Post by clow on Nov 17, 2007 16:10:15 GMT -5
Name: Clow Strife
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Hume/Cetra
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132
Appearance: Normal Face when not angry. i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/Clowyounger-face.jpg
Curse Mark Face when angry
i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/Clowcurse-mark.jpg
Full body
i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/ClowHardEdge.jpg
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: Clow's desire to get stronger is the dominating factor in his interactions with others and takes precedence over all else. As such he is initially unconcerned with the concepts of socializing, be it with his teammates or the many girls in his age group vying for his affection. Later revelations Clow begins to value his teammates more than he did during their first meeting, while he tries to deny this, his willingness to risk his life to help them even if it could mean never getting a chance to kill Sephiroth or Weiss slowly begins to manifest.
History: Clow Strife is the combination of Cloud Strife genes and a Cetra DNA injected into a child. As a child Rosso the Crimson would take care of him like a Mother would her god given son. Argento the Silver would train him to the best of her abilities. Azul the Cereluean would teach him how to transform and control himself. He was raised in DeepGround and forced to fight to keep his worth. He always wanted to see the outside world. He wanted to prove himself, to other people not the SOLDIERs he knew that he was destined for greatness. Clow's desire to get stronger is the dominating factor in his interactions with others and takes precedence over all else. As such he is initially unconcerned with the concepts of socializing, be it with his teammates or the many girls in his age group vying for his affection. Likewise, Clow is not interested in working with Zax Fair or Tifa Fenrir (introducting them later) for the good of the mission, believing himself to be much more talented and that working with them will only make him weaker. , Clow begins to discover that these perceptions are inaccurate; Tifa is a valuable source of information, and Zax is an effective ally and incentive to get stronger. Later on they plot to escapse from DeepGround to see the outside world.
It also seems that Clow has a Curse Mark of Malice on his neck, it gives him a boost of power when he is angry and decides to use it. Its unknown how it there. It requires Malice, Hatered, and Anger to use it.
Other: He holds some of Cloud Strifes memories.
:It Begins: This a battle that scene i have already made if u played ff7 then u know what part, what disk, what battle and stuff. Where its at too.
Fittingly, it was raining that night. The rain lashed down from the skies, and thunder roared across the heavens.
They thought they had seen the last of him.
There were wrong.
The warped and over-sized shape of his Hellectic form lay across the grating, the rain coating it with a fine sheen. Clow, Tifa and Zax turned to leave, the Mako Cannon's controls disabled. Nothing could reactivate them now. Then they heard a strange sound, like someone pulling themselves out of a mire. Each turned and saw another abomination pulling itself from Hellectic's corpse.
A tentacle ran down the back of his head, where his ponytail had been in his human form, and another took the place of his legs. He flopped across the floor, seemingly helpless. Tifa dimly heard Clow swear behind her, and the soft grate of Zax drawing his sword in preparation for battle.
Then he took to the air, psionic energy holding him aloft at the height his legs would have if they still existed. An unnatural freak, you may say. Zax agreed, that night, when they had seen too much blood spilt, by friends and foes both. All because of this man's sin so many years ago. So, Clow decided to fight him himself -- another unnatural freak, but within him was something ancient and angry.
A natural freak...or perhaps, supernatural freak.
A demon, older than worlds, bound to Clow's body through some unknown alchemy.
Cursed Clow. When its energy shot from his body, they understood that only a monster could defeat this monster, and stepped back. The energies released wracked and changed Clows body, until it stood in his place, their minds as one. Sometimes, they bougth fought and still fight for control, but this time, it and his purpose was one.
What was left of him, of his mind and soul...untouched by Jenova's taint...Clow cannot say and dare not think. However, he recognised the challenge and with a shriek, charged. Clow replied with an unholy roar of its own, and rushed to meet the battle.
At first, our battle was in the realm of mortals -- they fought on the walkway by the Cannon's control panel, utilising the skills they had both paid horrendous prices for. Hojo wrapped his serpentine lower body around Clow arms and wings, lashing out with the scythes that had replaced his arms, and the appendage on his head slapping its poisonous barb at Clow.
Unholy fire glowed in Clow' eyes, and it summoned spectral skulls to harry him, and as he fell back, its wings became as hard as sabres, and Clow struck at him with them.
Zax and Tifa...they watched on, silently, hoping that he would win the battle with him, and then with himself. They did not interfere, except to offer to heal Clow when they believed he was flagging. Clow constanly rejected with a shake of his head.
Then, abruptly, the fight parted, and we warily circled each other. One way or another, the struggle would be decided by fate, or some other force -- we were too evenly matched in terrible power. Hojo studied Clow, and then, silently, flew upwards into the sky. Hojo spread its wings, and Clow too, took to the heavens.
A war in heaven...between two demons...truly, the universe has a perverse sense of humour.
Somehow, Clow could sense Cid VII's airship above him, somewhere. The cost of failure was obvious -- their lives, extinguished. And so, Clow gave into the demon's words inside my head for the only time, and channeled it all -- Clows hatred, for him, the ShinRa, myself; his despair; his disgust; his guilt; his sadness; his pain -- He channeled it all into his blows.
He reeled from each hit, but none of them fell him. Clow poured more and more into each hit, but still he endured. However, once he remembered Rosso, and the love I had felt for her (yes, even then his used the past tense - love so long unrequited and so badly abused scabs over, but, like all love, never truly heals) and the suffering he had inflicted on her...
Yes, in the end it was love that gave Clow the strength to beat Hojo.
Clow kept it by himself through force of will, and borrowed its unholy strength to grab the abomination. It broke his back and threw it to the ground with all its might. It then staggered in mid-air and broke into a dive. It would soon relinquish its hold on me, on the material world.
To be continued cuz I gotta go...........
You are walking in a forest and find a nearly dead deer. What will you do? - leave it let nature take its course. Something around here is hungary...very hungary....
You are trapped in a cave with you friends (if you have any) and are running extremely low on food. What do you do? - break through the cave summon my GF and blast through it.
Your best friend turns on you and is trying to kill you. What do you do? - put up a fight
You are new in town and a friendly face comes up and introduces themselves and offers to show you around. What do you do? -
look quietly at the town and walk off before I get MAAAADDD!!!!
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Hume/Cetra
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132
Appearance: Normal Face when not angry. i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/Clowyounger-face.jpg
Curse Mark Face when angry
i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/Clowcurse-mark.jpg
Full body
i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/ClowStrife/Characters/ClowHardEdge.jpg
Alliance: Neutral
Personality: Clow's desire to get stronger is the dominating factor in his interactions with others and takes precedence over all else. As such he is initially unconcerned with the concepts of socializing, be it with his teammates or the many girls in his age group vying for his affection. Later revelations Clow begins to value his teammates more than he did during their first meeting, while he tries to deny this, his willingness to risk his life to help them even if it could mean never getting a chance to kill Sephiroth or Weiss slowly begins to manifest.
History: Clow Strife is the combination of Cloud Strife genes and a Cetra DNA injected into a child. As a child Rosso the Crimson would take care of him like a Mother would her god given son. Argento the Silver would train him to the best of her abilities. Azul the Cereluean would teach him how to transform and control himself. He was raised in DeepGround and forced to fight to keep his worth. He always wanted to see the outside world. He wanted to prove himself, to other people not the SOLDIERs he knew that he was destined for greatness. Clow's desire to get stronger is the dominating factor in his interactions with others and takes precedence over all else. As such he is initially unconcerned with the concepts of socializing, be it with his teammates or the many girls in his age group vying for his affection. Likewise, Clow is not interested in working with Zax Fair or Tifa Fenrir (introducting them later) for the good of the mission, believing himself to be much more talented and that working with them will only make him weaker. , Clow begins to discover that these perceptions are inaccurate; Tifa is a valuable source of information, and Zax is an effective ally and incentive to get stronger. Later on they plot to escapse from DeepGround to see the outside world.
It also seems that Clow has a Curse Mark of Malice on his neck, it gives him a boost of power when he is angry and decides to use it. Its unknown how it there. It requires Malice, Hatered, and Anger to use it.
Other: He holds some of Cloud Strifes memories.
:It Begins: This a battle that scene i have already made if u played ff7 then u know what part, what disk, what battle and stuff. Where its at too.
Fittingly, it was raining that night. The rain lashed down from the skies, and thunder roared across the heavens.
They thought they had seen the last of him.
There were wrong.
The warped and over-sized shape of his Hellectic form lay across the grating, the rain coating it with a fine sheen. Clow, Tifa and Zax turned to leave, the Mako Cannon's controls disabled. Nothing could reactivate them now. Then they heard a strange sound, like someone pulling themselves out of a mire. Each turned and saw another abomination pulling itself from Hellectic's corpse.
A tentacle ran down the back of his head, where his ponytail had been in his human form, and another took the place of his legs. He flopped across the floor, seemingly helpless. Tifa dimly heard Clow swear behind her, and the soft grate of Zax drawing his sword in preparation for battle.
Then he took to the air, psionic energy holding him aloft at the height his legs would have if they still existed. An unnatural freak, you may say. Zax agreed, that night, when they had seen too much blood spilt, by friends and foes both. All because of this man's sin so many years ago. So, Clow decided to fight him himself -- another unnatural freak, but within him was something ancient and angry.
A natural freak...or perhaps, supernatural freak.
A demon, older than worlds, bound to Clow's body through some unknown alchemy.
Cursed Clow. When its energy shot from his body, they understood that only a monster could defeat this monster, and stepped back. The energies released wracked and changed Clows body, until it stood in his place, their minds as one. Sometimes, they bougth fought and still fight for control, but this time, it and his purpose was one.
What was left of him, of his mind and soul...untouched by Jenova's taint...Clow cannot say and dare not think. However, he recognised the challenge and with a shriek, charged. Clow replied with an unholy roar of its own, and rushed to meet the battle.
At first, our battle was in the realm of mortals -- they fought on the walkway by the Cannon's control panel, utilising the skills they had both paid horrendous prices for. Hojo wrapped his serpentine lower body around Clow arms and wings, lashing out with the scythes that had replaced his arms, and the appendage on his head slapping its poisonous barb at Clow.
Unholy fire glowed in Clow' eyes, and it summoned spectral skulls to harry him, and as he fell back, its wings became as hard as sabres, and Clow struck at him with them.
Zax and Tifa...they watched on, silently, hoping that he would win the battle with him, and then with himself. They did not interfere, except to offer to heal Clow when they believed he was flagging. Clow constanly rejected with a shake of his head.
Then, abruptly, the fight parted, and we warily circled each other. One way or another, the struggle would be decided by fate, or some other force -- we were too evenly matched in terrible power. Hojo studied Clow, and then, silently, flew upwards into the sky. Hojo spread its wings, and Clow too, took to the heavens.
A war in heaven...between two demons...truly, the universe has a perverse sense of humour.
Somehow, Clow could sense Cid VII's airship above him, somewhere. The cost of failure was obvious -- their lives, extinguished. And so, Clow gave into the demon's words inside my head for the only time, and channeled it all -- Clows hatred, for him, the ShinRa, myself; his despair; his disgust; his guilt; his sadness; his pain -- He channeled it all into his blows.
He reeled from each hit, but none of them fell him. Clow poured more and more into each hit, but still he endured. However, once he remembered Rosso, and the love I had felt for her (yes, even then his used the past tense - love so long unrequited and so badly abused scabs over, but, like all love, never truly heals) and the suffering he had inflicted on her...
Yes, in the end it was love that gave Clow the strength to beat Hojo.
Clow kept it by himself through force of will, and borrowed its unholy strength to grab the abomination. It broke his back and threw it to the ground with all its might. It then staggered in mid-air and broke into a dive. It would soon relinquish its hold on me, on the material world.
To be continued cuz I gotta go...........
You are walking in a forest and find a nearly dead deer. What will you do? - leave it let nature take its course. Something around here is hungary...very hungary....
You are trapped in a cave with you friends (if you have any) and are running extremely low on food. What do you do? - break through the cave summon my GF and blast through it.
Your best friend turns on you and is trying to kill you. What do you do? - put up a fight
You are new in town and a friendly face comes up and introduces themselves and offers to show you around. What do you do? -
look quietly at the town and walk off before I get MAAAADDD!!!!
