Cloche Anna Mathis


Layer One
Nickname: Given the rather . . . strange name given to her by her parents, there are not many nicknames which Cloche has come to be known by in her past—the most used one was given to her as a child, and by her brother, and that was simply, ‘Clo.’ Now, it’s not out of the question that she’s been called ’Anna’ before by a teacher when they didn’t know how in the Hell to pronounce her first name. . . .
Gang: The Poisons
Gender: Female
Age: Fifteen

Layer Two
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Style/Color: Light Brown
Height: 5 ft 1 ins (153 cm)
Weight: 88 lbs (40 kg)
Physical Description: To put it bluntly, Cloche is a small girl, her height is on the diminutive side of the spectrum, and her body weight doesn’t help with this—she’s small in that regard as well. So, of short height and of low weight, this leaves her, well, looking the part of a frail, and helpless girl. As far as things go, her body is built in a very slender way, her build is known as ‘banana’ shaped, her chest is near flat, and she doesn’t possess a very well defined figure. Beyond this, her skin is pallor, and can almost be thought of as translucent in the proper lighting since her veins will show through her skin at times. It’s sort of creepy in a way—seeing her with all these faint, blue lines creeping up her body. . . . On top of this, often enough as well, she can be found with dark circles under her eyes, as she is not one to sleep well, so she also tends to look sickly.

As far as everything else goes, Cloche’s hair is light brown in color, and of pretty plain style. Paper straight and cut in a blunt manner, the longest of it goes to just below her shoulder blades, and often is left there without anything being done to it. The shorter parts of her hair are her bangs really, and on each side of her face they are a bit longer than the rest, stopping right at about her jaw line while the rest of them fall into her eyes. Her hair is more or less always down.

Her eyes are undoubtedly the only feature on her body that isn’t so plain. They are a very vivid shade of green that almost seem to glow if they catch the light at the right time. They are emerald in color, and are sort of large.

Despite her features, and seeming sort of a plain sort, Cloche really is defined by the expression she often chooses to wear—and that is a very vacant one. More often than not, you will not see her with any sort of definable look on her features. Cloche will simply look blank, and as if she’s utterly empty of the ability to feel anything at all. In a way, it almost can make her look like she’s a doll, or some sort of lifelike puppet given that her movements are very sharp and sometimes clunky, like there are gears where her joints should be. . . .

Like the rest of the world, she carries with her scars, and they range and vary in appearance.

Speaking specifically, there are markings up and down her forearms, they look like blatant scratches—and these are only visible if she’s not wearing bandages and gauze up and down them.

Clothing Style: In essence, Cloche is a fairly plain dresser—she doesn’t care to wear anything flashy or gaudy, or anything that will make her stand out too much. Really, she’s pretty plain with her clothing, opting to wear bland colors, such as beige and browns often. And as far as actual clothing goes . . . usually, it’s in the way of her dressing herself up in long sleeved shirts that cover her arms all the way down to hands, to her also wearing long skirts, or denim jeans if she cannot wear skirts. As for her shoes, well, those are often boots of some sort, and plain ones at that. They are simple articles that merely slip onto her legs without tying or anything having to be zipped up.

Best Physical Feature: Her eyes would probably be her best feature—everything else about her is relatively plain.

Layer Three
Fears: Although the shock and trauma of her whole family seemingly vanishing all at once has left her to lock her emotions and feelings away about anything and almost everything, Cloche retains some faucets of what make her human, and of these, her fears and phobias remain ever alive within, and they are among the few things which will crack her and elicit an actual ‘human’ response from her.
Acrophobia – Heights
Despite the fact that her personality has regressed deep within her heart to leave her practically emotionless, Cloche retains the fear of height she had before everything went to hell. She can’t go up more than three stories without beginning to feel the effects of her phobia, if she goes much higher, she’ll lose it and fall victim to a rather terrifying panic attack that will leave her breathless and in tears.
Brontophobia – Thunderstorms/Loud Noises
Loud noises and thunder will crack her otherwise emotionless shell. Should there be lightning, or any sign of a storm, Cloche will begin to shake, and to panic about it.
Necrophobia – Fear of Death
Now this is a very specific phobia, as it only applies to one very specific person. It does not apply to herself, dying is not something Cloche is actually afraid of—despite still retaining phobias and fears as she is now. The idea of this one person dying is enough to throw Cloche into a fit. . . .

Guilty Pleasure: She loves the smell of old books. There has always been something comforting about the musty smell of an old, and well-loved book for her. It always made her feel safe, and like she was home. And nowadays, the scent of a book such as this will cause a small crack to form in her adopted persona, for just a moment, and cause nostalgic thoughts to gather within her until finally, she may come to be glassy-eyed.
Biggest Pet Peeve: When someone will attempt to force her to perform an action that was not requested/or asked of her by the person she has sworn her loyalties to.
Future Ambitions: Before locking her heart and emotions away, Cloche wanted to become a writer. Books, literature, and writing, those were her world beyond her family, and she wanted to come to share her thoughts and the stories in her heart and head with the world. Since everything has happened though, these dreams are otherwise forgotten as Cloche’s thought patterns have become relatively shallow—the only time a semblance of this part of herself will shine through is maybe, maybe when she’s gotten her hands on a book she has not yet read.

Layer Four
Thoughts When Waking Up: There was only worry, confusion and fear. Waking up to find her whole family gone brought only a completely frazzled reaction from her as she awoke to find herself alone. Cloche didn’t understand anything, scared, lonely and utterly terrified, her thoughts jumbled until, finally, she shattered apart, and her mind broke. Following this, she remained in a state of complete shock for a bit, until she came back around . . . completely without her emotions. In order to preserve her ability to survive, Cloche’s brain locked away her emotions and her ability to think of much beyond a few things. As such, she does not think much of anything upon waking up anymore.
What You Think About the Most: In truth, she doesn’t think of hardly anything anymore, her actions and her thought patterns are so shallow, that they might not even qualify as thoughts anymore. She merely obeys the requests given to her by someone she’s latched onto, and honestly, what she does think about would be what they want before anything that has to do with herself.
Best Quality: Her unwavering loyalty, maybe? Honestly, she’s loyal to a fault—if she was told to kill herself . . . she’d do it. She’s little more than a puppet, with very few qualities to her now that make her the slightest bit unique.

Layer Five
Likes: Books, writing, sweets—cinnamon especially, music and peace.
Dislikes: Complete silence, loud noises, being alone, not knowing what to do, and upsetting the one she’s sworn her loyalties to.
Hobbies: Reading. . . .

Personality: Before everything suddenly turned chaotic, the Shield appeared and everything was still normal, Cloche was a very friendly young woman, albeit shy. She was quiet, and something of a loner in truth, preferring to be in a sort of solitude among people. It sounds strange, but she liked being around large groups of people while being on her own, it gave her a strange sense of comfort. However, if someone did talk to her, she wasn’t rude toward them despite her want to sometimes be alone, she always regarded others with a timid smile, and spoke to them with kindness and respect. She showed them compassion, and respect. Although, she was never one to actually reach out to others, they were always the ones who had to reach out to her if they wanted to speak and get to know her better, but, that’s how Cloche always was. More or less quiet unless someone gave her a reason to speak, though she was still a very kindly young woman.

She was close with her family, and she depended on them for a lot, emotionally speaking. They were there for her, and supported her, even if her mother sometimes pressed at her to open herself up more, and to become more social. . . . Her kindness was apparent despite her rather plain appearance and seemingly vacant expressions at times, even if she didn’t engage people in conversation, Cloche would still go out of her way to assist people when she felt it was needed and she always regarded others with value. It’s truth that she got made fun of in school for how she acted and her rather blasé appearance . . . but this didn’t much get to her. You think it would with her having been shy, but it really didn’t. Cloche simply choose to ignore the shallow sentiments of others regarding her appearance, and in the end, she grew a thick skin to comments about how she looked.

Within her as well, Cloche had a powerful imagination, and a spark of creativity unlike many. She was a writer at her core, and from that came the will to create and to express herself through words. . . .

However, when it was that the Shield was erected and everything in her life did a complete turnaround, Cloche changed very much, and the girl she used to be was locked away deep within her heart, and hidden behind a heavy mask. It was the only way she could go on living, or have the will to do so. Following this, she more or less lost all touch with what one calls ‘emotion.’ She reacts to little anymore, beyond a few sparse things which can shake her of her vacant, adopted self. These few things can shake her back into acting as herself for a short time before the lock clicks back, and she returns to being doll-like as before.

She no longer has much of a sense of right and wrong it seems, as Cloche does not act of her own will anymore, and only does act in accordance with the will of another. In truth, it seems as if she’s lost all drive to live beyond the basic needs of survival and well, reading, of all things, unless it pertains to what someone else wants. Because of the turn taken by her mind and her heart, Cloche developed a sort of strange manner of regarding people . . . in particular, she’s come to develop a sort of ‘latching’ problem. Such as . . . she’s managed to become heavily dependent on one person, relying on them to tell her what to do, how to act, and when to. It is through this one person that Cloche even ‘lives,’ so to speak. It is for this person her ‘powers’ are used, and because of them that they are at all.

How they are used, that is not even at her digression. Though for her to be of use, even if it means having to inflict pain on herself, Cloche will do it without a second thought so long as it is wished of her by this one person she’s come to latch onto.

This is a bit of a problem, of course, she’s dependent and scarily loyal to this person now, to the point that she will not hesitate to do anything that she is told to do, no matter what that may be. Why exactly, she became like this is anyone’s guess. It’s understandable why she would’ve become apathetic to the world at large given the shock that she underwent with the disappearance of her family, but to more or less become loyal to one person as she has . . . and why, is strange. There is no rhyme or reason for the loyalty beyond the fact that the person she took to was the first of anyone to express interest in her freaky blood.

Simply because of that, she’s taken to more or less being about as subservient a girl as possible, she acts like little more than a doormat for this person. And there are few moments where only glimpses of her old self will shine through, and these are far and few, typically only arising when it is that Cloche has gotten her hands on an unread book, or has become frightened.

Her loyalties extend to everything she does, and every which way she will act. Extending beyond what is requested of her, her mindset has adapted to act in accordance of what she believes is the mindset of this person. She will act in what she believes is in their favor, and solely for this if she is left without a particular way to act.

Power: Blood of the Blessed – Sanguinem ex Beata
One might be able to call it blessed, but in a way, the ‘power’ Cloche garnered upon everything that happened wasn’t much of a power. . . . It was more of a mutation. Her physical appearance did not undergo any sort of change, and she looks as ordinary as can be, but on the inside . . . she’s undergone some sort of transformation that no one can explain. Her blood changed.

Something happened to it that sets it far apart from the blood which courses through the veins of the rest of the human population as now, instead of bearing crimson blood, Cloche has silver. It’s eerie in a way, if she gets cut, she will bleed silver; it looks like mercy is seeping from her skin! But, whatever the reason for the strange coloring her blood has taken on, it has something to do with what so sets apart her blood from the normal rouge blood of everyone else. Cloche’s blood will heal others wounds. It’s strange, but if someone has a wound, and they allow Cloche to expose it to her blood, her blood will do something to the body’s natural healing processes and it will cause the injury to fade away almost ungodly fast.

This strangeness will work with internal injuries as well, if someone is willing to ingest Cloche’s blood, that is. Although her blood might seem like a miracle cure all, there is indeed a pratfall to it. . . . Along with the changes to her blood that have been discussed so far, there is another here that is very strange; it’s the fact that Cloche herself is more or less needed right at the scene of an injury to aid in healing. Blood cannot be drawn from her and transported to other locations, as when the blood is extracted from her body, it will quickly harden and turn into a strange sort of crystalline substance, from this point on, the blood loses all effect and becomes useless, looking only pretty.

Because her blood itself is needed to heal someone else’s wounds, in order for Cloche to do anything . . . she has to make herself bleed. She has to injure herself in order to draw blood. Unfortunately for her as well, her blood seems to be only a blessing for others, and a mere curse for herself, as her own body seems to heal only at the rate a completely, average person’s would. If she gets a cut, it will take days to heal over, and she’s just as vulnerable to death as any ordinary human girl would be. . . .

Her blood only heals, it possesses no offensive abilities at all.

Layer Six
Favorite Color: Of them all . . . it was probably green, and that was always due to the fact that she and her brother shared the same colored eyes.
Favorite Animal: There are many animals which Cloche always loved, but one she had a particular fondness for was always cats.
Favorite Movie Genre: Romance

Layer Seven
Love Interest: N/A
Sexuality: She is heterosexual, but due to the turn her emotions have taken, her sexual preferences do not at all express themselves, and she may as well be asexual.
Favorite Eye Color: Despite her sexuality, Cloche never really had a preference for eye color, as she never actually expressed any interest in dating or anything. . . . In fact, she never actually gave it any thought!
Favorite Hair Color: More or less the same as above, she never gave the idea of what hair color she liked best on a guy any actual thought.

Layer Eight
Family:
Father – Ezekiel Mathis
Age – Thirty-Nine
Unknown.
He was an honest and kindly man whom Cloche bonded well with. He and she were close and had a very good relationship, as far as fathers and teenage daughters always went. Cloche looked up to her father and he was always very dear to her, and she was also dependent on him for emotional support, as she was with the rest of her family. . . . With his disappearance, along with the rest of her family, Cloche was completely shattered.
Mother – Simone Mathis
Age – Thirty Seven
Unknown.
Cloche and her mother did not always see eye to eye, but they did love each other. Simone wanted her daughter to always be more outgoing than she was, she didn’t want her sit her years away, simply writing as she always did, and urged her to become more friendly and active simply because she loved her. Cloche wasn’t comfortable with this all the time, but she did at least understand her mom wanted what was best for her. As with her father, Cloche was deeply upset by her mother’s vanishing.
Brother – Julius Mathis
Age – Eighteen
Unknown.
They were about as close as siblings can be without it being creepy. In a way, Julius and Cloche acted more as twins than they did as elder brother and younger sister. He supported Cloche in all she wanted to do, and truly believed in her and her talent for writing when he was around. In truth, he is who Cloche might have been closest to in her family, and him suddenly just disappearing from her life was perhaps had the most impact on her.
History: In truth, Cloche led very much a normal, average life up until the Shield came to be and all of the adults disappeared. She lived with her father and mother, as well as her older brother who was her elder by two years. . . . She was born sort of sickly so, that wound up contributing to the girl she used to be, as she grew up rather isolated from everyone but her family due to her frailty. For the most part, she was homeschooled as a child, because she was never regularly able to attend school, and so, the only contact she had with someone her own age was with her brother. . . . She typically only interacted with adults given her place and her health, and because of this, Cloche grew up mature for her age, though she was shy in a sense.

As she grew up, she found solace within literature and books, clinging onto the stories of fantasy and far off worlds with all her imagination would allow. This spawned the many imagings and the will and want to become a writer when she was older within Cloche, she found books to be completely magical, and amazing works . . . the fact that you could delve into a whole other world by simply flipping some pages astonished her, and she grew up with her mind nurtured by the many texts in which she read.

Cloche’s life was a happy enough one, despite growing up relatively isolated from the rest of the world. She had her family and her books . . . but as she entered her teen years, her health finally took a positive turn, and she became healthy enough to attend school with others her age. Of course, because she had grown up alone and developed somewhat differently than other her age, she was sort of shocked to find how things were in school, how kids her age acted and whatnot. In truth, she didn’t much like it. Yet, with some coaxing from her brother, Cloche was able to adjust to her new world and lifestyle, and came to settle into the notion of school with many other children as she did.

She became the girl she had been, a fairly quiet sort who stuck to herself, but was a kindly girl if spoken to. . . . Cloche was happy with her life, living like this, she had her books, her family and her life was in a comfortable routine as she worked on her dreams and aspirations of becoming a writer someday. . . . In her high school years, Cloche attended Raddition High with her elder brother.

Her life remained routine, right up until the morning she awoke to find that her family was gone, and that the entire city was encased within the Shield. Unable to completely comprehend the situation, Cloche fell into a state of complete and utter panic. Shocked, terrified and completely confused, the girl’s mind completely shattered, as she knew that something was not at all right with the situation.

Following the shattering of her mind, Cloche managed to piece herself back together, only just. Her mind reformed and in order to preserve her life, it locked away Cloche’s emotions, her feelings, and near all that made her, her. She developed into a soul who acted only when necessary, and only for the sake of surviving. . . . Her motives were to just get enough to live, and nothing else. As more and more chaos began to ensue within Raddition City, Cloche took to her own, and avoided others as much as she could . . . however, she didn’t know anything about people developing powers until months after it had begun due to her isolation. The first time she witnessed something, it incited no reaction within her.

She simply acknowledged the peculiarity of the situation and accepted it as it was. That was all she knew to do. It wasn’t much longer after this that Cloche came to discover her own ‘powers’ as well, in the way of her strange blood. Though the odds of how it happened were astronomical, it still happened . . . she was scrounging around for food, at the same point in time that an injured cat happened to be within her vicinity. She managed to cut her finger on something sharp, and for the first time, Cloche saw that her blood now ran silver instead of red . . . and at this same time, a small trickle of her blood seeped from her wound, and dribbled onto the cat’s injury. . . . And before Cloche’s eyes, it healed.

Given what had happened to her following the disappearance of her family, she had no true reaction to the discovery, only she came to understand and know what her developed ‘power’ was. . . .

Cloche continued on living, drifting and simply surviving among the chaos and what had become of Raddition City following this, until it was that she met and wound up swearing her loyalties to a particular person who she now follows and listens to without a single question. . . .

Other: N/A

Theme Song: Bad Apple ~ Miku-tan