#no. 33

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and thats the story of my birth (4/19/26)

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Cursed Image No. 33

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No 33: XXIII

No. 32~No. 1~No. 34

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[Claymore: OC Generation] No. 33 Claudia

A/N: I am finally jumping on the whole oc generation bandwagon made up by fuckyeahclaymore, where I claimed rank no. 33. I'll try to limit the Mary Sue phenomenon to the minimum, I swear. At least I'll try.

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Claudia actually does not remember much of what she was before, before her body was opened and a Yoma's blood and flesh were transplanted into her - but who actually remembers everything, she thinks. She does not remember the colour of her eyes, or the colour of her hair, she just knows her hair is short, but not too much and that her eyes had had to have problems before, for she can't really see as well as other warriors do.

She actually never expected to be much, no one ever expected much from her after all, but she's now a Number 33 in the Organization and that's a lot to say at least for her.

She guesses she's just one of the most common stories that brought all the warriors - kidnapped, sold, her whole village destroyed, she never really cared about that, but on one thing she's totally sure: the Organization did that to her and she is one hundred percent sure everyone will pay. She just needs to wait.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, after all, or something like that.

For the moment she keeps quiet, for she's a good warrior. She's not much strong physically, but she compensates everything with some wit and a lot of sarcasm.

What tends to hurt her, however, are the looks on those people's faces, when she goes to kill a Yoma and everyone else just looks at her not so differently as they look at a Yoma - and maybe she would just like to smile, or shake a hand, but she can't. She's not human enough, but she's monster enough that people make this weight on her shoulders a bit too much.

She thinks she's still human enough, she cries, she suffers, she laughs, she eats and she sleeps, not as much and regularly as a normal person would do, but she does, it's her way to feel more human, even if her body does not reflect what she feels.

Even that time, when she really fell in love with a young man in that city - she has forgotten the name of the city, but she hasn't forgotten what happened - when she fell in love with that man she did really feel her heart beat fast, her cheeks flush red, her hands tremble, her whole self craving for affection, but then something happened, a Yoma came and her dream was crushed. The man was looking at her, who had just saved him, just like he would look at the Yoma's corpse, with disgust, horror, anger, but never with love, or even remotely with affection.

She had cried for days, weeks after that, but she did realise she will never be human enough for anybody. For how much she behaves like a human, she will never be one. And she stopped crying, starting to smile instead. So she does what she's been created and trained for, at least she won't be lingering too much on her thoughts.

But if someone looks well enough in the outskirts of a town, or in a forest, far from everyone's sight, she can be seen leaning against a tree, sleeping, or eating, her sword at some distance from her. And maybe, just maybe, she'll seem more human than anyone would think.