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character name: Clarice
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: Battle with Agatha > Chapter 108
character's age: Unknown. Early twenties?
powers, skills, pets and equipment:
To begin with, in the series Claymore there is an organization known simply as such that harbors women who are half-human half-yoma hybrids. These women, referred to as "Claymore" by the humans they are to protect, are to kill and destroy yoma for the profit of the Organization. Most who make up these ranks were either sold, pried away from a demolished home, or had decided to join through free-will. Clarice is one of them. After a rather gruesome experiment and horrifying, gut-retching pain via transformation, most experience power far above human standards; however, Clarice is an imperfect hybrid. Her strength, speed, stamina, and overall ability in combat is reduced greatly. Even with her handicap among seemingly perfect creations, she is able to unlock a certain amount of hidden strength if the situation calls for it. Namely, if Miata, the girl whom she is assigned to keep watch over, is in danger.
Currently, Clarice has no signature moves or an official title that represents her, although she is called "Mud Head" by other warriors since her hair has retained its original color. Personally, this is simply because she does not have the capability of doing such anytime soon in regards to her performance in comparison to others of her kind.
As the name "Claymore" suggests, Clarice wields the signature double-bladed sword. Inscribed on the blade (as well as clothing) is her symbol that represents who she is among her peers. Aside from weaponry, she has armor and tight-fitting clothing that is standard for all of her kind.
canon history:
Due to her appearance and bottom rank, Clarice is subject to harsh treatment. As a product of her initial combat skills, her self-confidence is often unstable. She is, however, naturally inquisitive and often tries to rationalize situations. When she is selected to go search out the North for any remaining Awakened Beings among with another group, she is seen politely, if not timidly, requesting information. This shows that even while she is evidently intelligent, her inexperience leads her to believe that she can do little to help a given situation without some form of guidance, and she is often prey to both physical and emotional harm in and out of battle.
Somewhat further into her story, the Organization orders her to look after Miata, the current fourth-ranked Warrior and girl whose sanity is teetering on a string. She is immediately given the task of the token "mama". Once she realizes that Miata's mental state is that of a child, Clarice begins to have second thoughts about the validity of those she works for and her own existence. Pleased with being able to control the two, the organization then proceeds to give them the task of taking Galatea, the former number three's, head.
When attempting to fulfill her mission located within the holy walls of Rabona, she, Miata, and Galatea find themselves colliding with an Awakened Being by the name of Agatha. It is then that Clarice shows a different side. When Miata is wounded and in desperation, Clarice, in tears, retaliates. She attacks an enemy that could easily cut her into pieces and manages to release Agatha's grip on the other warrior. But she is still brimming with emotions. She is angry at herself for being such a coward beforehand, for Miata suddenly becoming harmed when she is so powerful, and for the overwhelming task before them. In a sense, Clarice is simply being human.
Seemingly watched over by some unseen force, Rabona- as well as those within- are saved by a mysterious group garbed in black. Who are they? They are none other than the ghost warriors from the North, those who should have died among their Claymore sisters seven years ago during the Invasion of Pieta. Clarice, still trembling, momentarily tries to confront them, but her strongly intact humanity causes her to disobey her original orders, to not slay Galatea.
When she learns of a theory that could possibly explain the reason for the appearance of so many Awakened Beings, Warriors gone past their set limit of Yoki through anguish or desire, she, in absolute shock, fumbles for an answer about everything that the Organization has printed within her very being.
Surprisingly, it doesn't take long for her to decide her path. She does in fact leave the Organization and stays in Rabona with Miata and Galatea.
personality:
At first glance Clarice is hesitant. While this is so, she is also very inquisitive and even intellectual. Often she will ask questions, yet there is a fine reason for that. No matter how hard she tries to analyze a situation, she does not have the countless battles behind her to give her a grasp on the events going on around her, that is, until she is assigned as Miata's aid and given the task of taking Galatea's head. Even then, though, she appears unsure of her own identity and choices when given and attempting to perform the task.
Her sense of humanity is more prominent than all the current and so far seen Warriors. This may be because she is an incomplete project. Frequently, she allows her emotions to take a hold of her actions, as seen when she lunges at Agatha, an Awakened Being rampaging in the holy city of Rabona. Clarice, while reckless, is of an extremely gentle and even maternal nature. Not long after Miata is attached to her at the hip, she, while frightened of the child's bizarre strength and blood-lust, still embraces her. Additionally, Clarice cannot find it in herself to kill Galatea after witnessing the events in Rabona.
To put it simply, Clarice is much like any human. She has her faults, but she tries to improve herself and overcome what obstacles are in her path.
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It's strange how the change of scenery can affect a person's mind. With the now looming, somewhat cracked and stained buildings all around, the ragged streets, and the ever present and ominous wafting mist, Clarice feels alienated and trapped, like a mouse stuffed in a laboratory testing.
Yet this is wholly familiar. She has been here before, seen the sights, felt the mist creeping along the back of her neck with whispers of dangers yet to come. Technology is no longer a foreign concept to her on a variety. She welcomes the windows that glare with gadgets and thing-a-ma-bobs of unknown origin.
The strange contraptions that roar and speed by aren't so strange anymore.
"This is..." The inexperienced Warrior begins to mumble, her mouth feeling dry. The sense of growing uncertainty pushes her gaze back and forth with worry. Even with the weight of her highly guarded weapon against her back, she feels heavy with dread. Was this a dream? Was her going back just a figment of her imagination? Was she going mad? She faintly remembers that her uniform was once burnt, but that's no longer a concern. It now clings tightly to her frame, uncaring of timelines straining together in her brain.
"What's going on?" Clarice wonders in disbelief, stuck between staring in open-mouthed awe and shrinking back in careful remembrance. "T-there's... no way. I'm back? Back here?"
The urban walls were now a familiar sight to her. They were seemingly charred in various parts yet nearly new in others. Just like nearly everything in this bizarre world, contradictions reigned supreme. Contradictions to what she was taught- more like forced to acknowledge- back home and had even seen with her very eyes.
But she is not ungrateful in the least. No, she much rather be here than in a world where she is constantly on the run, constantly hiding from the much dreaded men garbed in black. Come to think of it... The Organization: did they even remember about her? If they did, surely it was simply because of her ties with the Number 4, with Miata, the girl whom she was assigned to watch over.
A pause as she faintly recalls that the very person had once been present in the very place she was now wandering in. It wasn't a pleasant time, but then when was any time as a warrior that way? She mutters again, forcing herself to ignore memories of her times with others, of actual enjoyable moments.
What if no one who remembers her is left? What if she is all alone?
As a her footfall's clacks resound with every footstep, Clarice cannot help but begin to tense up, eyes straining, looking for anything. More specifically, this time, for someone recognizable. Not monsters. Not at this point.
It's a shame she doesn't notice a tree branch, somewhat high above, as it snaps and lands straight on her skull.
"Ugh-?!" She yelps, pride and vision dimming momentarily. Hesitantly, she shifts around, rubs her aching scalp, and lets out a noise of complete frustration.
"Why again?
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