#windcutter flora

[thaisibir]

Claymore backstory headcanons

(Yagi has set up a compelling world and cast of characters in Claymore, but so many of them have unknown histories, so that leaves a lot of room for interpretation. I thought I try fleshing out some of my favorite characters with my own takes.)

Miria: She was the daughter of the most talented tracker and scout in their village. Her father would coordinate search parties and patrols, working well within groups. She learned about leadership from him and greatly admired him. In her warrior days, she strives to follow her father's example. One day her father returned as the only survivor of his search party from a yoma attack. A smart girl who knows him well, Miria caught on to his suspicious behavior and realized he must be a yoma in disguise himself. She'd refuse his orders to come home or stay home. As a child she enjoyed racing other children for fun, often coming out as the winner. From those races she knew the village like the back of her hand. She'd run around ducking into nooks and crannies beyond the yoma's sight and reach, sending him on a wild goose chase until the village had time to call in a warrior to kill him. The warrior's handler was so impressed by Miria's spirit and intelligence that he recruited her on the spot.

Galatea: Though born with a humble background of no distinguished class, she was famed for being the most beautiful girl in her village. She married a man and had a son in her late teens. Their happy life as a family was cut short when a yoma killed and took over her husband's body, and Galatea had to witness him devouring their son. Rafaela was the warrior who intervened and saved Galatea's life. Ermita, the man who found Galatea in exile from her village and would become her handler, is the only one in the organization who knows of her past life. She never speaks of her deceased spouse and son to anyone, preferring to keep memories of them locked deep in the back of her mind. Galatea joined the organization as the oldest among the trainees, though her maturity served her well as she quickly rose through the ranks to number 3. Despite herself, her strong maternal instinct and soft spot for children never went away. She sees Clare as a wild child who often needs a firm hold on the leash, and dotes on the orphans in Rabona.

Sophia: Born into a noble family as the only child of a powerful and wealthy lord. She was a sickly girl whom her father doted on. When she wasn't bedridden and sick, she enjoyed singing. She survived many bouts of life-threatening fever and a yoma attack that killed her father and decimated her estate. Fearing she was a yoma too, the surviving servants sold her to the organization and fetched a hefty sum for her noble status. Since warriors don't succumb to illness as humans do, and stinging from the servants' betrayal and the loss of her father and home, Sophia's inner strength manifested as extremely powerful physical strength that led to her high rank and moniker within Teresa's generation. Noble roots are behind her elegant demeanor and polite speech. Unlike her peers, she's great at exchanging pleasantries to put regular folks at ease while on the job. She can sweet talk her way to staying in nice inns at a discount, mostly because she loves a nice clean bed and hates sleeping outside in the dirt and cold like a vagrant. The one thing she enjoys while being on the road is singing and humming to herself. Underneath her lady-like aloofness is a persistent melancholy and the ultimate wish for a quick death in battle that would end her warrior life, so she can be reunited with her father. In the end, she got just that.

Noel: Born into a family of traveling performers, Noel can't sing to save her life, but her acrobatic talent and prowess was put to good use as she'd astound the audience with daring somersaults and jumps. She was the only girl amid four brothers, so verbal spars and rowdiness among them was commonplace. Her family was attacked by yoma on a path through the woods, on the way to their next performance at a nearby village. Noel ran as fast as she could to that village, leaving her the only survivor. As a warrior, she loves to put on a good show while slaying yoma, giving it a performer's spin. Sophia poking fun at her acrobatics is always a sore spot. Noel is secretly jealous of Sophia's talent for singing, though she smugly enjoys her rival's discomfort with the nomadic life she had known since birth. So used to having brothers and her family allowing free reign of her tomboyishness, Noel feels out of place surrounded by girls and women as a warrior. The power system of attaining ranks and numbers stirs her competitive streak. It's the only thing that gives her some sliver of purpose in what she believes is an otherwise bleak and pathetic existence. Deep down she misses her brothers and wants more than anything, even more than being a top warrior, to see them again. She ended up getting what she wanted.

Irene: Born as an orphan with no memory of any family. She scraped by stealing from vendors in the streets for food and clothes. A shrewd observer and gifted with tactical intelligence, she'd gauge her targets from afar and work together with other orphans on joint thieving operations. But outside this, she has zero people skills and has no idea how to go about socializing and making small talk. When Teresa's hit squad stormed the inn, Irene let Sophia handle the payment and apologies to the innkeeper. After Priscilla's awakening, Irene was perfectly content and good at living as a hermit with no civilization in sight.

Flora: Born to merchant parents who made a living of selling and arranging flowers. She got initiated into the family business at an early age, and found her talent in swiftly yet elegantly nicking off thorns and other undesirable parts of a flower with a small knife. She was always soft-spoken, though sharing her extensive knowledge of flowers would break the barrier of her shyness. When yoma invaded her village, they destroyed her family's establishment while slaughtering them. The sight of crushed flowers smothered in blood was seared into her mind like a hot brand, fueling her desire to later grow strong as a warrior so she can cut down the ugly stain of yoma in this world. Born and raised in the warmth of the southern region, she despises the cold because hardly anything colorful and beautiful grows there (which she hid very well during the mission in Pieta).

[haxo-wolfie]

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Windcutter Flora

[mari-animates]

So I'm rewatching Claymore and y'all do not understand the devastation 13 year old me felt when Ms Windcutter Flora died

[dresspheres]

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[robustconviction]

[teresaandclare]

[mzt1418]

Wow, rewatching the Claymore anime, and I’ve got a specific thought I’d like to share...

So first off...I’m going to put these thoughts under a Read More line, because I got some shit to say. Secondly, spoilers, ok? Third, this is going to be mostly about just the anime, so if you’re here for anything about the manga, you’re in the wrong place, I’m just going to rant about the anime for a bit. 

So basically...Raki...Oh my fucking gods, you are so fucking useless. You did absolutely nothing throughout the entire series and I honestly just wish you hadn’t been there. Or if you remained, that it had been under different circumstances. If you had been removed, and Claire had overcome her almost-Awakening in the Cathedral all on her, own, I feel like it would have been much more indicative of her character’s strength of will and potential. I feel like you had no place in the series really...Even after the Cathedral, Raki does...Nothing...He’s useless and pathetic, and I just...Ugh...If he had gone north and run into Isley to legitimately train as a swordsman from like...The second or third episode, even fucking that would have been a dozen plus times better than what Raki did during the anime...And just think about how great that would have made the rest of the series...

Claire reverts to human form in the cathedral of her own strength, proving her willpower and potential as a warrior, rather than relying on a worthless character.

Claire managing to fend off Ophelia until the Awakened Being shows up and then runs away on her own because she’s not stupid enough to stick around.

After Ilena, she tries to avoid the Organization while she searches for information on Priscilla, and to gain strength as a warrior rather than looking for Raki.

After she gets caught by Rafaela, she heads north because of the information on Priscilla given to her by Rubel, with Jean in tow. They’re girlfriends, and we don’t have to deal with any of the painful-to-witness Claire x Raki bs.

Raki gets training from Isley because Priscilla takes a liking to him and Isley decides to keep him, and Raki develops a small crush on his teacher or even on Priscilla, which gives him some much more solid emotional development other than the absurd “I’m scared of Claire now and am going to continue being pathetic and useless until the end of this show.”

The ending happens as normal, except for the moment when Claire finally turns the tides on Priscilla, and Jean is the one to step in and stop Claire instead, on the pretense of she will not be able to revert from Awakened Form once she goes through with it, just like Priscilla did against Teresa before her. Having stepped in to save Claire, Jean lives, because I just think Jean is so good for Claire, they deserve eachother...And Raki scoops Priscilla up and takes her away...And fuck, that even sets up alot of the stuff for after the timeskip in the manga as well...

Also let’s just pretend Windcutter Flora lived and ran off into the mountains to live with Ilena as quicksword girlfriends please.

I just feel like Raki alone actually fucked up alot of the potential the anime had, and I would honestly have zero complaints about the adaptation as a whole if things had been different. Because let’s be real, Raki is only there for exposition, and for an attempt at emotional depth that kinda falls flat when considering how utterly pointless and cringe-inducing his presence is. He makes ZERO legitimate impact on the story, and it’s a bit of a shame to see...

[megaemperte]

Yo but the women of Claymore had some bitching names/titles.

Teresa of the Faint Smile

Phantom Miria

Rippling Ophelia

God Eye Galatea

Windcutter Flora

Like these are all great.

[reflectiondetonation]

i love how virtually everyone in Claymore except Clare has a nickname

“Teresa of the Faint Smile”

“Roxanne of Love and Hate”

“Phantom Miria”

“Windcutter Flora”

“Cassandra the Dust Eater”

“Drill Sword Jean”

“God-Eye Galatea”

“Priscilla the One-Horned Monster”

“Snake-Arms Helen”

“Alicia the Black”

“Muscular Sophia”

“Europa the Lazy”

“Wild Horse Octavia”

then there’s. our main protagonist

“yeah she’s clare”

[kokoro--attack]

12:54| Flora Vento-Fresa| heavily inspired by a Claymore character that I bawled for when she died|my Flora concept is that she’s a teaser and a quiet flirt| please don’t look up the last name, I separately google translated windcutter| Flora is a name I love and adore • • • • • • • • • • • • #kokorokireiart #inktober #inktober2017 #ink #drawing #drawingart #mine #follow #like #claymore #florawindcutter #baseoncharacter #inspiration #flora #art

[realwizardshit]

Flora Windcutter’s new Look

[disjunkt]

Epithet Clarifications?

Hey Claymore fandom! I’m currently revamping a fansite; it’s mostly a visual overhaul, but I’m adding some new tidbits.

What has changed since I’ve created the site is that I now own the English publication by VIZ Media. I’ve noticed some differences in the epithets, and am unclear on some others after cross-checking with the Wikis, so I wanted to ask here which version people generally prefer. I have read Claymore countless times via scanlation prior to purchasing the English box set, so to me, the versions I usually see in scanlation and in fandom come more naturally. :|a Since it’s a fansite, I do have the liberty to go with my own preference, but some input would still be nice!

Listed as follows: scanlation/fandom <-> VIZ Media

Stormwind Noel <-> Storm Wind Noel

Windcutter Flora <-> Windcutting Flora

Alicia the Black <-> Dark Alicia (wonder which it is in Japanese?)

Cassandra the Dust Eater <-> Cassandra the Dusteater

Also, two clarifications needed:

Is “Undine of the Twin Swords” official? I’ve noticed that the Claymore Wiki sometimes lists “unofficial” epithets and fan designations under “Alias”, but when something is an “official” epithet, it is mentioned so in the entry blurb on the respective character’s page. The latter is the case for Undine too, except I can’t remember where she was referred to as such. If you know, I’d be grateful if you could tell me!

Is “Ophelia the Blood-Soaked Warrior” (or “Blood-Smeared Wicked Warrior”) considered an official epithet? Clare refers to her as such when she meets her, most likely getting it from Miria, but Ophelia isn’t aware of having an epithet of her own. I’m wondering whether it counts as one if other warriors use it to refer to her without letting her catch on...

For context, I just want to make sure I’m listing these epithets correctly. :|a

Thank you in advance!

[lethalneuroses]

femslash february day 26

Flora/Miria with a hint of Hilda/Miria, night before Pieta, for @space-pirrate-watney.

She heard the sound of soft footsteps in the snow but didn’t bother turning to look. Even if she hadn’t felt the other warrior’s youki, she would have known who it was. All of the others were hopefully asleep or at least inside, spending what might very well be their last night alive in relative warmth and comfort, with friends and comrades beside them.

Outside where she sat on a rotting tree stump, it was freezing. The snow was falling thick and fast. If she had been human, she would have been concerned about hypothermia, but she had left such concerns in the past. There was something peaceful now about sitting in the bitter cold. The world was completely silent, muffled by the snow.

Before Flora’s quiet footsteps roused her, she had been thinking of Hilda. Of a hunt years ago and a swordstroke she could not take back. She had sworn then to take revenge on the Organization. But now all that might come to nothing. She might as well be one of the casualties the next day.

Would that be so bad?

In her time with the Organization she had visited many cities, many churches. She had learned the names and tales of many gods and heard countless assertions as to what came after death. A great deal of those churches had also been confident in one fact: Claymores had no souls.

What Miria herself thought, she couldn’t really say. After the world she knew, the life she had lived, it was difficult to imagine any happiness awaited her beyond the grave. But however small a chance it was, the chance to see her long-dead mentor and friend and love again seemed a chance worth taking.

There was a warm hand on her shoulder; Flora had closed the distance between them.

“How are the others?” Miria asked. She was relieved to find her voice was steady.

“Hard to say. Some are resting. Drinking. I thought about stopping them, but...”

She didn’t need to finish the sentence. Miria thought the same; why strip the festivity of an evening from them when they might all be dead tomorrow?

“I’m worried some of them are in shock. I found one girl crying, but she didn’t want to talk. It’s hard. We all thought we resigned ourselves to this when we became warriors, but we didn’t really.”

“You never stop wanting to live,” Miria said. “They can train us into weapons, but they didn’t eradicate that.”

There was silence for a few long minutes. Flora’s hand remained on her shoulder. Despite the chill of the night, it did not seem to lose its heat. Miria was very glad for the company. She had expected to spend the eve of battle alone, in a grim watch, reflecting on a bloody past and an uncertain future. It was nice to have someone else there. According to the value assigned them by the Organization, she and Flora were the most likely to survive the coming slaughter. But numbers meant little after all. Luck and will to live and unquantifiable potential existed outside of rank.

“How are you, Captain?” Flora murmured. She had leaned in, and her breath too was warm against Miria’s skin.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I—we—they won’t all survive tomorrow. Maybe none of us will. There were still things—things I wanted.”

She had not told Flora about her vendetta. Before this assignment, it had been risky information. Spreading it too far would have ended poorly for her. But now, with annihilation looming before them, what did it matter? They all knew they were pawns now. None of them cared for the organization that had sent them to die.

Flora’s arms wrapped around her, hugging her from behind. Her long hair fell in its waves over Miria’s shoulders. It tickled her skin.

“Tell me,” she said. Her voice was quiet, but still the only sound in that silent, snowy forest. “Tell me what you want.”

[robustconviction]

[teresaandclare]