Character Template, heres the general one I used on stoptazmo. It should be simple yet very informative.
Name: (Hopefully you'll use common sense here, meaning no Sasuke and Optimus Prime.)
Gender:
Rank: (Applicable only after a graduation exam, Please read it here.)
Insignia: (Every Claymore has one, design your own and post it!)
Race: (Human/Youma/Awakened Being/Claymore)
Type: Offensive/Defensive (Pick one if you're not a human)
Alignment: Law/Neutral/Chaos
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality:
Appearance: (Most probably just post a picture you fancy to be your avatar)
Special Skill: (Either pick one that you definitely like from the manga or create a skill but be warned it will be discussed amongst a group of mods or few mods whether it is a plausible skill within Claymore world. Generally alteration and biology is accepted)
History: Doesn't have to be long but could be worthwhile for you to understand more abour your character and let the fellow RPers know more about your character. Usually its recommended you write history prior to the events that led you to become a Claymore. Meaning how you were before you became one and the tragedy that caused you to lose family, etc. It lets us the mods see what you're capable of when it comes down to it.
Misc: Anything else you'd like us to know about your character that doesn't quite fit into the above given categories you add them here.
And here's the character app I posted on my own RP back on ST. View this as an example.
.:Name:. Sisteena
.:Gender:. Female
.:Rank:. Yet to be decided.:Insignia:.
.:Race:. Claymore
.:Type:. Offensive
.:Alignment:. Neutral/Evil
.: Likes :.The scent of Chamomille and Jasmine. Night time hours gazing at the brightly lit moon.
.: Dislikes :. Yoma and Awakened Beings. Arrogant cocky humans with a lust for Claymores thanks to the law and the decree Claymores must never harm human beings. Male Claymores and even worse a Male Awakened Being
.:Personality:. Loyal, independant and reserved, Sisteena may act coldly at times but she's actually suppressing her emotions in order to focus on her given mission. Sisteena could best be described as a lone wolf, relying very little on outside help to accomplish her goals even during team missions. Though she is trained to adapt to her surroundings and act if neccessary to her advantage she tries to minimise this adaptation to her surroundings if possible and prefers a front assault compared to cunning tactics unless required to.
.:Appearance:.
.:Special Skill:.Schweizersäbel: Sisteena stay calm and with a very strong spirit she initiates an awakening on her right arm carefully fighting her yoma so herself isn't pulled into losing herself to the fully awakened arm. By releasing her yoma energy into one arm alone she is able to transform her arm into a gigantic demonic arm coated in very thick armour plating much like awakened beings which can be used as a shield against blades and various weapons whilst acting also as a makeshift claw/gauntlet type weapon that can slash against an enemy with a monstrous force. As much as she has good control at maintaining this awakened arm without affecting the rest of her body her limit cannot go past anymore than 5~7minutes as the strain continues to break down the control rapidly should she go over the limit which eventually lead to her full awakening and she won't be able to return back into a human. But until her limit of 5~7minutes have exceeded she can fight calmly maintaining her human appearance without any distortion, however should she go past her limit she begins to distort very rapidly. Sisteena's specialty is her manipulation of her right arm's flow of yoki and its awakening. With this dramatic change in one arm she developed her own style of combat using the deadly potentials of her arm. What she lacks in speed she makes up for with strength and finesse.
.:History:. Sisteena was one of the many casualties of the north Vieena civil wars. Fleeing with her parents and sisters they travelled with other refugees leaving behind their native homelands towards the southern borders where they were promised food and shelter as well as means of survival in new lands. Despite living a nomads life from her young age she was a happy girl who had 3 older sisters who looked after her and parents whom adored her. Through the nomadic life they've encountered horrible bandits countless times but these bandits never left such horrible nightmares on one encounter where the refugees encountered a hungry dying man who looked like he was being hunted down from yomas. The same man travelled with the refugee and slowly recovered but mysteriously one by one refugees started to disappear in numbers. On one evening of full moon, Sisteena saw the same man enter her oldest sister Cecila's tent to exit with his hand drenched with crimson liquid. The girl informed her parents and the refugees surrounded the man questioning the whereabouts of Cecilia, torches and weapons drawn towards him. All Sisteena remembered seeing was the colour red as her surroundings soon smeared all over with blood and guts human remains among them her parents and other sisters lying motionless as a monster dug its colossal jaws into each living humans ripping their organs from their bodies. Shocked and traumatized little Sisteena watched the whole massacre happening right before her very eyes, her eyes try as she might could not close them as she fixed her gaze at the monster while her throat felt dry unable to scream or shout. Without remembering much other than the blood and gore spilt before her she passed out until she was awakened by a group of tall women dressed in uniform armors with swords as tall as they. A man in the black took her by her shoulders and that was the last scene etched into the back of her mind a nightmare that would haunt her forever. The place she arrived was a city, most of it buried under the earth with houses built on small caves dug around the rocky cliffs. Here she was trained to forget and lose her human heart for she will one day be rebirthed into the same warrior women who saved her and she would serve this organization as a Claymore.
.:Misc:. Because her family was massacred in the Northern parts of the world where a male awakened being had slaughtered them, Sisteena has been sent on missions around this area rich with snow almost throughout all years. Hence her choice of attire is slightly different and she wears a long cloak to blend in with the locals if she must. Sisteena continues the search for the Male Awakened who has barely escaped the Claymore organization last time when Sisteena was saved. Ah yes and lastly I know the pic I produced has the girl having black hair but I'm hoping you guys would have enough common sense to ignore that minor detail lol.
.:Past Story:.
The earth shook under the constant beatings it took under the steady drumming of hooves, warcries of twisted men and the screams of their victims screached against the town walls. Will of the wisps came to life and flew across the plains and onto the rooftops of many houses travelling in many arrows shot from the darkness outside. Local soldiers ran towards their comrades screams sounding loud horns while more fell on the opposite side of the town. Fires engulfed the town, its walls now painted in disgusting red colours, fires eating through the thick liquid the girl was pulled abruptly. Her own home met its end as a watchtower crumbled flinging heavy pile of bricks onto the building. They ran as swiftly and as quickly as their human feet could take them.
"Run towards the river bank! We must hurry!" The girl's father shouted as he lifted his daughter and cradled her into his arm. Sweat rained down onto his chin, his once fine moustache grazed against the girl's cheek leaving painful sensation, nontheless she found no effort to cry or resist in the shock of the events that happened all within less than an hour. One of the local guards led the way, he wore the insignia of their lord Cardinal Revalhad of the Rabona order. Coincidentally the first to flee the city. The civil war mattered no more for the once opposing church guards and the peasants whom rebelled. Under heavy confusion everyone was interested in one goal, their own salvation and survival. Hauberk in his hands and light armour made of hard leather hung from the guard as he made his way through the narrow passages taking his shortcut towards the river bank. She wondered why everything had to change so quickly even the air she once thought fresh felt heavy and tasted like a mixture of smoke and blood.
"There we're almost there!" exclaimed the guard and just as things looked brighter sounds of horses drew nearer accompanied by arrows whistling past narrowly missing their marks. Feeling that it was in his best interest the guard ran past the family, making his way towards the river bank where horses were stationed, he continued running until he stopped abruptly falling to his side with a piece of metal exiting through his mouth while toring open a fine hole through the back of his neck. The body trembled as if in disbelief before steadily coming to a halt laying still. While the attention diverted to the guard the family escaped through the walls one by one climbing over, covered by the building and the narrow passage they came from. The village and the inner cities now blazed in fires of purgatory as if great god Rabona himself placed punishment on the sinful city of residents whom rebelled and killed more of their own kinds. The girl stared back at her once home town, but smiled. She still had her family.
Day 12Other refugees from Vieena were found and the family did not hesitate to join the refugees heading South where they were promised fresh lands and a new start on their life under the rule of a fairer lord who recently claimed fiefdom in Vouskcany a Southern port town.
Day 27A lone man was encountered with serious injuries of which looked to be giant blade wounds. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy traveller's cloak and simple jerkins and pants the refugees have taken pity on the survivor of a tragic chase and took him to the camp. Embers glowed eerily as he was laid in the father's tent tending to his wounds were the girl's sisters Cecila and Claudine. Miraculously the man recovered exponentially leaving no trace of the wounds the refugees have originally discovered.
Day 29Something is strange, slowly one by one people have become missing and tonight something awful has happened....
The moon was full, its brilliance gazed down upon Sisteena as she watched the fireflies dancing in the night sky. Crickets sang and she lay next to her father tending the firewood and their dinner. A glimmer of speed caught her eyes but there was nothing there as if it had past by them without ever making a sound or existence, speed so quick that had it not been the reed flute in her hands bending with the wind Sisteena would never have noticed. A man stood behind Cecilia's tent slowly opening the entrance and sweapt past. Curiosity was strong in this one, the girl made her way towards the tent but slowly not to wake her sister or to alert the man inside. Her small figure hid behind the carrage next to the horses and trying not to make any sound she crept inside the carrage and tried to listen to the sound inside. Only she didn't hear any noise except for a plunge, the sort one would make falling a boots into thick mud almost and silence. What exit the tent was the same man licking the thick liquid of colour on his hand but that was the least scary when compared to the distorted eyes she bare witness. The man made his way towards the carrage slowly. While she remained still and quiet trembling in fear and knowing what came towards her was not man but something far sinister she dared not move a muscle nor scream for help. Fear of this creature constricted her heart and her very soul so much it hurt her yet she could not move.
"SOMEONE! ANYONE!! HELP!!!" a voice cried out in a loud shout behind the monster standing barely 10meters away from the carriage. The girl's father baring an axe in his two sturdy hands ran across the hill, his form and the cry from earlier alerted the other refugees as they came towards the scene of Sisteena's father and his arms quickly being severed from the father's body. Scaly fingers retracted back to the hands of the creature that was once man but in its place stood a monster of a being that frightened all.
"Its a Yoma!!! Run!!!" cried a refugee but before he could say anymore let alone his deathcry the iron hands ripped apart the boys vocal chords and his head fell back barely staying attached to the neck. Soon Sisteena witnessed horrors she thought she'd never see. Even the scene of bandits couldn't scare the girl so much as internal organs were ripped out from bodies after bodies from victims who cried and pleaded to be spared. What was wrong with this world? had she and the refugees really been sent to hell? The girl lay unconsious and motionless after seeing the scene before here, falled corpses and rotting organs surrounded before her with earth feeding on countless blood that sprayed across it. It was hopeless, she was going to die....
The place she awakened was not the place she last remembered as she came to. 4 women their hair uniformly matched each other's blonde colours while their eyes glinted silver, they wore unfamiliar armours and held swords taller then Sisteena in one hand as simple as if one would hold a twig.
"You're awake" Said a man. Sisteena looked behind her and noticed a man dressed in black, his eyes hidden behind the dark glasses while his bald head was covered by the matching coloured hat.
"You're awake" the man repeated and this time he gave her a slight and calm smile towards her. "It was a close call but if it had not been these women standing behind you, you would have also joined the rest of the refugees."
Thats right... she thought thinking back to the nightmares earlier. Dried up eyes suddenly swelled up and the girl burst into tears, her voice finally returned to her as well providing the girl with the ability to cry.
"Tsk tsk what a strange girl you are. Crying won't help you in anyway right now hmm... or would you rather follow your friends to their grave?" The shortest one amongst them lifted Sisteena off her feet and gazed into her hazel eyes. Only slightly taller than Sisteena but she towered over her with just her gaze from her cheerful silver eyes.
"Now now, theres no need to scare her." The man in the black casually cautioned the shortest warrior among the four and she smiled then patted Sisteena before taking a step back for the man to kneel before her.
"Little one, the girls before you have all gone through the similar pains and experiences you witnessed last night. They are what humans call Claymores, warriors designed to hunt monsters you've seen last night. If you'd like would you like to come with us?"