First off, I aplogize for the less than stellar quality of this figure. His paint is worn, he’s got a but of a broken crotch, and most all of his joints are quite loose. Someone must have played the heck out of him back in the day. I just can’t bring myself to plunk down a large sum of moolah to get a pristine copy of this goofball. That’s right, I said goofball. Why? Look at him. I’m not sure if that’s camo or mud stains on his French’s Mustard yellow outfit. Plus, since he’s sporting the chest mold of a Tele-Viper, Claymore is showing way more decolletage than I think is appropriate within a special mission force. There’s no place for a plunging neckline in this man’s army.
A reading of his file card reveals a male Mary Sue of the Big Brawler caliber. Actually, since Claymore debuted in 1986, that should be the other way around. It turns out that Big Brawler is a pale imitation of the over the top glory that is Claymore. This cat is proficient in all forms of martial arts. All. Forms. He’s respected by all branches of the armed forces. All. Branches. To cement his awesomeness, the story goes that General Hawk insisted Claymore join the Joes. The man responded by stipulating that he only participate in special assignments. Wow. Even Mr. Brawler doesn’t have the cojones to make such a request.
Why create such an overpowered character? Maybe to counterbalance the fact that the figure was a less than attractive adventure hero toy back in 1986. Then again, since every other Joe in the Mission Brazil pack was a simple repaint, it’s possible that the Hasbro marketers felt it necessary to give the lone new guy a little extra punch to boost sales of the set. Probably not. I think I read too much into these things sometimes.