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Player Info
Player Name : Nammah is my handle.
Player LJ: bluenaga
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: [AIM] blindcrowfly
Player Email: smarty_pants3@hotmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Of course.
Character Info
Character Name: “Blood Eyes” Miata
Character’s Age: Roughly 16
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: Post Rabona invasion
Appearance: Miata
Like the other Claymores (with the exception of Clarice) Miata has the usual blonde hair, silver eyes, fair skin, and scarring from yoma infusion. She has the uniform of the typical Claymore, with the sword of the self-same name. From there, there are notable differences about her person. She is smaller than the average Claymore, being 5’6” with a childlike frame. She does, however, display the subtle signs of womanhood, if you look closely to her person. It is hard to detect, in part in how she wears her thigh long hair: most of the time she covers her face with it only leaving, at best, one eye exposed.
History:
Short version
In chapter 68, after Clarice submits her report to the Organization, she is asked to take part on an unusual mission. Instead of hunting for yoma or awakened beings, it is requested that she become a warden of the unstable number four, Blood Eye Miata. Unsure of what to make of this news, Clarice seeks the higher ranked claymore in a cave like apartment. Here is where we first see Miata: a young woman, sitting on the floor, covered in hair and murmuring under her breath.
She does not seem to notice Clarice’s introduction of herself, nor of anything else does she say-but notices when she lets herself into her space. Miata attacks without warning, slashing Clarice, and pinning her to the floor. She demands to know if Clarice killed her mother and father-and within seconds after the denial, Miata rips open the older woman’s shirt. Not to kill, but to suckle. In allowing this gesture, Clarice gains Miata’s trust, and takes the first step into the mother-daughter bond.
Miata, passive with regular suckling, does not protest from taking on the mission to hunt the former number three. In light of Miata’s calm, Clarice is ordered to take down the former number three, using yoki suppressants to hide their presence. Miata is charged with focusing on Galatea, and in assassinating her.
Along the way, Clarice and Miata continue the suckling exercise, and are consistently attacked by yoma. Clarice stumbles through the attacks, surviving more due to luck then skill. Miata however is a different story, proving not only her ability to sense attacks, but in swordsmanship. When Clarice’s sword is wedged in a tree, Miata throws her own blade, killing the yoma about to attack Clarice. As Clarice shouts, Miata is swarmed by yoma. Though it seems to be the end, Miata is able to pierce through, and rip apart the yoma bodies using only her hands. This leaves her covered in blood, and quietly cooing for her mother.
Even shaking, Clarice accepts Miata’s bloody, yet gentle embrace. From there, the pair continues on their journey with Miata leading the way as they battle through yoma and awakened beings whilst feeling out for Galenta. They come to the outskirts of Rabona where Miata reports of a strong claymore within the city limits. Though having distaste for hiding her uniform, both she and Clarice tried to enter the city unnoticed-but at the sight of her armored legs, the guards spot them, and chase them down the street.
It is only by pure luck that Clare’s former ally, Sid, helps them hide from the city guards, simply because of his memories of Clare. As Sid and his friend speak with Clarice she admits that they are not here to kill a yoma (though people have been disappearing for the past few months) but are looking for a blind woman. Sid admits to knowing of such a woman, and in a short time later, they locate Galatea.
Clarice announces they are to take Galatea’s head, and without a word, Miata attacks. Though she has difficulty landing a hit, she is relentless in her attacks, only pausing when Agatha reveals herself, and in stopping her sword not to hurt a human. Though the revealing of the powerful former number two, Miata does not stop her attack on Galatea. She pauses on the orders of Clarice, where it is revealed she had been attacked by Agatha the whole time-and healing herself even though she is in pain.
Miata soon begins to attack Agatha once the awakened being not only attacks the city guard, but Clarice as well. Miata is able to cause a little damage, but is pinned once she loses her hands. Miata attempts to distract Agatha when she targets Clarice by throwing her sword with her reattached forearms. Miata pleas for Clarice to stay, but Clarice is frightened by the powerful being and runs away. Shocked, she attempts to stand up from Agatha’s causal talk of killing Clarice, but is forced down again by the tentacles running through her form.
She was nearly killed, but Clarice rescued her from that fate. Clarice starts to cry, declaring that she was frightened of Miara most of all. She was so small, but had faced greater dangers then herself, and yet was only hurt so much in this city. Miata starts crying, hugging Clarice, much to Agatha’s disgust. She prepares to kill the both of them, but is stopped by the ghosts of the North. Miata remarks of the strength of the group, but two stand out beyond the rest. She remains silent at Miara’s confession, and stays with Galatea and Clarice within the city of Rabona, to protect the residents.
Personality:
Now here is a rub. Her personality is hard to describe seeing as she is a fractured person with few words. Those that she utters would be that of a child, uttering the eerie cry for her mother, or declaring how disgusting the food she is eating just so happens to be. What she likes she will enjoy, and what she does not, she will declare in utter disgust. In short, Miata is not the easiest person to develop a friendship with. Or any sort of relationship, to be told. The only one she seems attached to is Clarice, and even then she had been attacked, and suckled, before forming the mother-daughter bond they now share.
She is of her own mind, with an intense focus: if she has a goal in mind, watch out! She is going to get it done. Or die trying. Whichever occurs first. She can get upset and frustrated from being balked, and will keep trying until she is put down or gets to the goal. That being said, however, she does have a quiet nature and is fully devoted to her parental figures.
She does not speak often, and it is unknown as to what goes through her mind. She does seem to have an analytical side, at least in fighting, and determining strength. Don’t expect her to get friendly though, at least not quickly. Most are perceived as a threat, a target, or as possible parental figures.
She hates bitter tasting foods and bathing. But these can be reflected as many of the childlike traits Miata seems to profess.
Powers/Abilities:
It has been remarked upon by the organization that Miata has the potential to become number one-if only there wasn’t that pesky mental instability. Still, she has the abilities that the average claymores possess: ability to sense yoki, greater stamina, little need for food, temperature regulation, swordsmanship, strength, speed. But Miata has her specialties as well. Though she is the offensive type, she does not have a special move with her sword. No wind cutter. No quick sword. Instead, she has a different fighting style based on her strengths. Miata has such brute berserker strength that she can tear yoma apart with her bare hands. She also has heighted senses which assist in her ability to fight instinctively, track other warriors, and determine their strength without having to sense their yoki. This ability allows her to use suppressants to hide her yoki from sensors such as Galatea, while using her heightened senses to search for warriors despite keeping their yoki constantly suppressed. There is also evidence that she has above average abilities in self healing, despite being an offensive type of warrior.
Limitations:
As with the other Claymores, her strength and speed will be reduced to half. She will be only able to release yoki once a month. However, her heightened senses remain the same, as there is little harm of her smelling, and listening to her surroundings. It doesn’t mean she won’t stay out of trouble, or get out of the way in time (though if you need for me to reduce, that’s fine. We can make her senses slightly better than a human).
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
Fifty three. Fifty two. Fifty one…
She lost track of the backwards count in her mind, sniffing and looking around her. She knew this place of before. It was not Rabona’s forests, which she knew so well by now. It was another time. Another place that she was determined to push out. It was a simple homestead on the edge of a quiet little village. The house itself was well kept, fresh rushes upon the roof, the smell of wood smoke in the air. But there was something amiss. She sniffed again, wondering what it was that made her senses reel. Then, after a moment, Miata knew exactly what was wrong; it was blood, fresh spilled. Not that of a yoma, dead or injured. That would not have brought the same sense of alarm, the need to run. No, this was the blood of a human. And the reek, its undertones could only be-
She turned away, hands curling into fists on the sides of her head. No. This couldn’t happen again!
Miata did not want to suffer through the memory of this. Not again. How many times had she had this run through her mind, it always had the same view. She had to see what this was in the house to leave; she knew it. What Miata hated though was, the chaotic blur of emotions she felt every time this happened. A near, almost invisible shudder overcame her, before the claymore strode forward, sliding her sword from its clasps. Miata hesitated at the door-then violently forced entry with the blade. At first, it was difficult to see; as always, it was dim, the candles snuffed out, and the shutters sealed tight. Nothing wrong with the small claymore’s hearing though. She could hear the wet, smacking noises of a beast chewing on its dead prey. When her eyes adjusted to the light she could see herself. She was a surprisingly pretty young thing, considering. Considering she was a mess, her eyes wide with fear. Miata glanced towards the bed-
And then she woke up. Miata did little more but to shiver, and stare at the ceiling. Damn. That memory was still haunting her, still scaring her more than a real yoma could. They were nothing, targets only. She was no longer so helpless… was she…?
Miata closed her eyes, and made to nestle against Clarice’s back, as she always did. But there was no warmth. The spot was cold. Miata opened her eyes, sitting upright. There was no sign of Clarice being here; there was no sense of her smell, no noise to say if she was still here. Clarice Mama was not here. And there was only the smell of…Miata touched her chest in disbelief. Her fingers came back wet, and red. Blood. Her blood was on her fingers, fresh; from a wound she did not recall getting. What was this?
“…..Mama….?”
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
[Briefly sniffing can be heard and an up close of a nose can be seen. Somehow, the camera to the phone was triggered without her knowledge. She can be seen examining the device closely; not realizing anyone could see her. She draws back enough to give viewers a glimpse of a silver colored eye, and a face covered by long blonde hair]
Bleeegh. Not yummy. Not good.
[She drops the device, with contempt on her features for whatever the strange thing is.]
Player Info
Player Name : Nammah is my handle.
Player LJ: bluenaga
Player Instant Messenger Type and Handle: [AIM] blindcrowfly
Player Email: smarty_pants3@hotmail.com
Are you 18 years of age or older? Of course.
Character Info
Character Name: “Blood Eyes” Miata
Character’s Age: Roughly 16
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: Post Rabona invasion
Appearance: Miata
Like the other Claymores (with the exception of Clarice) Miata has the usual blonde hair, silver eyes, fair skin, and scarring from yoma infusion. She has the uniform of the typical Claymore, with the sword of the self-same name. From there, there are notable differences about her person. She is smaller than the average Claymore, being 5’6” with a childlike frame. She does, however, display the subtle signs of womanhood, if you look closely to her person. It is hard to detect, in part in how she wears her thigh long hair: most of the time she covers her face with it only leaving, at best, one eye exposed.
History:
Short version
In chapter 68, after Clarice submits her report to the Organization, she is asked to take part on an unusual mission. Instead of hunting for yoma or awakened beings, it is requested that she become a warden of the unstable number four, Blood Eye Miata. Unsure of what to make of this news, Clarice seeks the higher ranked claymore in a cave like apartment. Here is where we first see Miata: a young woman, sitting on the floor, covered in hair and murmuring under her breath.
She does not seem to notice Clarice’s introduction of herself, nor of anything else does she say-but notices when she lets herself into her space. Miata attacks without warning, slashing Clarice, and pinning her to the floor. She demands to know if Clarice killed her mother and father-and within seconds after the denial, Miata rips open the older woman’s shirt. Not to kill, but to suckle. In allowing this gesture, Clarice gains Miata’s trust, and takes the first step into the mother-daughter bond.
Miata, passive with regular suckling, does not protest from taking on the mission to hunt the former number three. In light of Miata’s calm, Clarice is ordered to take down the former number three, using yoki suppressants to hide their presence. Miata is charged with focusing on Galatea, and in assassinating her.
Along the way, Clarice and Miata continue the suckling exercise, and are consistently attacked by yoma. Clarice stumbles through the attacks, surviving more due to luck then skill. Miata however is a different story, proving not only her ability to sense attacks, but in swordsmanship. When Clarice’s sword is wedged in a tree, Miata throws her own blade, killing the yoma about to attack Clarice. As Clarice shouts, Miata is swarmed by yoma. Though it seems to be the end, Miata is able to pierce through, and rip apart the yoma bodies using only her hands. This leaves her covered in blood, and quietly cooing for her mother.
Even shaking, Clarice accepts Miata’s bloody, yet gentle embrace. From there, the pair continues on their journey with Miata leading the way as they battle through yoma and awakened beings whilst feeling out for Galenta. They come to the outskirts of Rabona where Miata reports of a strong claymore within the city limits. Though having distaste for hiding her uniform, both she and Clarice tried to enter the city unnoticed-but at the sight of her armored legs, the guards spot them, and chase them down the street.
It is only by pure luck that Clare’s former ally, Sid, helps them hide from the city guards, simply because of his memories of Clare. As Sid and his friend speak with Clarice she admits that they are not here to kill a yoma (though people have been disappearing for the past few months) but are looking for a blind woman. Sid admits to knowing of such a woman, and in a short time later, they locate Galatea.
Clarice announces they are to take Galatea’s head, and without a word, Miata attacks. Though she has difficulty landing a hit, she is relentless in her attacks, only pausing when Agatha reveals herself, and in stopping her sword not to hurt a human. Though the revealing of the powerful former number two, Miata does not stop her attack on Galatea. She pauses on the orders of Clarice, where it is revealed she had been attacked by Agatha the whole time-and healing herself even though she is in pain.
Miata soon begins to attack Agatha once the awakened being not only attacks the city guard, but Clarice as well. Miata is able to cause a little damage, but is pinned once she loses her hands. Miata attempts to distract Agatha when she targets Clarice by throwing her sword with her reattached forearms. Miata pleas for Clarice to stay, but Clarice is frightened by the powerful being and runs away. Shocked, she attempts to stand up from Agatha’s causal talk of killing Clarice, but is forced down again by the tentacles running through her form.
She was nearly killed, but Clarice rescued her from that fate. Clarice starts to cry, declaring that she was frightened of Miara most of all. She was so small, but had faced greater dangers then herself, and yet was only hurt so much in this city. Miata starts crying, hugging Clarice, much to Agatha’s disgust. She prepares to kill the both of them, but is stopped by the ghosts of the North. Miata remarks of the strength of the group, but two stand out beyond the rest. She remains silent at Miara’s confession, and stays with Galatea and Clarice within the city of Rabona, to protect the residents.
Personality:
Now here is a rub. Her personality is hard to describe seeing as she is a fractured person with few words. Those that she utters would be that of a child, uttering the eerie cry for her mother, or declaring how disgusting the food she is eating just so happens to be. What she likes she will enjoy, and what she does not, she will declare in utter disgust. In short, Miata is not the easiest person to develop a friendship with. Or any sort of relationship, to be told. The only one she seems attached to is Clarice, and even then she had been attacked, and suckled, before forming the mother-daughter bond they now share.
She is of her own mind, with an intense focus: if she has a goal in mind, watch out! She is going to get it done. Or die trying. Whichever occurs first. She can get upset and frustrated from being balked, and will keep trying until she is put down or gets to the goal. That being said, however, she does have a quiet nature and is fully devoted to her parental figures.
She does not speak often, and it is unknown as to what goes through her mind. She does seem to have an analytical side, at least in fighting, and determining strength. Don’t expect her to get friendly though, at least not quickly. Most are perceived as a threat, a target, or as possible parental figures.
She hates bitter tasting foods and bathing. But these can be reflected as many of the childlike traits Miata seems to profess.
Powers/Abilities:
It has been remarked upon by the organization that Miata has the potential to become number one-if only there wasn’t that pesky mental instability. Still, she has the abilities that the average claymores possess: ability to sense yoki, greater stamina, little need for food, temperature regulation, swordsmanship, strength, speed. But Miata has her specialties as well. Though she is the offensive type, she does not have a special move with her sword. No wind cutter. No quick sword. Instead, she has a different fighting style based on her strengths. Miata has such brute berserker strength that she can tear yoma apart with her bare hands. She also has heighted senses which assist in her ability to fight instinctively, track other warriors, and determine their strength without having to sense their yoki. This ability allows her to use suppressants to hide her yoki from sensors such as Galatea, while using her heightened senses to search for warriors despite keeping their yoki constantly suppressed. There is also evidence that she has above average abilities in self healing, despite being an offensive type of warrior.
Limitations:
As with the other Claymores, her strength and speed will be reduced to half. She will be only able to release yoki once a month. However, her heightened senses remain the same, as there is little harm of her smelling, and listening to her surroundings. It doesn’t mean she won’t stay out of trouble, or get out of the way in time (though if you need for me to reduce, that’s fine. We can make her senses slightly better than a human).
Writing Samples
Log/Third Person Sample:
Fifty three. Fifty two. Fifty one…
She lost track of the backwards count in her mind, sniffing and looking around her. She knew this place of before. It was not Rabona’s forests, which she knew so well by now. It was another time. Another place that she was determined to push out. It was a simple homestead on the edge of a quiet little village. The house itself was well kept, fresh rushes upon the roof, the smell of wood smoke in the air. But there was something amiss. She sniffed again, wondering what it was that made her senses reel. Then, after a moment, Miata knew exactly what was wrong; it was blood, fresh spilled. Not that of a yoma, dead or injured. That would not have brought the same sense of alarm, the need to run. No, this was the blood of a human. And the reek, its undertones could only be-
She turned away, hands curling into fists on the sides of her head. No. This couldn’t happen again!
Miata did not want to suffer through the memory of this. Not again. How many times had she had this run through her mind, it always had the same view. She had to see what this was in the house to leave; she knew it. What Miata hated though was, the chaotic blur of emotions she felt every time this happened. A near, almost invisible shudder overcame her, before the claymore strode forward, sliding her sword from its clasps. Miata hesitated at the door-then violently forced entry with the blade. At first, it was difficult to see; as always, it was dim, the candles snuffed out, and the shutters sealed tight. Nothing wrong with the small claymore’s hearing though. She could hear the wet, smacking noises of a beast chewing on its dead prey. When her eyes adjusted to the light she could see herself. She was a surprisingly pretty young thing, considering. Considering she was a mess, her eyes wide with fear. Miata glanced towards the bed-
And then she woke up. Miata did little more but to shiver, and stare at the ceiling. Damn. That memory was still haunting her, still scaring her more than a real yoma could. They were nothing, targets only. She was no longer so helpless… was she…?
Miata closed her eyes, and made to nestle against Clarice’s back, as she always did. But there was no warmth. The spot was cold. Miata opened her eyes, sitting upright. There was no sign of Clarice being here; there was no sense of her smell, no noise to say if she was still here. Clarice Mama was not here. And there was only the smell of…Miata touched her chest in disbelief. Her fingers came back wet, and red. Blood. Her blood was on her fingers, fresh; from a wound she did not recall getting. What was this?
“…..Mama….?”
Journal Entry/First Person Sample:
[Briefly sniffing can be heard and an up close of a nose can be seen. Somehow, the camera to the phone was triggered without her knowledge. She can be seen examining the device closely; not realizing anyone could see her. She draws back enough to give viewers a glimpse of a silver colored eye, and a face covered by long blonde hair]
Bleeegh. Not yummy. Not good.
[She drops the device, with contempt on her features for whatever the strange thing is.]