Infomationing (Temp)
Aug. 5th, 2013 08:31 pmcharacter name: Roxanne (Of Love and Hate)!
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: 117!
character's age: Who even knows, Claymores don't age. She's an adult though. She appears to be in her 20s?
powers, skills, pets and equipment:
Roxanne has a bunch of powers from various sources! For the sake of sanity, we'll divide this section down a few lines.
Typical Claymore Abilities: She has all of these, just like any Claymore would. What this means is: superhuman strength, speed and durability/endurance. An odd resistance to pain. The ability to filter her system such that she can only become ill, intoxicated or poisoned if she chooses to permit those things to work, and the ability to choose how well it works. The ability to adjust her body temperature to the environment. Regenerative powers, including the ability to regrow things like eyes and reattach things like limbs. Energy reading and sensing, and a "bank" of yoki - the energy that fuels her powers - which can be drawn on to whatever degree she prefers at any time (though going over 80% risks awakening - losing her human side to the monster within, which would increase her power but also make her an amoral cannibal. Not that she isn't one already. ... yeah.)
During her first life, Roxanne was a Number One ranked warrior - the strongest of her generation - and is known to have been one of the most powerful number ones of all time... so it's fair to say that she has all of these abilities to an unusual/extraordinary degree... although how she got them to that point is a somewhat. Interesting. Question.
( one answered beneath the cut! )
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: 117!
character's age: Who even knows, Claymores don't age. She's an adult though. She appears to be in her 20s?
powers, skills, pets and equipment:
Roxanne has a bunch of powers from various sources! For the sake of sanity, we'll divide this section down a few lines.
Typical Claymore Abilities: She has all of these, just like any Claymore would. What this means is: superhuman strength, speed and durability/endurance. An odd resistance to pain. The ability to filter her system such that she can only become ill, intoxicated or poisoned if she chooses to permit those things to work, and the ability to choose how well it works. The ability to adjust her body temperature to the environment. Regenerative powers, including the ability to regrow things like eyes and reattach things like limbs. Energy reading and sensing, and a "bank" of yoki - the energy that fuels her powers - which can be drawn on to whatever degree she prefers at any time (though going over 80% risks awakening - losing her human side to the monster within, which would increase her power but also make her an amoral cannibal. Not that she isn't one already. ... yeah.)
During her first life, Roxanne was a Number One ranked warrior - the strongest of her generation - and is known to have been one of the most powerful number ones of all time... so it's fair to say that she has all of these abilities to an unusual/extraordinary degree... although how she got them to that point is a somewhat. Interesting. Question.
( one answered beneath the cut! )
[You hear the clanking sound before the screen flickers on - the sound of a Forge scattering across the ground, its buttons colliding with the floor - first audio, then visual and now...]
[Now, you're staring at the arena - not such an unfamiliar sight. Currently, it's lit from above, and you can hear the screaming of the crowd, and yes - if you look hard enough, you can see them, too, standing and sitting, cheering or motionless. Hundreds of people, enjoying the spectacle. And what spectacle is that?]
[Simply this: A man and a woman, engaged in the bloody art of combat.]
[You may remember one - a man whose wounds heal even as he suffers them. Large, and strong, and vicious. You may, too, remember the other - a tall woman, blond with flashing silver eyes, her curls in pigtails. Roxanne - one of the silver-eyed women who call themselves... warriors, or soldiers. Claymores. Currently she is missing one right arm... which rests some feet away on the ground. As expected from such a wound, she is currently on the defensive, it seems.]
[...or is she? Look closer, read her face, if you can see it clearly enough through the blur of motion. You may see a glimmer of amusement. The edge of a smirk on her face. Did you notice it?]
[Either way, things are about to change.]
I think that's enough of a show.
[You can hear her, barely, through the roar of the crowd. And in that moment, she stops defending. Stops moving entirely... and brings up her blade to casually deflect the man's broadsword. There is a shriek of metal on metal, and the broadsword's blade dislodges from its hilt and clatters to the ground, yards away.]
To be honest... I'm getting a little bored with it.
[The man runs at her, rage flashing in his eyes... but in an instant, she grabs his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, and flips him over her shoulder. He comes to rest right beside the Forge - close enough that you see her appear from seemingly nowhere, her sword pointed down held in two hands - two, where once there was one.]
It's not quite reattached, but it's good enough for--
[And then she notices the Forge, recording, recording... she raises an eyebrow.]
Oh! I don't know if that's allowed. We're not much in the business of free shows.
[A smile... and then she stabs the Forge through. The screen goes black.]
[Now, you're staring at the arena - not such an unfamiliar sight. Currently, it's lit from above, and you can hear the screaming of the crowd, and yes - if you look hard enough, you can see them, too, standing and sitting, cheering or motionless. Hundreds of people, enjoying the spectacle. And what spectacle is that?]
[Simply this: A man and a woman, engaged in the bloody art of combat.]
[You may remember one - a man whose wounds heal even as he suffers them. Large, and strong, and vicious. You may, too, remember the other - a tall woman, blond with flashing silver eyes, her curls in pigtails. Roxanne - one of the silver-eyed women who call themselves... warriors, or soldiers. Claymores. Currently she is missing one right arm... which rests some feet away on the ground. As expected from such a wound, she is currently on the defensive, it seems.]
[...or is she? Look closer, read her face, if you can see it clearly enough through the blur of motion. You may see a glimmer of amusement. The edge of a smirk on her face. Did you notice it?]
[Either way, things are about to change.]
I think that's enough of a show.
[You can hear her, barely, through the roar of the crowd. And in that moment, she stops defending. Stops moving entirely... and brings up her blade to casually deflect the man's broadsword. There is a shriek of metal on metal, and the broadsword's blade dislodges from its hilt and clatters to the ground, yards away.]
To be honest... I'm getting a little bored with it.
[The man runs at her, rage flashing in his eyes... but in an instant, she grabs his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh, and flips him over her shoulder. He comes to rest right beside the Forge - close enough that you see her appear from seemingly nowhere, her sword pointed down held in two hands - two, where once there was one.]
It's not quite reattached, but it's good enough for--
[And then she notices the Forge, recording, recording... she raises an eyebrow.]
Oh! I don't know if that's allowed. We're not much in the business of free shows.
[A smile... and then she stabs the Forge through. The screen goes black.]
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