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2012-07-10 12:24 pm
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CHARACTER NAME: Clow Reed
SERIES: Cardcaptor Sakura
CANON POINT:After his death, but before the events of the main storyline take place
LOSS: The deck of Clow Cards - they’re his ultimate creation, and by the time of his death, he’s grown quite used to having them around both for the use of their powers, and for their personality. Losing them is a personal slight to a very proud man, and makes magic use more complicated and less powerful for him, as a portion of his power is bound in the Cards.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER: In canon, Clow is something of an enigma - he only appears in a handful of flashbacks, and, once, speaking directly to Sakura. His demeanor is friendly, quietly and politely upbeat - always smiling, although there's always sort of the sense that he's smiling /at/ you, rather than /with/ you. He is of mixed Chinese and British heritage, and an extremely powerful mage - the most powerful in his world, while he was alive. He is shown to have a talent for innovation - the Clow Cards represent the culmination of his life’s work on magical theory, and are an interweaving of both Eastern and Western magical traditions, implied to be the first of it’s kind.

Many of his personality traits seem to be a result of this immense power - the ability to bend reality to your whims alters one’s perspective and one’s desire. He has absolutely no qualms about manipulating people for what he thinks of as their own good, and seems to even enjoy it. For example, he’s responsible for almost all the events that unfold in the series itself, particularly the Sakura Card arc, where his partial reincarnation affects events directly. He also alters memories of his Guardians of the time surrounding his death, giving them a more peaceful closure to his life, and his reincarnation alters Sakura’s memories, to keep their little game going longer.

At one point, Keroberos accuses him of having a 'twisted personality', which he matches with a smile, and no denials. He's one of the most powerful mages in the world, which means he can do pretty much whatever the hell he wants to, and so he /does/. There’s evidence that having this much power has lead him in pursuit of the new and unique. His character profile lists his favorite thing as ‘anything unpredictable’ and his hobby as ‘surprises’ - when you can see the future, finding something /new/ becomes increasingly hard, and Eriol (his reincarnation) shows both some surprise, and a great deal of interest, in the the elements of his planning that did not work, such as Sakura’s choice to be in a relationship with Syaoran rather than Yukito - it’s an instance in which he was wrong, and that’s something that’s infrequent in his life. It’s also implied that he could have chosen to live for longer than he actually did, but was simply bored of life.

Overall, on the surface he can seem like he's airheaded and has zero attention span, as he tends to jump from one thing to another rapidly - however, if something really catches his attention, he can be incredibly thorough, and underneath the smile, he's an incredibly intelligent man with a passion for scheming. He's not actually outright evil or malicious, but he does have a very strange sense of humor, and a tendency to pull pranks which can seem a bit unfunny to those who doesn't share his outlook. He finds people in particular interesting - the more unpredictable, the better.

ABILITIES: Clow is an extremely powerful mage - in his universe, the second most powerful who will ever exist (Sakura being the first), and an experienced master of both traditional forms of Chinese and British magic (with some dabbling in other forms because he’s a nerd like that). The powers he or the cards he created are shown to have in canon include basically complete mastery over creation and change of the physical forms of things (up to doing things like entirely remapping where doors lead within a single building, shifting objects, looping sections of the physical environment, creating sentient beings), divination (not 100% accurate, and it seems to be more focused on his family), memory wiping (this would absolutely not be used without player consent), and postcognitive spells (possibly with a small measure of interaction, but nothing that would allow him to alter past events, as far as shown).

(for a more in-depth list, this page covers the abilities of various cards - it can be assumed that if the Cards can do it, Clow can, as he created them)
practicality: (this shit will fuck you up)
2011-06-21 11:13 pm
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The wood floor of the corridor was cool underneath his legs. He could hear fighting - muffled, farther out, and he could smell blood. Could taste it, too, along with the sweet-sticky taste of phlegm in his mouth. He was coughing, badly, and his chest ached with every one. Were memories supposed to hurt like this, like reality did? This was worse than it had been right after he'd been born into the Sphere - and he knew it was what was waiting for him when he returned.

There were footsteps, and he glanced up, away from the floor to see roughly-dressed men with swords in front of him. One of them sneered as he continued to cough. "Ooh, you poor thing, that looks like it must hurt! But we'll make you feel all better~!"

"...Filthy." That was his voice now, soft and hoarse from the coughing. His hand came up, and he wiped the blood he'd coughed onto it onto his kimono.

"Filthy. Filthy..." His sword was out now, the soft slide of metal on lacquered wood. It was a light step to push off the ground, bare feet against the wood, and they fell before his blade with the same effortless grace it took to down the training dummies. The men who hadn't been cut down in the first sweep started running, abandoning their comrades.

"Aiiiieee!! He's coming!"
"That must be Okita Souji!"
"You... you're supposed to be dead!"

Dead, was he? Death would probably hurt less than this. He was coughing again, kneeling among the blood and limbs as his chest shook. There was blood on his lips and chin now, and apparently the sight of that was enough to frighten off the remainder of the pack.

"He... He... He's a ghost! Run!"

Too late, though - two thin blades appeared to embed themselves firmly in the foreheads of two of them. Susumu - though not dressed as he usually was. He looked almost more like a medic with those short sleeves and the cloth tied over his mouth.

"Okita-san."

Souji rose from the floor, tried to walk past him even as his lungs still burned.

"Okita-san. You can't go."

Susumu's arm was blocking his path

"...Please let me go."
"You can't go. Please return to your room."

Susumu held some sort of authority, here. Though his own weakness wasn't helping as he struggled from the handhold.

"Please let me go."
"What do you think you can do with that body?"

"Please let me go. Let me go! Let me go...!"

He was shouting now, voice hoarse and harsh even in his own ears, as he struggled to free himself from Susumu. Then there was a stab of pain at the back of his neck, and the vision ended.
practicality: (crazy eyes)
2010-12-02 11:09 pm
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Memory > 1

Daitou knelt in seiza on the floor of his small Section 1 apartment. The cat was locked outside, for now - not his usual habit, but he didn’t want to be interrupted in the middle of this. He took the little black silk pouch out from the front of his kimono - he’d been keeping it close over the last few days, until he had a nice long break to sit down with whatever Locke’s mysterious gift was. He pulled the drawstring open - ‘simply let it fall onto your hand’, he had said, but Daitu tipped the bag out into the floor instead. He wasn’t to keen on the idea of surprises. A single item dropped out of the bag, clattering onto the hard wood floor. It was a small, pale crystal, seemingly glowing with it’s own light. A metal ring surrounded it, like a setting on a gemstone. It looked like... a memory crystal, actually, from the descriptions he’d been given. Carefully, he reached out and brushed the ring with his finger tips - nothing but cold metal. He picked it up by ring, taking a closer look at it - but he couldn’t see anything that stood out to him. He reached up with his other hand to touch the crystal in the center of the ring with one finger.

'I am a demon's child' )
With that, Daitou was abruptly thrown back into his own body, able to feel again, able to turn his head to glance around the apartment. The ring was still gripped between his two fingers, but the shine had gone out of the crystal. Used up, he supposed. He rose, a little shakily - there had been a lot to process there - and tucked the crystal into his clothes chest, before unlocking the door and letting a less than happy Prestidigitation back inside. Codes, laws... ‘Shinsengumi’. He had killed someone, it seemed - though that only confirmed what he had suspected from his dream, from the tattoos he’d been given. ‘Murderer’. They had spoken the truth. He would have to think on all this for a while.

From Shinsengumi Imon Peacemaker, Vol 2 pgs 25-29