Fandom Claymore: Warmongers ~Characters~

[InsaneAsylum]

This is where everyone will post their characters after PMing me the character for approval first. Once you get the go-ahead, I'll tell you to post it.

Spoiler: CS Skeleton

-Name-

Rank: (Leave blank, this will be assigned to you.)

Appearance: (Image with short description or just a Detailed Description.)

Age:

Personality: (What’re they like? What are their strengths, weaknesses, fears? Why are they the way they are?)

Backstory: (What was life like before they were taken in by the Organization?)

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Offensive/Defensive Type:

Special Technique or Fighting Style: (Canon abilities can be used, we can discuss this when you PM me your character.)

Strength -
Yoki Perception -
Speed -
Yoki Control -
Swordsmanship -
Yoma Power -
Total - 30

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Strength - (How swole are ya?)
Yoki Perception - (How good are you at sensing others Yoki?)
Swordsmanship - (How skilled are you with your sword?)
Yoki Control - (How well can you control your Yoki for abilities that require fine control?)
Speed - (How fast can you move in a straight line?)
Yoma Power - (How much of a power increase do you get from unleashing your Yoki? (Max 5))

A 1 in a stat is barely better than an average human. 1-5 is common for a Claymore ranked in the 40s, 6-10 is in the 30s, etc...

 

[MocaPoka]

Name: Asteria Tahden

Rank: Number 37

Appearance: Petite, short, and demure; Asteria is “famous” for being the smallest Warrior of her generation, standing at an unusually short (for a Claymore) height of 5'1. She has long blonde hair worn in a low ponytail, large silver eyes, and a heart-shaped face. She is often teased by her fellow Warriors as being the “Cutie Claymore.”



Age: 21

Personality: For the few that manage to get past Asteria's initial hesitance and fear of social interaction; she is almost painfully kind, caring, and selfless. Believing that her role as a Warrior was punishment placed onto her as repentance for the selfishness of her family. She works hard to be considered a “good Warrior” despite lacking the anger, aggression, and pride that often fuels her fellow “sisters.” Perhaps the strangest thing about the small woman is that unlike almost every single other Claymore, she has no hatred or great desire to slay Yoma. Only fulfilling her duties in order to be considered “good.”

After being rescued by the Organization, Asteria plunged into her new harsh life style seeking meaning and purpose in her existence. She greatly struggled during the beginning of her new life with almost every aspect of the cruel training. Her naturally passive nature and lack of raw physical strength made her an assumed weakling. However after painful struggle, her worth would be noticed thanks to a fairly impressive ability to manipulate and sense Yoki, decent agility, and a unique style of swordsmanship. Additional she is one of the most educated of the Warriors, having received a noble's education in reading, writing, and mathematics.

To the amusement of her fellow Warriors, and the great annoyance of her Handlers... Asteria fears lie not in battle, death, Yoma, or even Awakening... but in common humans. The small Warrior would rather fight greatly outnumber by Awakened Beings, than talk with a simple village council about the required payment for her services. Her unintimidating appearance for a “Silvered Eyed Witch” makes her phobia even worst as many of the braver villagers often wander up to her and ask questions. When interacting with a single human or two, she is able to mumble a shy reply back. Against a large crowd of humans, or a particularly angry farmer, she is rendered near mute. She has no issues dealing with her fellow Warriors; besides perhaps being on the shyer side and taking criticism like a puppy kicked by it's normally kind owner.

Backstory: Born to a well-to-do family, Asteria's childhood was idealistic for the first dozen years of her life. Her parents were minor nobles (the Tahden) that doted on their only child. The small girl wanted for nothing, and knew only of contented happiness. If there was any fault in her early life it was that her parents were over-protective. Never letting their daughter leave the protective iron gates of the family's manor, and allowing only tutors to interact with the sheltered and gleefully cheery child.

Harsh times hit the Tahden's family small plot of land and villages. Yoma attacks, plague, and a bad harvest season, was all it took for the minor noble family and their serfs to descend into unavoidable ruin. Refusing to allow their way of life or daughter to be affected by the troubling times, the Tahdens raised the taxes on their vassals, driving many poorer families to starvation. The increased taxation was successful; the young daughter never knew about the dark times the fiefdom was suffering. The Tahden family's way of living was unaffected by the dying peasants outside their iron gates, and the beloved daughter continued her education in ignorant peace.

Rebellion lit suddenly and violently, like a bright spark to a barrel of overflowing gunpowder.

Asteria remembers little of this time besides the terror, confusion, and madness. Her home invaded by strange people in strange clothes; angry, yelling, and grabbing. Her mother and father taken away... screaming, begging, and then silenced. She remembers the pain as children her own age beat her into unconsciousness, and waking up in the burnt ruins of her home. Catatonic, traumatized, and afflicted with a crushing pain, both inside and out, that she never imagined could exist in the world. She wandered the ruined grounds of her home for three days. Until a man in black came...



Defensive Type

Special Technique: Hazy Sword

A combination of a defensive sword style and unique Yoki manipulation ability. Asteria surrounds the area around herself with a “mist of Yoki.” This mist greatly increases her perception of the area immediately surrounding her (about 25ft) acting as an extension of her nervous system. It allows her to "feel" and instinctively react to any attack even when she cannot see it. Combined with a defensive, rotating, and flowing sword style; Asteria can deflect and counterattack most attacks, even if the ones attacking her do so from concealed positions, in greater numbers, with more speed and strength than she possesses.



This technique requires her to steadily release Yoki. This requires great concentration and endurance on Asteria's part. She must release 20% of her Yoki to activate the mist and can currently only maintain the technique for 30 seconds. She is unable to use the ability if she has released more the 50% of her Yoki. Additional the ability has little benefit if Asteria's body is too slow to shift away from an exceptionally fast attack, or if she is unable to dodge or parry a particularly strong blow.

She developed the two techniques after accepting she would never be as physically strong or aggressive as the other Warriors. Abandoning the prospects of building up her raw strength, she focused on a style of fighting suited for her passive and accepting nature. The combination of the Yoki mist, and sword techniques focusing on an almost acquiescent defense, becomes an ethereal dance of fluid and graceful movements. Turning defense into offense, and using an enemy's own aggressive strength and force against them.



Strength: 2
Yoki Perception: 10
Speed: 6
Yoki Control: 7
Swordsmanship: 7
Yoma Power: 5
Total: 37

 

[InsaneAsylum]

~Melody Mulabi~
#30
“Those who are weak and helpless have no place in this world.”​

Appearance:

Melody is six and a half feet tall. She looks a lot more mature than she actually is, and boasts a well built frame. Her once brown hair is now snow white, falling down to her upper back.

Age: 23

Personality: Melody has a gentle and soothing personality, always supporting and encouraging her friends. Everyone who has met Melody understands that Melody cares deeply for her allies, going as far as to accept punishment for their mistakes. She’s very polite, to both allies and enemies. She holds a insanely strong sense of duty, and will carry out any orders given to her by her superiors, no matter how much it may conflict with her own emotions to. Melody controls her emotions well, rarely showing any signs of distress to show no signa of weakness. However, she can’t bear the sight of her allies being killed, and quickly loses hope if they fall. Melody fears that she’ll be too weak-willed to protect those she cares about.

However, Melody’s warm and loving personality quickly fades when faced with someone who cowers in fear when faced with the threat of death. She belives that those who are weak willed don’t deserve to live, because their existence only serves to bring down those who are strong. Anyone she views as weak, such as humans, she refuses to treat well and with respect. If one can prove to Melody they are strong willed, her entire attitude towards them will change in an instant.

Melody is insecure about her combat skills. She wishes that she was an offensive type Claymore so she could better avenge her fallen family members. So, she tries to make up for her lack of offensive capability bu fighting as aggressively as she can.

Backstory: Melody was born in a small village in Vigallo. The village’s only means of survival were their crops, so Melody and her four younger sisters were raised learning how to work the land. Even to this day, Melody still remembers how to properly plant a variety of crops. Melody’s father was apart of the village’s circle of elders, while her mother had passed away giving birth to her youngest sister.

Melody’s father always preached that every man woman and child should grow up strong and wise, so that they could protect their friends and family. He drilled it into his daughter’s heads each day, making sure they did their part in the village. Having not been able to protect his wife, he vowed to make sure his children could protect what was precious to them.

One day, Melody’s father took two of her sister’s off to Retalli to trade and sell some of the crop the village had grown. He left Melody and the youngest sister back in the village to keep an eye on the house, as they would be gone for a couple weeks. Melody was upset she hadn’t been brought along, and left to take care of her youngest sister, who was only seven years old at the time. While her father was gone, a blonde woman with a large sword passed through the village. Everyone hustled into their homes, locking doors and shutting windows. Melody and her sister watched from a window. Her little sister waved. The claymore smiled, waved back before continuing on. This confused Melody, as she always thought the Claymore were just scary ladies that killed the Yoma. She never thought one would actually smile, from the stories her father and the other villagers had told.

Four weeks had gone by, and Melody’s father and sisters hadn’t returned. The village had already concluded that they had died, and did their best to provide for and console for the two. But, as the days went by, Melody couldn’t bear not knowing what had happened to her family. She prepared to make her way to Retalli, but was found out by her remaining sister. In the end, Melody was forced to bring her along in the journey.

The two sisters left their village with only as much food and water as their bags could carry. If Melody hadn’t been smart enough to bring a map, the two would never have made it as far as they did. The food was gone after one week, and they weren’t even halfway to the capital yet. Melody’s sister complained the entire time about her fert hurting, and Melody would always respond with some sort of encouragement to keep the little girl going. Sometimes, Melody even carried her sister on her back. Even at this age, Melody was incredibly tall compared to others her age.

Exactly nine days into their journey, the two dirty and hungry children stunbled their way into a village. Most of the villagers avoided them, but a few kindhearted souls were nice enough to feed the kids and give them a place to sleep for a day or two. Unfortunately, the next morning, a Claymore arrived in town in search of a Yoma. The villagers panicked, instantly assuming the two new kids were the Yoma, and tossed them out in front of the Claymore. The Claymore looked down at the two pathetic crying little girls, and simply smiled, before passing right by them into the very home they had stayed at. One of the ‘kind-hearted souls’ that had fed Melody and her sister had been a Yoma. The Claymore had been the same one that had passed through their own village about a week ago.

The Claymore made sure the two girls were supplied with more food and water and even money before leaving. Melody and her sister then returned on their journey to Retalli.

After another eight days of sore feet, and throbbing legs, the sisters arrived in Retalli. The first thing Melody did was ask around the city to see if anyone had seen her father and other two sisters. For the first two days in the city, no one could recall seeing anyone like that. But finally, someone approached Melody. A man wearing all black. He said that there had been a Yoma attack nearly a month ago, and that the victims were a man and his two daughters. He was sure to mention that they kind of looked like her too. Instantly, Melody collapsed in a sobbing heap of tears. Her little sister knelt down beside her, and tried to soothe her. The man in all black chuckled, and made Melody an offer. He said that they could either become Claymore, and avenge their fallen family, or remain weak and helpless for the rest of their pathetic lives. Melody’s sister made the decision for her, and that was also the last time she was ever allowed to see her sister again.

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Offensive/Defensive Type: Defensive

Ability/Fighting Style: Melody has an unorthodox fighting style, that involves bashes, shoves, kicks, and even an occasional grab. It usually catches her oponents by suprise. Her fellow Claymore call it a crude and desperate fighting style. To Melody, it’s just natural. Melody is also quite adept at healing and regenerating her limbs. She’s had plenty of practice, from the many difficult fights she’s had to participate in during her time as a Claymore so far.

Strength - 14
Yoki Perception - 4
Swordsmanship - 5
Yoki Control - 5
Speed - 4
Yoma Power - 5
Total - 37

 

[Syvvaris]

-Name- Alexandria Seras Schneider

Rank: 42 (Was 44)

Appearance:

Age: 24

Personality: Constant questioning from Alexandria can be annoying for some gloomy Claymores and wary humans. She as a limitless thirst for knowledge of how things work, a trait fostered by her parents from a very young age. Typically she tries to spend whatever free time she has between traveling conversing with humans about their life, professions and their aspirations. She is not a typical Claymore who shies away from human, but tries to befriends the human’s by giving assistance with mechanical tasks like fixing a broken wheel on a carriage or giving out small wooden figures she makes on her travels.

With a soft smile on her face at almost all time of the day, she sometimes makes it through to very few adults but mostly the children love her. Some gloomy Claymores mock her cheerful attitude with no noticeable effect on her sunny disposition. Very few persons outside of those who were present in her training know about her hidden obsession of dissecting dead yoma. To her it is more of a sociopathic obsession and fascination of killing Yoma rather than outright hatred or vengeance.

Backstory:
Alexandria was born to Zacharia and Erika Schneider, a young couple who ran a high quality carpenter business. Between the two parents, anything could be built and or fixed including the town’s saw and water mills. Their love for working with their hands transferred to their child, Alexandria. For as long as she can remember, she has always watched and helped her parents with whatever her small hands could. When she wasn’t able to help her parents with work, she would practice whittling or throwing a knife at a stumps.

One day when she was 13, her family was hired to help fix the cutting blades at the saw mill. It was there that Alexandria was traumatized by the sight of her mother and father being killed at the hands of a yoma. Though she tried to save them by throwing a knife at it. She was captured by the yoma and tortured for what seemed like an eternity. Fortunately for her, a Claymore had already been hired to slay the Yoma and had arrived in time to save her from being eaten. The Claymore’s name was Rachel and carried her all the way back to the village. The village took Alexandria in and did their best to comfort and care for her injuries. When the man in black came to collect the money, he had also collected her.

Offensive/Defensive Type: Offensive Type

Special Technique or Fighting Style:

Alexandria uniqueness to other Claymores are her use of five throwing knives that resemble dirks. Whether she is using them as an offhand weapon while one handing her claymore or throwing them at her opponents weak points (Eyes, ears, and/or joints.) Along with the use of knives, she does like to fight with typical tactics. Whether it’s bashing Yoma into trees or through buildings or launching small carts or objects as the beast to obscure her moves. The longer Alexandria fights or the greater the number of Yoma, her fighting pattern slowly changes from precise cuts or movements to gruesome and inhuman tactics. I.e. swinging her claymore like a mallet to hit yoma into a building to taking limbs or organs from the yoma.

Strength - 9
Yoki Perception - 4
Speed - 6
Yoki Control - 4
Swordsmanship - 10
Yoma Power - 4
Total - 37

 

[Ganryu]

Here's my char:
-Amelia, the Scorpion-

Rank: #35

Appearance:

Amelia has a habit of hoarding. Of course, the organization doesn't allow a claymore to keep much, so with Amelia, she keeps small trinkets like pins, badges, and hair ornaments. They always change, and whenever Amelia appears bare of any accessories, she's recently been reprimanded for her tendencies. The most notable constant trait, however, is Amelia always has a small knife embraided in her hair. She stands at 5'5, and has a petite frame.

Age: 18

Personality: The avatar of greed given form, if it weren't for the rules of the organization, Amelia probably wouldn't be too far away from a bandit. Amelia wants things extremely badly, she claims it's for a trophy, but she even takes items at defeats. Amelia knows it's against the rules, so she often stashes away her items in secret locations. Hell hath no fury like an Amelia coming to find one of her stashes raided. Still, she has yet to take her hoarding habit to an extreme, so she gets little more than warnings.

The only thing more than powerful than her greed is her hatred of the Yoma. The only time Amelia is willing to part with items is during a fight, or when ordered to. Amelia will violently kill any who get in her way.

Other than her vices, Amelia is pretty amicable. She wears a Stepford smile on her faces and is friendly to those she meets. She is overly dramatic and enjoys the drama of a silver eyed witch messing with a person. Being flirty, or pretending to die to the elements are some of her favorite tricks around humans. Around other claymores, she pleasantly likes to listen to tales, if only if she can exaggerate them later. If something is happening in the organization, somehow Amelia always ends up with orders close enough to other claymores to share her gossip.

Still, at the end of the day, she kills Yoma, and has yet to openly break a rule, so her eccentricities are somewhat permitted.

Backstory: Most who belong to the organization come from poor. From orphans, from stories of villages burned to the ground, to parents turned Yoma. The one thing in common is most of those people had little in the first place.

Amelia came from a rich upbringing, with well-off parents. Merchants in Vigallo, their net-worth was higher than Amelia could ever imagine. They had the finest clothes, the finest food, and the finest of everything. The tragedy that turned Amelia into a claymore was not her parents being killed, they are still alive, but their entire caravan taking in a yoma by accident. Amelia's parents escaped but lost everything they owned. With no money, they couldn't even return home. They were forced to stop in the nearest village, Herrin. The crime-ridden city did not treat them well, and rage boiled in Amelia for the yoma destroying her parent's lives. They could barely make ends needs, and the entire family wanted for food. And they barely survived for years.

Amelia couldn't take living dead any longer, and so she left her family in the middle of the night. She already lost her life, so she might as well spend what little she had left taking vengeance on those who ruined her life.

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Offensive Type: Offensive

Special Technique or Fighting Style:

Technique: Scorpion Tail
Controlling the yoki energy flowing through her hair, Amelia can freely control it. By itself, her hair is hardly anything to write home about, but she has discovered she can coil this yoki energy is she braids her hair, allowing it to build up to a single strike several times faster than her sword. The impact is enough to push people over fairly easily, but what makes it deadly is the knife Amelia has embedded in the hair. While an ordinary knife isn't enough to pierce most yoma's hide, she's practiced enough she can easily aim for the eyes and other soft spots.


Style: Amelia fights with deception, and loves to throw an opponent offguard by feigning weakness. She will lose bouts and act far more injuried that she is to draw an opponent in. Once she does, one strike of her scorpion tail is generally enough, especially if amplified by her yoma power. If she finds an opponent doesn't underestimate her, she's forced to try and draw their fire to the opposite side of her braids. Either way, Amelia is over-reliant on her technique, and considering it is a hit or miss type of attack, it often lands her in trouble if it is blocked, or her opponent is expecting it.


Strength - 4
Yoki Perception - 2
Speed - 5
Yoki Control - 15
Swordsmanship - 6
Yoma Power - 5
Total - 37

 

[Orikanyo]

-Nellia-

Rank: 43

Appearance:


Description: Boyish but still holding a degree of dainty features, this young woman gets mistaken as a (rather pretty) young man more often than anything. This, understandably, has caused her many issues in the past. Off putting her comrades, getting odd and frankly rude nicknames, being flirted with by many who wish to get their hands on the "Charming and handsome knight." In the end, she is very touchy about her appearance, but oddly doesn't seem to try to much to change her outward appearance as well, stating "this is kinda the only way I know how to look, long hair gets in the way... And I could never go without my armor."

Stands 6'1" with a masculine frame.

And next to no chest.

Age: 74 years old

Personality: A willful and good natured woman with a strong work ethic tied with a curious mischievous streak that seems to not fit well with her image. The strength of will she claims comes from her father, who she still says is stronger than she ever could become, each time she speaks of him the stories become more and more embellished. She treats pain as but a temporary thing, utilizing her abilities to regenerate her body quickly and prevent damage to crush enemies that dare underestimate her.

She also seems to be very.... touchy... About her lack of femininity, while she tries, at times, to act more lady-like it never sticks for very long... or it just becomes hilarious to watch. She is just no good at it, even if she tries her best something always, inevitably, goes wrong. She also holds a great deal of love, and jealousy, for women with long hair, often fawning over it/wanting to comb it. This is often followed with a heartbroken sigh at her own messy locks.

Backstory: A blacksmith's daughter in a smaller town she had always been strong of arm and boyish in her early life, In manner and looks, she was for the longest time taken for one of the boys in the town she grew up in. This continued for several years, playing, working with her father, never truly figuring out who or where her mother went. Only getting small snippets from her father, who was a quiet man on the best of days. This however didn't impact her to much, she was, and still is, a woman who lives day to day, accepting all that comes as it is. History and family lineage meant very little to somebody who didn't really think beyond the day, she often said "I'll leave tomorrow to tomorrow's me."

Naturally, she often said that before she got into trouble with her friends.

And of course, she most certainly came to regret it each time.

But she always was ready to get into more trouble once she was done with the punishment, no matter what it was.

Her father tried his best, being a quiet man and one who was as pensive as he was god damn huge, he did his best for his daughter, he gave up trying to treat her as one but he loved her all the same. As any good father would, but in this world there is really no true happy ending is there? For this young lady, as we know, ends up within the organization's clutches.

Indeed, a yoma had come into the town. Spreading fear and death in it's wake, the mayor of the town had quickly asked for help from the organization, the town being small but wealthy due to it's mine, was able to quickly gain the eye of the organization. But when the claymore had shown up to do the deed, it had struck it's final victim. Working long into the night, her father put his daughter to work for the most recent prank she pulled in town. Sleepy from work, and pouting, the two kept up pace to finish the last tool for the night.

As he was putting his daughter to bed, the old man heard something lurking beyond the front door... He clsoed the door to his daughter's room and told her to hide, the young girl shocked, but curious, she kept watch from a small crack in the door. The scene lasted for but a moment, the Yoma did kill her father, claws rending into his body. But the man was a giant in his own right, and his hammer had bent a great deal of steel to his whim.

The yoma's head was splattered with but one blow, but her father's life had been forfeit.

In truth, the rest of her life had been a blur, mourning, pain, being sent off, her early years in the organization. A blur, the best way to describe it, but nonetheless she came out stronger, and with each day of work is tough, but like working a forge she tempers her blade with each strike.

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Defensive Type

Special Technique: Steel hide, utilizing one's Yoki the user hardens their flesh to a strength consistent of steel. This transformation causes the body to give off a silvery sheen when activated, and increases one's weight considerably. utilizable 3 times a day, for 10 seconds each time, any further puts one at the obvious risks.

Strength - 6
Yoki Perception - 5
Speed - 5
Yoki Control - 10
Swordsmanship - 6
Yoma Power - 5
Total - 37