A Gold saint could be fun....I'm toying with ideas.
This is more so directed towards other players: How well do we want to know each other? Logically we've all seen each other walking around, but I'm assuming some of us could have barely spoken to one another?
That is a very good question that we should adress. I intend to...once I get home and out of my uniform. But first incomplete character go!
Name: Clair
Age:17
Designation:Crow Silver Saint
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Element: Wind
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Clair is a rather lithe young woman with long, blonde hair that she usually wears in pig tails, and bright, hazel eyes. Her generous curves and pretty face hide a mind constantly struggling to coup with the decisions she makes, and the consequences of those decisions.
Story:Clair’s family, whose name she discarded long ago, were very wealthy and influential in her home country to the point that even the prime minister would visit them on occasion. Of course much was expected of the only daughter of the family who would present herself at every social gathering with a smile and kind word. She would be expected to make the highest grades possible in her private lessons, while also preparing for one of many preselected occupations that would look good in her true, political carrier. Her friends were chosen for her from among the children of other noble and wealthy houses, and she had to entertain possible suitors at least twice a week. Then disaster struck when rumors of her father’s love affairs with at least three other women came to light, along with pictures of her mother whipping and prodding servants. The claims of human trafficking, evidence of tax evasion, and pictures of business deals with third world slave traders all added up to her family’s fall from grace. That very same week, over seven other families, two other organizations, and one well known politic had their dirty laundry smeared all over the front pages and news casts of almost every form of media imaginable. An entire generation of modern aristocracy came tumbling down to the ground, and no one knew who to blame; no one but Clair that was. Part of her loathed what she had done, but the rest of her knew it had to be done.
It wasn’t that Clair despised her family, or that she wanted revenge; she just couldn’t stand all the corruption and selfishness any longer. All the pomp and dress, all the pretty things, all the false love and concern; it was driving her mad even as she smiled to those she saw as the worst kind of monsters. She gathered the evidence she needed, contacted the right people at the right time, and brought down her own brand of justice on those she felt were the guiltiest. Clair walked away from her home leaving her parents to sort out their own mess, intent to never return or use her family name again. She was just Clair now; the ugly little bird that didn’t just break the cage, but flew up to let loose the chain so it would crash to the ground. For a time she lived on the streets, using her education and athletic abilities to survive. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was better then the life she had. She could even smile and joke with others, but something still pulled at her even in those times. Drug dealers, gangsters, serial killers; even those that were at their lowest weren’t safe from the monsters of the world. Clair was usually so calm, and even gentle, but when one of those evil men or women was placed before her she became a vicious blade of judgment. Though she had never been formerly trained to fight, Clair had an athletic body from years of gymnastics and ballet. This on top of her keen senses and quick thinking made her a force to be reckoned with on the streets and back alleys of her chosen city. Even with this though she felt so small, and her actions felt so pointless in the greater scheme of things.
That all changed with a single kick planted square in the chest of a pissed off pimp. That kick was different from any other she had landed; it was almost like the wind itself swirled around her leg to make the attack twice as effective. Clair never forgot that feeling, and soon she was able to summon up that bizarre power any time she wished. When one of her victims, a crack smoking rapist whose name wasn’t worth remembering, screamed in fear and called her a Saint, Clair took note. She thought it was very odd to be called such a thing by a man whose balls she was crushing with her heel and whose partner had been blown thirty feet away by her flying round house kick. When she questioned others regarding this she heard fantastic stories of armor wearing warriors who fought evil and injustice. She didn’t believe the stories, even if these so called Saints seemed to have powers like hers. How could such “heroes” exist in the world yet allow such horrible people to have such power, or allow good, innocent people to starve to death on the streets or be abused by those with power? When one of these Saints approached Clair to invite her to train at Palaestra, her first instinct was to strike the man. The saints were real, and even with their presence the world was still in the shape it was. Instead of throwing her blow at the saint, she agreed and left to train that very same day. She decided their and then that she would become a saint, and would use that power to make things right and the world.
Clair wasn’t sure what she could do at the time, but upon becoming the Crane Bronze Saint at age fifteen she knew that the further she went, the more power she would gain. The more power she gained, the bigger difference she would be able to make in the world. When a young silver saint attempted to take advantage of a younger bronze saint in the worst way, Clair decimated the Silver Saint in one of the most visceral fights in Palaestra history. This would have usually led to her dismissal from the academy, except the moment she won something no one could have expected happened. The Crow Constellation shined down on her like a shadow in the sky and granted her the Crow Cloth, thus promoting her to the rank of Silver Saint. Many were, and still are shocked by this development and have begun to question what it is to be a saint. Less then a week has passed, and the brutal beating that Clair laid down is still fresh in students’ minds. Few know the truth; that Clair was only preventing the forced deflowering of one saint by breaking down another with a righteous fury. Still, for Clair her new cloth suits her better then her beautiful bronze cloth. Clair wasn’t suited to be a beautiful crane; she was far more comfortable as a dingy crow.
Clair's cosmo is strong, but creates an air of sadness mixed with confusion. This changes once she has found a foe to defeat. Her cosmo becomes like a murder of crows that tear and rip at a victem until they are left with nothing but their bones.
Special Techniques: Special Techniques: Gust: Sends darts of compressed air from the tips of Clair’s fingers to pierce an opponent from a distance. While accurate and easy to use, the technique isn’t very powerful and is used more against unarmed or unprepared foes, as well as a means to distract or maneuver a foe into a certain position.
Gale: Uses wind cosmo to increase the power of Clair’s attack. The technique can be used to make her attacks pierce or slash a foe more ably while also allowing her to discharge her cosmo to blow an opponent away. Clair can use this technique rather passively and it consumes very little cosmo on her part.
Murder: Clair spreads a pair of black wings made form Cosmo that erupt into a murder of ethereal crows that peck and gash opponents until they are reduced to bones. Others might call it a recruitment drive for Hades’ forces if not for Clair’s insistence of using it against only those she feels deserve such a brutal end.
Morrigan: When Clair’s fury reaches its highest, her black wings spread, her right eye glows red, and her cloth turns solid black with small flares of black cosmo sparking from her body. At first it seems nothing much has changed, until the first of her foes falls with a dozen shadow lances riddling their body. In this state, Clair has shut off most of her emotions and devotes her entire being into killing the foes before her. Her Gale technique is even sharper and she can produce thin lances of black cosmo that can be used at close range or thrown for a long range attack. She is constantly surrounded by a wind wall that lacerates anyone or anything that gets to close to her. Her physical and cosmo based abilities are boosted to some extent as she burns her cosmo almost constantly. Her wings constantly grow smaller as she fight signifying the burning of her cosmo, and for this reason she cannot use her Murder technique. After the ability deactivates, she is left mentally and physically weary and often needs a good day or two in order to recover.
Nevermore: Perhaps Clair’s most powerful and deadly technique, it is one she uses lightly and often does not use to full effect. By placing her hand on a victim’s chest she can use precise control of wind cosmo to vacuum out the air in the lungs. She can use this to knock the air out of their lungs, or even suffocate them. Usually, however, she can’t stand the look in her victim’s eyes and simply ends at leaving them half dead or unconscious. When she is desperate enough, however, she can use this ability to drag out their cosmo as well, breathing it in herself to restore her own strength. She isn’t fond of this tactic as it is an unnatural feeling, and the amount of cosmo gained from it is only whatever was in the victim’s lungs at the time. Most likely, Clair could use this most effectively while kissing an enemy, but such a “kiss of death” doesn’t sit well with her, and she has yet to attempt such a tactic. With time she may even be able to use this ability at a distance or over a wide area against multiple opponents, but as she has only recently developed the technique it will most likely be some time before she develops such a version.
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