Name: Belion
Gender: Male
Class: Claymore
Type: Offensive
Insignia:
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Likes:
Every aspect of Yoma hunting’s – blood boiling during combat, finishing importance mission, plotting a trap to surprise an enemy, satisfactions from receiving training & increasing combat abilities. In more peaceful mood, he likes the smell of herbs as a delicate reminiscence from the past. If he can afford to slow down for a moment he likes to pick a herb from the group and gently rub it between fingers for its smell.
Dislikes:
Arrogant people, luck of professionalism both his own or comrades, stupid ambitions of cocky creatures, Yoma -weak creatures who cant control their destiny, capable only to follow its never ending hunger and Awakened beings -for loosing their souls because of mental weakness & greed of strength.
History:
Family house was placed on the edge of village, my mother as everyday was filling with herbs scents atmosphere in a house. She was delicate build woman who was taking care of her only child, also a herbalist well known in village and its neighbours. Father, woke up much earlier and went to forest to find herbs for his wife and to check traps.
As an experienced hunter he provided family with food and moneys from selling furs and other trophies. As a nine years old child my life was cheerful almost all the time. Of course, few duties took most of my daytime, like helping mother to mix herbs or after father’s return, tanning animal skins. I had no reason to oppose parents’ orders. Everything they need me to do has always a sense. Well, … almost everything. As probably every child I get bored quite often and then realized my ideas with typical childish stubbornness…. Living the family house for two days to see the city located twelve kilometres without telling anyone was the last my idea I realized as a child. Joining Richard’s, the local smith caravan without his knowledge was such a smart and funny idea I could not resist. My skin was almost as tanned by my father as these poor animals I helped father with. Even mother didn’t say anything to me in next few days. That was even more painful.... The one good thing from this all accident was a promise the father gave me when family relations back to normal state. “In your next birthday I will take you with me to visit your cousin Ramiro, in the really great city, called Rabona”. Since then I was always in hurry, impatiently awaiting my birthday. Who could say those days will never happen.
‘I don’t believe days that start shiny, full of good atmosphere are safer than rainy or full of black cats ones’. One moment you running cheerful over the road or lazing and watching clouds on the sky, few hours later …… everything may change’. That was such a day. I was helping my mother with herbs with hope the father will back for a dinner, and after this I will get a permission to play with my few friends. The loud people voices was not scary for a first moment but after this screaming started. My mother runs to the doors to open it but he frozen when doors suddenly opened and we both saw my father with posture we never seen before. He was breathing deeply, covered with blood, with messed clothes and with half-mad glance in his dark eyes. ”Hide him...Yoma” were his only words and a moment later my mother force me to run to the kitchen and hide under floor to the little place he kept packages full of herbs. This place was darkened but I suppose I was not able to see anything on my eyes, overwhelmed by fear from sounds outside. The was like quick moves, slashing the blooded bodies, breaking bones, demolishing windows, doors, furniture. ... Like an eternity later sounds stopped, except one, which scared me even most, the sound of something’s huge, its steps on the floor, its deep breathing. The thing was disguised; I feel it with every cell of my body. The aggression, hatred, physical discomfort of staying in this place... my family house. I passed, maybe, because it not changed the quality and range of my senses.
The dream started, that was me living as everyday in family, doing jobs, playing with friends, only with third perspective, like small bird eyes watching me, my whole life. I knew I would get to a moment it’s stopped, the moment something terrible will happen. The red curtain from tormented senses gave me a little but empty inside rest. The first thing after that was a new, metallic sound, closer with every second, more and more realistic then my dream from earlier. My hideout begins to shake and was about to collapse. I heard something heavy hit the ground, than cover over my head blew up and the light blinded my eyes. I saw the ruined interior of my house, lack of the wall. But even something terrible on the floor tearing floor in agony did not hypnotize my look but the person standing over me with golden eyes, big sword in her hands, white hairs. She was definitely surprised but I was taken as a little package outside the house, to the ruins of village ones called Ermetto. There were more of them, two females, and two males. All covered with blood, sometimes their owns, from deep wounds. I saw many beastly bodies, Yoma – creatures that never earlier attacked my village, almost taboo, almost mystical and now ... so dead. In a one moment, such a monsters doomed the world I knew, tearing everything from my life for shreds.
These shiny people, “Claymores” they told me is a name the people call them. They quickly debate and start to move. I realized they plan to leave me in this place as the only living creature in the middle of nothing. Did I have the choice other than to follow then? They hastened their moves, trying to leave me a moment later after they realized I follow then, but a man appeared suddenly. He had black clothes and a partially masked face. One of females pointed me, shrugged and the group starts to move again, in speed I could never follow. The only person stayed was this black robed man. He came to me, asked for my name. Belion was the only word I spoken. He asked more... family, the past, and the future. The fatigue hit me hard; the dark curtain covered my eyes again, this time without visions.
After a week of regaining all of my consciousness, I realized what really happened and that my life will never like before. Organization did not let me to be devoured by pain of memories; there was always something to do. First, I have been doing many things, like cleaning houses or training rooms, weapons and armors from dust and blood of trainees, young Claymores. However the real training begun very soon and I joined the training class as a rookie.
I quickly discovered how dangerous it is to make appearance of too smart or ambitious. That was so much clever to hide my own potential, simply staying quiet and observe. Of course, the Organization have found they best way to use my potential and begun to specialize me the way they planned. There was always hard to tricky them. Their soul drilling glances informed me, they know everything, even my deepest secrets. The physical training was often refreshing for my mentally exhausted persona. Especially putting more attention in swordplay gave me a lot of satisfaction and cleared pain from the mind. As a Claymore who just received his symbol & number I will face the world as a completely new creature, with new soul, goals, new body with a mark of these I will exterminate with all my strengths. Yoma and forms beyond them, monsters who changed all my previous life in an instant.
Personality:
Almost all his life has been conducted by Organization. He was adopted by Organization too early to keep all of his human memories or behaviours from his “previous life”. The Organization didn’t care much to add something more then mostly soldier behaviours and knowledge of his limits. He was trained as a weapon mixed with a beast inside his soul, trained to have limited ambitions and none will to come against organization. Natural intelligence and instinct of surviving allowed Belion to plan his future more to his own plans, lowering the organization focus on him because of ‘stay in shadow’ style. He still wants to make a career in Organization however not with a high risk runs based on luck but by regularly increasing his strength using his will and knowledge about the world he lives." Better have a number a bit lower then number you cant defend by yourself" & "its better to be underestimated than being used over actual potential"are rules made by himself to survive. Hiding his potential however did not change the fact; the following Organization orders is crucial. With mask of cold, without external emotions he will do his job as professionally as possible with his actual abilities. Helping other claymores even if not comes from his heart but curiosity of their experiences or simply to complete an order, is still possible when needed not only during a missions. He does not trust anyone at start but after few trials, completing missions with others may create a new friendship. With interactions with humans he may be easily seen as a cold-hearted half monster, but his fillings about them may be not so bad nor aggressive, mostly dependent of humans common sense and knowledge of their place in food chain.
edited:14-04
NEW history
Modified personality
Added likes, dislikes
Some better grammar
edited:16-04
too young age issue - fixed
xx amount of gramma errors /dum
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‘Introduce yourself’ topic don't work correctly so I will use some space here:
- Hello everyone, my name is Andrew and I am from Poland. I’m a bit ‘Ancient’ probably because of my age, 35. Claymore, both anime & manga suprised me a lot, it was something so perfect to much expectations of a good story, I cant stop reading manga & watching anime serie regularly. Also, the need of closer contact with this great story and its funs bring me here. I hope we will all get along very well. I have few years experience with RP, but only ‘classic’ table style and in Polish.
- And yes, the correct writing in English can sometime be missing in my posts because I have only some experience with writing bossiness correspondence, nothing more. I’m sorry for this, I will try to not hurts your eyes to often and be precise in posts as I can (well, I should if I want my character to stay alive I suppose :huh:).
Best regards,
Andrew
This post has been edited by Belion on Apr 17 2009, 05:53 PM