Post by Clair Bastion on Jul 21, 2011 21:55:49 GMT -5
BASTION CLAIR
Name: Clair Bastion
Alias: The Twin Sister
Birthday: month and day
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Position: Big Sister
Allegiance:Sophia Lamb, Little Sister
Blood Type: A
Plasmid:
- Level 1 Incinerate!,
- Level 1 Hypnotize
Special Abilities:
Secondary basket-for carrying two Little Sisters at once. The two baskets are slightly smaller than the normal single basket, and each also has a pillow and blanket in the bottom. One of the baskets is collapsible, appearing as additional walling for the exterior side of the remaining basket.
Faulty little sister sense- Clair registers the robotic little sisters as real ones. And seems to have some sort of mental blockage keeping her from seeing the imaginary world that Little Sisters are trained to live it. Though from time to time it pops up, she has lived in the real world long enough that she registers the difference.
Un-healing facial wound- Despite having normal healing powers, for some reason the wound inflicted on Clair’s face refuses to heal. It is perhaps due to her mentally wanting it there, as a reminder.
Syringe hand- in addition to the long syringe on her right hand Clair has a small syringe on the tips of each of her fingers of her right hand. The idea is that she uses it when draining ADAM for direct injection into herself. When using Incinerate! Flames will jet from the holes of the syringes due to them flowing directly into her body.
Appearance:
i57.photobucket.com/albums/g228/lefie/clair.jpg
i57.photobucket.com/albums/g228/lefie/Big_Sister_by_Geneticeye.jpg
Clair is about 5’9” and 138 lbs(without armor) eyes are blue and her hair is blonde. Beneath her eyes is usually red from long term crying. She has a few distortions from Other big sisters. Starting with her right hand, rather than a second syringe, it has small smaller syringes protruding from the tips of her fingers. The next most noticeable difference is the donning of two back baskets instead of one. Though it occasionally appears as one because one collapses down on the other the final difference is her lack of covering on her legs. While other Big Sisters have some type of legging covering between the pieces of their armor, Clair does not. Instead she is bare in the areas normally covered.
Personality:
Constantly carrying a robotic Little Sister, thought to be real, in her primary basket puts Clair constantly on alert. Her fear of someone hurting her Little Sister makes her immediately aggressive towards anyone who touches it. In any situation where she feels the Little Sister is not safe, nothing can override her drive to protect it. Even if it means disobeying direct orders directly from Sophia. She has even been known to conflict between “suggestions” from the doll and what she is supposed to be doing. In the end perhaps the Robot is her true master.
When not overreacting over the doll or staying on a(semi)direct course for her mission from Sofia. Clair is relatively calm. Often removing her helmet and reaching a point of seeming sophistication. Talking normally to other residents of the underwater world. But warning is advised, at any moment she could snap. An immediate need for ADAM could turn a calm discussion with a Splicer into a fight for survival. Or perhaps a foolish human would care to take to close of a look at her Little Sister and find themselves suddenly impaled in a uncontrollable need to come to its defense.
At varying moments Clair’s vision of the world reverts back to that of a Little Sister. During these moments she is unstable and acts in a variety of ways. Ranging from her becoming scared and curling into a fetal position or going on an all out rampage trying to escape the false reality. She is easily coaxed out of this by orders from Sophia, needed assistance from a Little Sister(especially her robotic one), being dealt pain on upper levels, Or simply over time. Certain plasmids that might give off a sudden feeling(shocking, burning, freezing, ect)can also bring her sanity back to the surface.
History:
Rapture truly was a beautiful place, in the beginning. Clair thought so at least, when she arrived as a part of the first groups of people to be welcomed into rapture. Just her and her father, welcome to the ideal world that the undersea city offered, who was an electrician. It was his skill at his job that earned him the place in Rapture. But despite his skill he was still killed by his profession. Shocked to death by just one misplaced wire. The first recorded death in Rapture, a place for the dead not even built yet, left Clair one of the first orphans in rapture. Then in turn one of the first Little Sisters, being a perfect candidate for the project since there was no one to miss her.
Clair became bonded to a Bouncer type Big Daddy. One of a purple tint. So early in the program it was some time before Clair was ever faced with anything besides the happy reality she was placed in. Even as the moments that the knight in shining armor was force to come to her rescue became more and more frequent, they never lasted long as the Big Daddy seemed to excel at fighting. In her world the Big Daddy was very talkative and always gave her love and affection. The Big Daddy had become the perfect replacement for her lost father. To Clair in fact, he was her father and subconsciously named it after him Mr. Timothy. Mr. T for short.
After years of this seemingly endless happiness. Clair was beginning to mature into a young woman. But still small enough to need her Daddy’s protection. It was around this time that the happiness was washed away as a, assumable, malfunctioning Big Daddy suddenly charged Mr. T and a battle perused. Clair broke into high pitched scream as she ran in fear but the fight continued. They were locked Drill to Drill but in the end Mr. T knocked the opponent back and dealt it a solid swinging blow to the head, sending the opposing Big Daddy to the floor But the impact on the drill caused pieces of it to fly, one of such pieces hitting home directly into Clair catching into the side of her mouth and slicing a ways up her cheek. There was no time to take notice of it now. The opposing Big Daddy was down he was clearly still functioning but the rage was redirected to a Splicer that was on the ceiling. It would have provided the perfect option for Mr. T to land a finishing blow. Instead he turned and ran. Scooping up Clair in passing, but he was slow and moved awkwardly. In the first moment of the fight, when the he was rammed, the Big Daddy’s drill punctured into the center of his body. It was a wonder he had survived so long at all.
Time seemed so dragged out as Mr. T became slower and slower. Eventually he finally collapsed. Clair was uncertain how they had gotten there, still hysterical from the ordeal, and Collapsed atop her protector. She had time to think while she laid there, sobbing, things had changed now. The world had changed. Somewhere between fear, pain, and hormones her body had not taken the path it was meant to during developing. The world she had lived in for so much of her life had fallen away to be a curtain on a horrible world. Yet somehow it was all right. Somewhere in her mind Clair had begun to realize she was no longer a little girl but a young woman and that world she lived in didn’t make sense. But now it did; now everything just clicked.
While laying there over the Big Daddy time was lost. The world seemed to have come to an end. Then a small voice broke though nothingness that the world had become. “What’s wrong” the small voice asked. Turning to look Clair found it was another Little Sister. She was beautiful and young. To young to not have a Big Daddy by her side. “Is your face ok miss….?” Clair was unsure what she was more confused about. That the Little Sister had not registered her as one of their own. Or that when she reached up and felt her face she came away with blood, lots of blood. Clair scrambled though the room, looking for anything that she might be able to use to stop the bleeding. It had to be pretty bad, the Big Daddy was smeared with blood where she had been laying. She soon found a stapler and a mirror. She was uncertain how to close a wound, having always had them heal on there own, all she really did know was that it needed to be closed. So with several more stifled screams the stapler was used to close the wound.
All the while the Little Sister watched and asked questions that seemed out of place. Clair understood what was going on though. She was no longer a Little Sister. Now she was a Big Sister. “Where’s you protector?” The little girl looked sad, perhaps ready to cry. “None of the Big Daddy’s want me.” That was strange, Big Daddy’s where always ready to help a Little Sister. Clair bent down and picked up the Little Sister “Everything will be ok now, Big Sister is here to protect you.”
It was from there that Clair dismantled her Big Daddy and began reshaping his armor to become her own. Something new, something better. Over time she found a need for a second basket when she needed to assist other Little Sisters and there wasn’t enough room due to previous Little Sister, who gave her name as Jill, already filling the basket.
Inventory:
- Robotic Little Sister- possesses no powers but has a high robot intelligence. Being semi aware of its surroundings. It is at least intelligent enough to carry a decent conversation.
- Syringe hand- syringe tips on her fingers used for draining ADAM directly from a host into her own person. When using the Incinerate! Plasmid small bursts of flame come from the holes.
- Double Basket- used for carrying two Little Sisters at once, since she always has one at all times. The outer basket is collapsible.
Face Claim:
[b]Dragon Ball Z[/b] - Face Claim Name is [i]Android 18[/i]
