Kringla Claus
Adopted daughter of the Clauses
Jack of Hearts
Like most teens of the era, Kringla has a proclivity for shiny fur coats and long naps curled up on the floor. Out of earshot, some staff refer to her as the "feral one" and murmur about her having horns. For what it's worth, the family physician insists she'll grow out of the two bony lumps on her head, and no one who's suggested she's the Krampus ever sticks around for long.
For the most part, Kringla's a cultured, educated young lady of 16 – albeit one frenzied at the mention of mischievous children. They should all “feel the birch” and be put back on the path of good behavior, she'll insist. If not? “Stuff them in a sack and carry them off to the sugar mines!”
In Conversation
Of all the family, Kringla appears most invested in the thoughts of others. And unlike others she holds interest in more than order and ideals, inquiring about the flaws and failures of her acquaintances. She offers frank honesty, and invites the same.
Trouble
If Kringla's not the Krampus, she might as well be.
Normal
Kringla speaks fondly of the North Pole as a place to transform into a better person, a place full of wonder and cold, hard discipline.
Tier 1
Kringla has designed a swaddling shirt soaked in honey that reads NAUGHTY on the front. She requests your help in conducting tests of the weight tolerance of this "discipline system," where a naughty child is hurled against a wall and sticks there until they're "sweet again."
Tier 2
Kringla has been writing invitations to naughty children, inviting them to the Manor "to learn more about the Christmas spirit." However, she needs assistance accessing the family fortune for postage, round-trip reindeer pick-up-and-delivery of the children, and "a selection of adjustable metal collars." All you have to do is get the family's checkbook, or any valuables that can be exchanged for cash.
Tier 3
There are naughty children running around the Manor, breaking things, shouting at the staff about "wanting to go home" and even worse, some have gotten into the presents. When asked, the children say they were brought here in a sack and that they're being hunted. Kringla suggests taking a census of the children, which would go faster if you split up.
Tier 4
Out on the lawn, a crowd of concerned parents have gathered, throwing fistsful of coal at the manor and holding torches. Kringla's room is full of bones, and she's missing. Should every parent find their child safely returned, surely cooler heads will prevail, so ... hop to it!