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Clare / Claymore / ??
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Email: anewmight at gmail.com
AIM: a nephilim rising
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Are you at least 15?: Yes
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Character: Clare
Fandom: Claymore
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History:
Because I like to keep pulling characters from their beginningsClare is coming in around Extra Scene 4, which means, she'll be continuously, if not aggressively canon updated quite a bit. Of course, she will be bumped up to the first few chapters of Claymore until I deem her well enough with plenty of CR and development.Not much is known about Clare. She doesn't recall her parents or her family -- she has a vague memory of perhaps a brother, but it's up in the air. The reason being for this, to be blunt, she's repressed a lot of her trauma. The point of this trauma is simple: Her family was murdered by yoma, much like anyone. But an exception was that Clare was taken with the yoma, dragged town to town, abused by them. As a result, she's gotten many scars and had shut herself off emotionally and physically, becoming a mute child. No one dared to come near her, in fear of yoma retaliation and in the fact Clare may have been a yoma herself, since they were known shape-shifters.
This kept up until a Claymore came to the village she was in and killed her tormentors, Teresa of the Faint Smile. From the get go, Clare felt compelled to latch onto her, because she felt Teresa was the same as her, wanting to comfort her. The urge was so powerful, it was the only thing that Clare knew and she followed Teresa, risking her life against both Teresa and bandits who had followed Teresa. She pushed herself to limits, dehydrating and starving herself. Eventually, Teresa realized she'd be blamed if anything happened to Clare. So she gave her food and water, and Clare became more attached. Eventually, Teresa even gave her the name "Clare", which may or may not be her real name all the long.
The bond grew stronger when on of the bandits who Teresa had severed an arm in self-defense attempted to rape Teresa, but it was Clare who snuck behind him and hit him with a tree branch. The bandit kicked her off and began to beat Clare, when Teresa interrupted him, basically telling him she'd kill him and disregard the Claymore cardinal rule of not killing humans. The man was spooked off. But Clare broke her silence and told Teresa why she followed her:
"Your eyes... they look like mine. You looked so sad. So, I..."
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She came back at the wrong thing: The very bandit she had wounded prior dragging Clare out by the hair. Teresa broke the rule that sealed her fate: she killed all of the bandits and saved Clare. This resulted in Claymores ranked two through five to go after Teresa's head, which would result in another disaster. While Clare and Teresa were in a town, they were found by the four Claymores. Teresa couldn't detect the new appointed number two, Priscilla. This resulted in a huge fight, of course, and Teresa hesitant to kill Priscilla, thinking of Clare.
They leave, but Priscilla goes over her limit. She hunts Teresa down, and pretty much turns into an Awakened -- a monster, basically. She kills two of the Claymores, and one escaped with one arm, going into seclusion for a few years. Clare so upset and traumatized, takes Teresa's head, hunts down members of the Organization and demands that she have Teresa's flesh placed into her. Clare becomes the first volunteer Claymore, with the flesh of another warrior, instead of a yoma. It makes her unique, and thus, where I'm pulling her from, she has just had this transformation and is under training to become a solider.
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Clare is, well, Clare. In her world, soldiers of the Organization particularly are emotionally closed off, aloof, and very stoic. Clare certainly carries that air to her. She is, after all, on the outside, cold and distant, showing very limited emotion, and regularly keeps many at arms length. But there is certainly more to Clare than that, beyond her stoic nature. The result of her disposition is trauma endured from a very young age and the death of Teresa, whom, by the way, she felt she wasn't strong enough to move on.
Clare's life revolves around her goals. Her goals are simple, starting from the top: Kill Priscilla, no matter what. Beneath it, or arguably, equal to it, are protecting those she cares for. She seems to do anything for either, making her very impulsive and reckless at times. Sometimes Clare isn't prone to thinking, but her intentions are pure. Although when push comes to shove, Clare isn't afraid to be underhanded or question things, for the greater good. And Clare is definitely on the spiteful side, when it comes to this.
Though Clare's trade mark characteristic to her personality is her determination, that can honestly be bluntly put as stubbornness. This has existed since she was a little girl, following Teresa all over, no matter what happened to her. Her will power is tremendous and something to be admired; Clare will never give up on something, even if she knows she has to. When it comes to rank, power, age, and skills, Clare doesn't seem to care. Especially when she should be intimidated, Clare cannot feel the same. As long as one can find a use, that seems a-okay to Clare. She is also very fiercely independent, that can really tire the nerves of anyone who knows her.
While Clare would rather have her distance from people, that is not the case. If she sees apart of herself in someone else, if they have the same pain she knows, Clare can find a deep connection and understanding for them. Despite her nature, Clare can be compassionate for others. She sees no one above her or underneath her, she treats them just the same. But Clare is very loyal, willing to do almost anything for anyone, if she cares that much. And while she rather not be close to someone and not feel the way she does, Clare can't change that. For you see, Clare is just as human as anyone else.
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Nothing in particular? Just as I said, she's pretty much coming in as a novice to the organization.
Additional Links:
http://claymore.wikia.com/wiki/Clare
First Person (entry type):
[It's that time of the day for training. In an adobe-like interior, there's many young girls, well between the ages of eleven to fourteen, all moving about. They literally almost look the same -- blonde hair, silver eyes, and in white uniforms that look almost like leotards. One girl in particular slowly walks in the room, long pale blonde hair, and holding her gaze downwards, not trying to draw attention to the other girls around her. She is definitely the youngest, not even at least eleven years old. Apparently, it looks as if they were called. So they all gather around a man, in the most ratty clothing at all possible, his scarred face covered. They appear emotionless and peer back up at him as a silence falls.]
Listen up, girls! We had this talk before and we won't have it again. The claymores are for a certain number of you, not all of you. We have the practice swords for a reason. [He stops and points to the youngest girl in the center.]
Especially you, Clare.
[There is a snicker in the back, and one girl turns to this Clare and Clare back to the adult. Without any shame whatsoever, she bluntly replies-]
If you didn't like us using the claymores, then don't leave them out. I don't care if my shoulder was dislocated. It's back in, isn't it?
[Some of the girls give her leery look, but the one beside her looks a little perplexed. He gives a dismissive wave and exits from view. Clare proceeds, anyway.]
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"So, how did you put your shoulder back in?"
It's evening, and thank god for small pleasures of the soft beds and a small meal. The lodgings are somewhat silent, filled with the few whispers of young girls, like in this small room. By now, the bruise on her head is gone, to her surprise, as her finger tips inspect her head.
"Clare?"
She quirks her head to the side to the other girl in the room, drawing a breath, "I slammed it against the wall and popped it back in," Clare said bluntly, unashamed. She watched Elena's face change in a mix of awe and horror. Of course this was going to get her scolded... maybe. Slowly, she cups her hands to her mouth, shaking her head, and plops them back on her lap.
"You shouldn't have picked up that sword in the first place! Those aren't even at our level yet, what were you thinking?"
But Clare is easing back against the wall, pulling up her little legs to her chest, "I don't think you would understand, Elena. Besides... we'll use those swords as soon as we receive our numbers, what difference does it make?"
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"Ow," It broke the silence, Elena peered up from the ground where Clare was sitting. It was flat, monotone, and almost an after thought. Delayed, as it were, Clare still remembering how much she swung the large sword with one hand and with the sword pulling back, so did her arm. It was rather painful, to say the least, and she watched many girls wincing and murmuring about it. Elena, amongst them, trying to coax Clare back, as usual.
"Are you okay?" It was said with light amusement, as Elena crawled over and sat next to Clare against the wall, leaning in to study her face.
She didn't budge for a few minutes, stood silent, and folded her hands on her knee, "I'm fine. It just hurt... quite a bit."
"Of course it did, you threw your arm out, didn't I tell you that was going to happen?"
"Yes." A resounding silence followed Clare's blank admission. She stared down at her palm, flexing her fingers. Elena hadn't budged at all, lightly leaning against Clare's right shoulder, as they both listened to the sound of their fellows whisper to each other. The lights were out and it generally meant rest. Though no one could rest.
No one could easily slip back into sleep, not anymore. Everyone had their own story, everyone had something in common. Losing a loved one to yoma, after all. That was something that wasn't going to leave their young minds soon. Fixation of the sorts. Yet Clare didn't find complete solace in that. She still remembered her "keeper", Rubel, saying that had they used a normal yoma and not Teresa's flesh and blood, she could have been stronger.
She'd still insisted it was fine. Her will power still kept her here. If she fallen during training or was kicked around, she'd pick herself back up. Elena, of course, would still be helping her along the way.
"Is it true, Clare?"
She shifted slightly, allowing half of glance to Elena, who had her chin resting on her shoulder. Maybe that was a little uncomfortable... Clare slowly blinked in response.
"They said you took the flesh of a warrior... is it true?"
Ever so gently, Clare pulled herself forward, standing away from the bed, nervously pacing about the room, and back to Elena.
Of course she wasn't going to answer that, "We should sleep. I want to be at full stature for tomorrow; they're going to let me really have it after today..."
Elena simply stared, opening her mouth to say something, but the words never came. She shifted along the wall, to straighten her back. By her left, she patted the bed softly, "Alright. You're right, Clare, let's get some sleep. Evelyn won't leave you alone, either." She smiled at Clare and Clare gave her own version of a smile -- a twitch of her lips. Slowly, she crawled back up, letting her back rest against Elena's.
They couldn't sleep on their backs, it wasn't comfortable enough. But sleeping against each other helped the pain pass.
PENDING: second sample
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[This is completely unintentional, this video feed. But here are two girls, not more than twelve years old. Both silvered-eyed and pale blondes... could they be sisters? Maybe. But the shorter one holding her right shoulder along with a bloody bruise may look a little disgruntled, if you squint hard enough. When she speaks, you can say it's to the community, but it's more so to her friend. But you'll let her know that, won't you?]
If they didn't want us using the claymores, then maybe they shouldn't leave them in the training room. I don't understand what their issue is... we'll use them eventually, won't we? I thought they wanted us to get stronger, not rely on the smaller training swords.
Most of us will fail the last training exercise, anyway. Not all of us are going to be promoted to the Organization's numbers to be soldiers.
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