Sometimes it truly baffles me and I sit here in awe that a character like Sameen Shaw really exists in the TV landscape. She’s literally like walking representation. I mean a woman of color with a canon personality disorder and canonly likes both genders. She’s all of this wrapped in one smol 5'3 woman like it’s so wild. Plus she’s not some side character either, she was a main and we got to see her grow and see how she views the world and others.
It’s rare to find characters that are that heavily complex. And not only was she all of that but she was never villianized for anything. She was the biggest hero out there tbh. Not to mention mentally strong as hell. That still gets me. Yes she was physically strong too but her mental capacity was just out of this world. I’m still not over her having to endure 7k simulations when the average person wouldn’t be able to even get through one or two. Let alone 7k. Idk I have doubts that she’s human sometimes. But she would’ve done whatever to protect her team and that’s just so admirable.
Plus other little things like the way she eats. It’s amazing; she’ll eat steak off a knife or tear a sandwich completely apart and not give a fuck what anyone thinks. Proper etiquette be damned (actual Shaw dialogue probably).
And also her love of dogs is precious. She’d probably buy ten dogs and would prefer to live like that forever honestly.
What I’m saying is, Sameen Shaw is a fuckin amazing character and catch me still screaming about her 10 years from now. It’s more likely than you think.
in case you haven’t noticed, i’m a mitochondrion. i’m the powerhouse of the cell. I don’t covert sunlight into energy, and I don’t want to. have you ever seen me without my own DNA? that’s mitochondria.
tpoh ends with rgb taking her back to her house in the early morning, standing with her as she admires the sunset he extends a hand to hero for a handshake she takes it but yanks him forward into a hug rgb is initially hesitant but hugs her back, and lifts her into his arms where she has a quick sob before falling asleep he carries her to bed and lays her in it where she begins to dream he quickly moves away but before leaving he notices the pictures on her wall, one of them depicting her in a suit of armor he smiles
when hero wakes up a few hours later she rubs her eyes and finds her hands are now sticky with some kind of coloured liquid she jumps down from the top bunk and finds paint drops all over the floor, most notably yellow and blue, leading to her wall of pictures on one of her pictures, someone has painted a man with a tv for a head standing next to her she smiles and starts to cry a little, the liquid on her face now dribbling down her chin, and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up hero looks in the mirror to find a big pair of glasses and bushy mustache painted on her face yellow she smiles and laughs
At the point in time where the story takes place, we know the ins and outs of Claymore physiology pretty well. Little details about their regeneration and limitations are revealed with time in the series, and there’s a lot to suggest that we understand their half-yoma bodies about as much as we could ever hope to. But when you think about it, even though the Org has scientists, most of the information had to come from the Claymores themselves, as human scientists can only learn so much through observation. Most of what we know about them has come from a decades-long process of self discovery on their part. And that makes sense, given that most of their special abilities shine through in combat, and they do a lot of fighting. Of course they’ve learned a lot about themselves that way.
But you know what isn’t combat related? The weird way their body processes alcohol. Now, it’s not strange that they would drink and eventually figure it out, but you’d think that they’d assume they just have much higher alcohol tolerance than humans, and not that they can completely control how much alcohol effects them. The fact that they understand it to the degree they do speaks of some form of deliberate research effort.
So like, what I’m getting at here is, at some point in history, at least one Claymore set out to get absolutely shitfaced for science.