Annihilation FAQ (frequently updated)
1)What are Claymores?
Claymores are women handpicked by the Organization at their childhoods. Their bodies are infused with demons, giving them super human strength and agility. The body fusion process is described as being very painful though much of it is left to the reader’s imagination. This ‘gift’ is unique to each Claymore as all of them are different in both power and abilities.
They are trained since childhood in how to use a sword and on how to hunt demons. The lower ranked warriors are given basic training while the high ranked warriors are given training that specialize them according to what their natural gifts are. They are also taught the Organization’s rules and to obey them above all else.
The Claymore ranking system is very simple. Each rank is a number, from one to forty seven. The number one ranked warrior would be deemed the strongest by the organization, while number forty seven would be deemed the weakest. Even the weakest Claymore is capable of defeating a demon in one on one combat. There’s also a large gap in power between ranks, especially at rank five and below. It’s not unusual to see evenly powered Claymores competing for rank against each other, however. Their rank is also considered a second name.
Claymores are typically nearly six feet tall (around 180cm) and they all have silver eyes. If a Claymore is seen without her uniform, that is the feature that gives her identity right away. When fighting a strong foe, their eyes turn gold and almost beast-like as they tap into their demonic powers. Their hair is discolored and it can vary from many shades of blond, silver and white hair. Some Claymores also develop elven-like ears though very rarely when they become warriors.
Claymores have slim bodies, because they don’t eat as much as humans. In fact Claymores can stop eating for as much as three days and it won’t have any effect on their performance. When they decide to eat it’s only a very small portion, however, some Claymores are known for eating more than an average human. Those Claymores do not appear to gain much weight or any weight from their habit.
Once a Claymore is deemed worthy to carry out solo assignments for the Organization, she is given a unique mark. This mark can be seen on their uniform at their chest, her sword or her Black Note. Despite the many generations of Claymores, each mark is unique. Their mark is like their fingerprint and the only way others can identify the bearer of the mark is by knowing it before hand.
The most distinctive difference between Claymores is their types. There are two types: offensive and defensive. Claymores do not pick their types, their type reflects on the way they battle and even their personalities. Offensive warriors are powerhouses and their strategy is to defeat the enemy quickly before the same can do any harm to them or kill them. Defensive warriors care more about their self protection and are very hard to kill, especially if their regeneration capabilities are advanced.
All Claymores are capable of regenerating their wounds, to some extent at least. Defensive Claymores can regenerate lost limbs and even vital organs according to their power. Offensive types can rejoin recently lost limbs and wounds that do not affect their vital organs. Even the highest ranked offensive Claymore cannot regenerate as well as a defensive one. Due to their extreme survivability, the most effective way to kill a defensive Claymore is to remove the head from the body.
Claymores have to constantly struggle with themselves because the more they use their demonic powers the higher the risk they are in losing control. When a Claymore loses control of her demonic power, she might turn into an Awakened Being. This is a fate that awaits all Claymores other than death. Thankfully not many Claymores become Awakened Beings as many decide to end their own life. If that isn’t possible there’s also the Black Note system. The Organization, Awakened Beings and the Black Note system will be covered ahead.
2)What is the Organization?
Coming soon.
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End of FAQ
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Chapter 1: The Saga Begins
The moonlight lit up the small town of Lilo. The wind blowing gently as it scattered the golden and auburn leaves of Fall. Lilo, deep within the Great Plains, was distant from civilization but thanks to it's famous apple orchards many traders flowed in making the town prosper exponentially. The peaceful town of Lilo, most of its inhabitants were asleep. A small house down the main street. A faint source of light could be noticed past the window. The front door was banged open. An eerie scream invaded the atmosphere.
A new day. Worried villagers gathered in front of the house forming a curious mob. A brave young man enters the house to investigate. The boarded floor of the living room was covered in blood. A dreadful smell filled his nostrils. He started to make his way towards the only bedroom of the house. He slowly turned the door knob and took a peek inside. His eyes were wide open with the horror he saw. He immediately runs out of the house. Completely ignoring the crowd, he hurls over right in front of them.
“The entire family was murdered?!” The man slammed his fist on the table, eying the elderly man seated behind it. “Not murdered. They were eaten alive. Devoured. This is the work of demons.” The middle aged woman broke her silence. “When people are ripped open and their organs go missing, there's only one conclusion to draw. We have a demon in our village.” The others village gathered there started whispering to one another and some yelled in protest.
The elderly man, who is the town elder, placed his palms on the table and stood. He rubbed his gray mustache with the back of his thumb then takes in a deep breath. “I've called for help.” He walked over to the lit fireplace and stared at the blaze for a moment. “A Claymore should arrive today.” His voice sounded disturbed. “A Claymore?! A Silver Eyed Witch?!” The man protested, yelling a bit too loud for his own good. “Yes, I've contacted them. They are the only ones that can sense and fight the demons.”
The Town Elder turned his eyes to the door as he started to listen to metallic footsteps. A young woman hearing a distinctive pale gray uniform with close fitting shirt and pants. Her sabatons clanked softly on the stone floor. Her spaulders and vambraces shimmered with the sunlight. She wears a metallic fauld around her waist. Her short cape fluttering with the breeze along with the bangs of her short blond hair. She wears a piece of black fabric around her neck, bearing a mark colored in white. Her icy blue eyes scanned the room.
“You are early.” The Town Elder walked over to greet her. Suddenly purple blood gushed out and splattered on the wall. The middle aged woman's body was severed into two. Her upper half started to slowly crawl over to the Claymore and grabbed her ankle. Icy blue eyes glanced down upon her and she slowly pulled an immense two handed sword from behind her shoulder and thrust it into the woman's head. The sword was twisted twice. The severed woman lied there now lifeless. The sword was slowly removed and swung aside, splattering blood, pieces of flesh and hair, on the floor.
The sword now clean was returned to it's sheath. “Job's done.” The Claymore left, leaving the townsfolk perplexed. She stood motionless at the village gate, looking up at the bronze plaque bearing the town's name. The town elder approached her again, this time carrying a large bag on his hands. “Miss, I have your money.” He shook the bag slightly and the coins inside announced their presence with that unmistakable sound. She looked back at him over her left shoulder. “A man in black will come by later to collect it. Give him the bounty when he arrives.”
“We will.” The town elder humbly turned his gaze away from hers and left. Her gloved hand reached up to her forehead and she ran her fingers through her hair. She sighed softly and stared at the road ahead. Her slender and elegant frame was silhouetted by the bright sun. She smiled slightly and left the village behind, heading to the woods nearby. She had been walking for minutes now. She placed her palm against a tree and stared at it's roots. “Victor?” She whispered as she leaned her body weight onto the tree.
A man dressed in black approached her from behind and came to a halt at an arm's length away from her. “Well done.” He crossed his arms with a smirk on his lips. His face turned serious as he turned his face towards the east. “Five days on foot from here is the town of Tristan. It has been destroyed by demons. Normally we would not take assignments like these but a neighboring village promised to pay us.” He removed his scarf and rested it on his shoulder.
“You are the one closest to the target. No matter how many demons are there or any lesser details. Annihilate them all. Understood?” His hands dropped to his sides as he glanced at her again.“Yeah.” She leaned off the tree and begun walking away. “Monica.” The tone of his voice seemed hesitant at the least. She halted, not bothering to look back at him. “You've been promoted to number twelve. Congratulations.” He turned his gaze back to her. “Thank you.” She sounded indifferent. Dropping her shoulders, she resumed to walk away. Victor smirked again as he watched her go.
“96th class, 764th soldier, Monica. She can instantly strike her enemy from a great distance with her sword severing all in her path and with supreme precision. Being able to out range opponents with ease makes her a foe to be respected at the very least. This earned her the alias 'Zephyr Sword Monica.' I wonder what the Organization has in store for her future."
Back in the town of Lilo, the townspeople gathered at the corpse of the severed woman. She had changed by now back to her true form. Her skin was now dark, her ears were sharp and she had grown large claws on her hands. “She didn't even give the demon a chance to react. This is what they call a Claymore?” The man looked at the bloody remains in disbelief.
Monica stood on a cliff, overlooking the valley as the sun started to set behind the lake. Quite a beautiful scenery. “Number twelve isn't enough.” She shrugged.
Edited by Overdose, 24 October 2008 - 20:00.