Scorched Application

[miata]

Out of Character Information

player name: Nammah
player livejournal: bluenaga
playing here: N/A
where did you find us? Enabled by the Roxanne mun via the get to know you meme, and knowing some of the players-I played with Lady mun in a game previous to this.
are you 16 years of age or older?: Yes.

In Character Information

character name: Number four, "Blood eye" Miata
Fandom: Claymore
Timeline: Post Rabona invasion arc
character's age: Roughly sixteen, possibly as old as eighteen.

powers, skills, pets and equipment:
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 basic physical abilities, not her sword. Miata has such brute berserker strength that she can tear yoma apart with her bare hands.

She also has heighten 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. It has been described that it is her taste, hearing, sight, and smell that has been enhanced so much that it develops into a sixth sense. However, if she is to track someone, she has to focus consistently on that person, and likely coached into making the effort. When she does, however, she can do so for miles (though the exact amount is not clear).

There is also evidence that she has above average abilities in self healing, despite being an offensive type of warrior. Her hands were ripped off at one point, and she was able to reattach quickly. Not only were they functional, but she was able to throw a sword hard enough to impale a human sized hand.

There are of course weaknesses to this. Though she may have raw physical strength, she does have to rest, like anyone else. She can be distracted, and she will not-can not, by training-kill humans. She's also highly emotionally strung without Clarice to handle her, and thus can affect her strength.
She will arrive through the door wearing her armor, her boots, and her double bladed claymore strapped to her back. She'll be healthy, with her hair freshly washed.

canon history: Short version
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, stoic 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. Or just some humans, not considered important.
Miata doesn't know much about the world around her, so will ask questions of the obvious. She'll ask the meaning of words, of concepts. She may have known how to read and write in her life before the Organzation, but it has been since repressed. What memories comes in bits and pieces-mostly in a memory that her parents were killed, and the comfort comes from suckling. Miata may very well be aware that they were killed by yoma or an awakened, but it is a fact she cannot face.

Without Clarice around, Miata varies in her mental state. She goes between her usual stoic state of being, to having fits- tantrums, really. Though she could communicate what she wants, the emotions she feels is too overwhelming. So she either bursts into tears, or resorts to violence-two actions she can fully understand in her child like state.

She hates bitter tasting foods and bathing. But these can be reflected as many of the childlike traits Miata seems to profess.

why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? Though she may not seem very grown up, Miata is a survivor. She has gone through physical, emotional, and psychological trauma, and come out on top. Maybe it will seem that she can not take care of herself, but in her canon, she's used to dealing with monsters and awakened bigger then her without displaying a whit of fear. Miata just pushes ahead, and doesn't look back. Monsters won't disturb her. Other things however...that will possibly assist in character development.

Writing Samples

Network Post 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. With a snort, she draws back, the light catching on the coloring of her armor, before she walks away.]

Third Person Sample:
She knew this place. This had come before. But she could not stop her legs from walking; she could not help herself from fingering her sword, like she did on days like these. It was always like this. She felt the unease as she looked around. But there was nothing amiss. There was the green grass, swaying gently in the breeze; there was the soft sunlight. She could feel the warmth of it on her face. This was a beautiful day. Miata always knew that it wasn't a perfect day. She just knew. The house-it was a simple cottage really. Thatch on the roof, made of stone. It was her place. Her home. She felt such longing, even as it mixed with dread. Though she loved this place, she was dragging her feet. But she kept moving forward, against her will. Compelled to see it. As always, she had to see that.
Quietly, she started to count under her breath. What was the amount of steps left? Twenty three. Twenty. Fifteen. Eleven. Six. Three.
One.
She barely had to touch the door, and it was gliding open without a noise. So unlike the reality. When she was young, she knew, she knew that it had been so heavy to push it open. It wouldn't be now: a mere twitch, and it would be open. A shove, and the door would crash. She wanted it to crash down so badly. But...it wouldn't let her. The blade slid out from its resting place on her back, so light and easy in her bare hand. But...but. There was a problem for that. There was the reek of blood in the air; fouler still was the scent of pierced guts. There was the wet smacking noises that came with it. She looked down, to the floor, under the bed. There she was. She was so small, shivering, eyes filled with tears. Coolly, she noticed that her younger self had lost control of her bladder. Urine and blood; it was not pleasant. Not like it would be for humans. The scent just was. She lifted her eyes to the dark forms on the bed-
Screaming. She could not stop screaming, didn’t remember starting. So. Much. Blood.

Anything else? Miata is going to be blunt as a baseball bat to the face. And ask a lot of things. Some of them may be obvious, but it's how it is.