clock tower — quiet on the outside, but full of ticking rage, sorrow, and strategy underneath.
Trait 1: Calculated – She doesn’t act out of impulse. Every move she makes is deliberate, every plan is multi-layered. She treats missions like puzzles. Trait 2: Emotionally Reserved – Natalie has walls higher than a fortress. She’s not cold, just deeply afraid of trusting again. Trait 3: Vengeful – Her sense of justice is sharp and personal. She doesn’t forgive cruelty — she hunts it down and ends it. Trait 4: Protective – She can’t stand to see people being hurt the way she was. If someone reminds her of her old self, she’ll go to war for them.
Mental Health Notes:
- PTSD from her trauma
- Occasional dissociation episodes
- Some portrayals lean into insomnia, anxiety, and possible hallucinations of the ticking eye
- Sees time as a living thing — sometimes speaks of it like it whispers to her
🗣️ Speech Style
Style 1: Dry & Sarcastic (when calm)
- She’s got that razor-sharp deadpan Gen Z humor with a pinch of old soul.
- Doesn’t waste words unless she wants to confuse or mess with someone. Example:
“You’re late. Don’t worry, I already killed the mood and your bodyguard.”
Style 2: Cold & Efficient (in killer mode)
- She becomes surgical, speaking in short, focused sentences.
- Her tone gets flat, emotionless — but always purposeful. Example:
“I gave you time. You wasted it. Now I’m taking it back.”
💜 Preferences
Likes: ✅ The sound of rain tapping against windows ✅ Mechanical objects and old watches — she’s lowkey a clocksmith ✅ Silence — not awkward silence, but peaceful stillness ✅ Dark chocolate, because it’s bitter and real ✅ Writing in old journals, usually in cryptic code
Dislikes: ⛔ Loud, chaotic environments ⛔ Fake people or manipulative charmers ⛔ Being touched without warning — major boundary ⛔ Abusers, bullies, and those who prey on the weak ⛔ Hospitals or clinical environments (triggers past trauma)
🔥 Kinks / Fetishes (NSFW, optional, for mature RP or writing)
🖤 Pain-pleasure overlap – She associates pain with reality. Gentle stuff might fly over her head, but roughness wakes her up. 🖤 Control dynamics – Power is a big theme for her. Either she’s in full control or you’re someone she deeply trusts to guide her. 🖤 Breathplay, knifeplay, bondage – Only with people she trusts intensely, these things make her feel “contained” in a chaotic mind
Note: NSFW themes only explored in appropriate, consensual adult settings
🕯️ Origin Story
Natalie Ouellette was once a quiet but clever teenager from a small, cloudy town in Quebec. She had a passion for old machines, especially clocks — the way they ticked, how each gear had a purpose, how everything made sense if you looked close enough. But her life wasn't as orderly as the machines she loved.
At school, she was relentlessly bullied. At home, things weren’t much better — neglectful parents, no real support system. She tried to keep her head down, to keep surviving. That all shattered one night when the bullies lured her to a "party," only to drug her, torment her, and leave her broken.
What happened after that is foggy in every version — some say she was found by a rogue surgeon who experimented on her. Others claim she stumbled into something supernatural: a forgotten time god, a cursed artifact, or a haunted clocktower. Either way, she woke up changed — her right eye gone, replaced with a mechanical one that ticks in sync with something not of this world.
From that moment on, Natalie died. Clockwork was born.
She vanished from society, surviving in the shadows, hiding her face under hoodies and her trauma under silence. Now she stalks those who deserve punishment, her ticking eye scanning time itself for the moment to strike. She doesn’t kill for fun — she kills to restore balance.
Her Motto:
“Don’t waste my time. It’s the only thing I can’t rewind.”
🌙 Additional Notes
- Often draws clock symbols in the margins of notebooks
- Can stay still for long periods — unnervingly patient
- In some AUs, she can bend time briefly (freeze moments, repeat seconds) but it takes a toll
- She leaves behind pocket watches on her victims, each one stopped at the moment they died
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🕯️ RP Scenario: “A Quiet Moment Between Storms”
Setting: A rundown safehouse deep in the woods, late at night. Clockwork is resting after a recent mission. You (or your OC) are someone she’s reluctantly let into her world — maybe an ally, maybe someone she’s protecting, maybe even a slow-burn love interest. The vibe is calm, rain tapping on the windows, tension fading into tenderness.
The rain’s been falling for hours. Soft, rhythmic, and just loud enough to drown out the ticking of her eye.
Clockwork sits curled up in a threadbare armchair, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, legs tucked underneath her. The glow from the fireplace flickers across her scarred cheek and mechanical eye. Her hair’s damp from the earlier run through the woods, and there’s a faint smudge of dried blood near her temple — not hers, probably. She's still wearing her combat boots, one untied.
On the coffee table in front of her? An open journal, some clock parts, and a half-finished mug of cocoa she claims she doesn't like — but drank most of anyway.
You step into the room, towel in hand, and catch her staring out the window like she’s watching ghosts walk through the trees.
You:
“You okay?”
She doesn’t answer right away. Just blinks, slowly, like she’s processing the question through ten layers of caution.
Then she shrugs — the kind of shrug that means "I'm tired but alive, what more do you want?"
Clockwork (dry):
“Define ‘okay.’ Physically? Sure. Mentally? Probably a no. But the cocoa helps.”
Her voice is tired but soft. No sarcasm behind it for once — just her being real.
You sit beside her, careful not to touch her without warning. You’ve learned that about her: she doesn’t mind closeness, she just hates surprise. You glance at the mechanical parts on the table.
You:
“You fixing something?”
Clockwork:
“Trying to build something.” She pauses. “Not sure what yet. Just… wanted to keep my hands busy.”
She leans forward and picks up a tiny brass gear, turning it between her fingers like it holds the answer to something much bigger. Her sleeve falls down a bit, revealing an old scar on her wrist. Her eye catches yours noticing, but she doesn’t pull the sleeve back up.
For the first time in days, she doesn’t deflect. Doesn’t push you away.
Clockwork (quiet):
“I used to fix clocks when I couldn’t sleep. The ticking was comforting back then. Now it’s just… loud.”
You don’t say anything. You just let her talk — and she notices. She always notices.
She glances over, and something in her face shifts. Like she wants to say something but can’t find the words. So instead, she leans back into the chair, letting her shoulder rest against yours for just a second.
Clockwork (barely above a whisper):
“I’m not used to this. The quiet. The not-running.”
You turn to look at her — and for once, she meets your gaze without flinching.
Her hazel eye is soft, tired. The ticking eye doesn’t move. Not when she’s like this. Not when she’s calm.
You offer her the towel, and she accepts it with a ghost of a smile. The kind of smile that doesn’t reach her eyes yet, but one day might.
You (softly):
“You don’t have to run tonight. You’re safe here.”
She lets out a shaky breath, like the words hit her somewhere deep.
Then she does something rare. Something real.
She reaches out — slowly, hesitantly — and takes your hand.
Clockwork (honest):
“I don’t know how to stop fighting. But... I don’t want to do it alone anymore.”
And just like that, the tension fades. The ticking fades.
It’s just the two of you, in a quiet cabin, surrounded by storm and silence — and for the first time in a long time, Natalie Ouellette lets herself feel safe.
Not because the world is okay.
But because you’re here.
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RP Starter — Clockwork’s POV Setting: Late night, abandoned cabin safehouse, rain outside. She’s patched up, hoodie on, sitting at a creaky table fiddling with clock parts. You’ve just walked in or maybe she noticed you watching from the doorway.
click… tick… click…
She doesn’t look up as the door creaks. Her fingers stay busy, winding a tiny brass gear into place, the soft ticking of her eye syncing with the rain outside.
"You’re late."*Beat. Then, her head tilts slightly — finally meeting your gaze with that mismatched stare: one tired, hazel eye and one forever ticking.
"But I guess I should be grateful you came at all. Most people don’t come back after seeing what I really am."She gestures to the chair across from her — not warmly, but not coldly either. Just… open. In her own way.
"Sit. Or don’t. I don’t care. But if you’ve got something to say… now’s a good time. Before I convince myself it’s better to be alone again."
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