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Details: if weapon, state the details of their transformation. If Meister. go in-depth in their combat style and whatnot!

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NAME :: susano'o ten
NICKNAME :: as if he'll let you

AGE :: fourteen
DOB :: 30 october
GENDER :: male

HEIGHT :: 172 cm
HAIR COLOR :: blonde
EYE COLOR :: crimson
FACE CLAIM :: bakugou katsuki from bnha

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PERSONA :: hot headed, loud, confident, egotistical, argumentative, arrogant, rebellious, spontaneous and predictable at the same time. the boy is a total riot and everywhere he goes, chaos seems to ensue. however, despite his rather unpleasant personality, he has good intentions and isn't as bad of a person as one would normally think (also, according to Yin, he's actually very easy to mess around with once you hit the right spots. an angry flustered ball he shall be). [i was thinking of the persona and it clicked I had to use this fc yeet]

FEARS :: to be discovered ic
LIKES :: winning, himself, mochi, spicy ramen
DISLIKES :: being dependent, ice cream, being stationary

BIOGRAPHY :: Susano'o was born directly in Death City, and never once stepped foot outside. Of course, some part of him wanted to be able to go out due to sheer curiosity, however it was always something that remained in the back of his head. After the weapons gene started to take effect, he had other things to worry about, like being the best. Not just the best weapon, no... in fact, he believes he an be the best even without a Meister.

So that being said, his home life was pretty average, but so far his life attending the DWMA was quite the opposite. Due to his difficult personality, he's had to switch partners multiple times since his stubbornness even passed onto his soul and it's ability to sync with others'. It doesn't help that, despite his obvious belief in himself that he's the best, his performance in class doesn't seem to show it...

FUN FACTS :: I'll add onto this as I think of them
THEME :: i'll get back to y'all on this one haha ha

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RACE :: human; [demon weapon]
DETAILS :: GUNS! but rather than normal guns, they're ones with extreme explosive capabilities. In a way you could consider him to be a multi-form high performance weapon due to varying transformations though it's exclusively restricted to firearms (albeit not all). It is also known that he can shoot explosive ammo from his hands, similar to how other weapons are able to change part of their body to their own.

SOUL :: his soul is rather fiery and almost appears as if its some kind of spiky bomb. one wouldn't need to be especially gifted at reading souls to know what type of person he is, though there's something lingering that doesn't quite make sense.

STRENGTHS :: he seems to get by well enough even when fighting apart from a meister. his mind is sharp and he can quickly adapt to many situations, not to mention that he can get a bit creative during combat.
WEAKNESSES :: due to his personality he often fights as his own being and probably causes problems for the meister he's paired with. like teamwork? wtf is that? Also despite being a quick thinker, his carelessness during battles still shines through and can affect how the tides of it end up being. Lastly despite having multiple forms he cannot control which one he transforms into, occasionally making things very inconvenient depending on the situation.

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[monokoi]

[ w i p ]

name :: yin yang
fc :: sonozaki noriko
meister

Spoiler

[aloof | calm | proper]
daughter of a
doctor and a
business man.
expectations...

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[Orikanyo]

Spoiler: Liam D.A Karador

Name: Liam Banda Andar Karador
Nickname: Golden boy, Goldie.

Age: 16
D.o.b: 04/20
Gender: male

Height: 4' 6"
Hair Color: Golden blonde.
Eye Color: Red, less cool than one would think, bright lights hurt with no pigment.

Spoiler: Face claim

Look at this smile, don't you want to cherish it? Protect it? Feel free but know that even with his small size he is still a growing young man!

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Persona: A frail hearted, yet generous beyond need young man with a strong familial bond and a anxious demeanor. He wishes nothing more than to have and be a true friend and will stop at nothing to please another once his mind is set. His family is one of deep roots and long history, able to be traced back for centuries, even further than normal recorded family trees.

He himself can recall with stunning clarity their lineage if asked to do so, and he is proud to boast his family's considerable wealth.

Likes:

1. All things gold.
2. Friendships.
3. Collecting rare and valuable objects

Dislikes:

1. Unvaluable objects.
2. Simple and plain things.
3. Meat.

Fears: failure, the crushing weight of dynasty looms on the horizon, also birds of all kinds.

Bio: A rich young man, bron into a family who's long history extends for millenia into the annals of history. Forefront in the gold industry and it definitely shows with their openness about their wealth. He himself is the forefront in the main branch, one of the many in the family line whom have become meisters, his earlier life was filled with lavish luxury and whatever material possession he desired.

This would sate most, but what the boy wished for most was not material, and a tricky thing to even gain for those such as he. Friendship is not a thing to be bought, but alas he would be hard pressed to find true friendship, such a thing when surrounded by nothing more than leeches seeking to siphon what they can. His generosity was not tampered with in the end, he is more than willing to go above and beyond other's needs if he wants to, which is often the case.

Nonetheless he, like many others was born within Death city. Raised there, and likely there he shall stay until his life calls him elsewhere.

Extra:
Low key vegetarian, just can't eat meat after what he saw...
Suprising strength for a little dude.
Likes valuable things, doesn't mean hes gentle with the things he collects.

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Meister

Details: typically a mid ranged combatant, he shows great promise and accuracy with most weaponry, utilizing them in creative and traditional ways should the need present it's self. When one means creative, he had a fondness for.... Throwing... weapons.

Even weapons not designed to be thrown can be found to have some serious air time when tossed from Liam's hands. From guns, hammers, swords, whips, fist weapons, anything and everything can, and will, be thrown.


Soul: a light white coloration with five chains wrapped around the body of the soul at various positions, crossing over one another like snakes covering it.

Strengths: Good physical attributes and decision making.
Weaknesses: easy to trick and fool, throwing habits tend to leave one unarmed.

 

[Yunn]

//wip

plunder;

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basics

name // katarina atali montblanc
nicknames // dumb[er] of dwma; god of destruction
age fifteen? // gender female
d.o.b. september 20th

Height 5'2" // Hair Color lavender // Eye Color blue
Face Claim // Shiranui - Kancolle

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persona

PERSONALITY

she's like a ticking time bomb. there's no telling when her fuse is about to blow but when it does it causes havoc.

LIKES

festivals, games, food, and fireworks ✧ // causing trouble // being a bully // ordering people around // picking fights // looking down on others

DISLIKES

classes and tests // little shits talking behind her back // her part time job // alcohol and cigarette smoke // getting ordered around

FEARS

being weak //

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backstory

BACKGROUND

OTHER

without fail she ends up taking remedials every year.
despite having no intentions she manages to destroy either the school's or city's property resulting in a debt rapidly growing on her name

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meister

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DETAILS

Like her personality her fighting style is simple and straight forward with no unneccessary movements. Her goal is to pummel, destroy, and obliterate anything that gets in her way. Why bother with any ranged weapons which require one to be precise with strength, aim, and timing. Overwhelming people with a barrage of heavy attacks is more her cup of tea.

That being said she prefers blunt weapons such as clubs/bludgeons, mallets, heck even a fry pan works as long as its sturdy enough as well as gauntlets, brass knuckles and the like.

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DETAILS

SOUL

STRENGTHS

destructive level is up the charts

WEAKNESSES

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[Scheani]

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Name: Welo VanHallen (Like Lilo but with a W)

Nickname: Lo

Age:16
D.o.b: 12.03
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7

Hair Color: Rosey Brown (Don't look it up without the word color behind it unless you wanna see some mustache man.

Eye Color: Honey Gold

Face Claim: boiboiboibb

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Persona:
Welo is the kind of kid who is far from shy. No, rather he is the kind of kid to be laid back, claiming to be friends with everyone in the room while internally screaming that he is 'Forever alone'. That is until one of his friends makes an appearance to which he becomes incredibly clingy throughout the time they are present, disregarding the previous nearly flirty indifference. This might have something to do with the lack of presence his family has in his life.. I know, the worst right? He thinks so too but cannot change how he is by nature. I suppose the best way to avoid his clingy friendship and dog-like loyalty one might simply avoid him and let him sit in his pit of loneliness and never approach him, lest you be the target of his clingy grasp.

Desperate is definitely a good definition for Welo, not in the creepy stalkerish sense but in how he is more than willing to do things that some might reject without a second thought if only to gain a new friend (his history is kinda thick in this way in life). One thing he knows is its best if he is never left to himself.

Traviesa. He enjoys being entertained even if that means he stirs the pot a bit here and there to get some said entertainment. However, this does not mean Welo is a complete twat and general annoyance to everyone. No rather he pushes only to a point that he has observed that said target can manage to stomach before stepping off and diffusing the situation as best as he can without becoming an actual menace, or target of recognition for the issue.

While more guarded and cautious with providing his skilled comfort, he still has the ability to lend a helping hand to those who truly deserve it. However in the day to day circumstance he tends to have a laid back calmness covered in the sarcastic appeal of someone who has seen some, yet not all, and is willing to do what he must, but not much more. Welo is no big fan of crowds and loud interactions he will often find himself in situations contradicting this fact. His chemistry constantly either drawing people to him like a magnet, or repelling them with a fierceness she uses this to his best advantage.

Likes: Sleep, Being hype, all the energy

Dislikes: Being alone, quiet places, Sour things

Fears: Spiders, being left behind, falling

Bio: Overall average, nothing dramatic, nothing traumatic. Just another student with clinging issues. Seriously he clingy af. Raised in death city from day one, Welo in his waffle loving, hype trouble maker life has never changed a bit. Well excluding growing a minute amount over the years in comparison to his cyclops like family where even his sister is 6'. His family are mostly normal to say the least making a living by running several shops, including but not limited to a sweets shop, restaurant, bookstore and more. Mostly moving form one thing to another due to the infamous destruction of the city during crazy battles leaving mere waste in their wake.

Not that they've ever minded, as jack of all trades they thrive in the case of starting new and being broken down only to do it all again. Welo not far from the family tree decided to flop out of the multi business family to go fight in those battles, eat some souls, which he claims are all so much sweeter than his families sweets.

I'll add more later as we gooo... if we ever start??

Spoiler: Extra

Don't judge. Its a good fucking song.

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Demon Weapon

Details:

Negans Bat.

Dual bladed sword, blades altering to the size of the meister. If separated shows a chain linking the two until the two pieces are connected again.
Imagine a big metal stick with two grips showing it can be broken into two pieces, now on the end of each side put a really long double sided blade. Tada.

Soul: Deep Jade radiating off in lazy swirls, showing his laid back humor, outlined with a cement grey hazy web of wispy thorns to symbolize his clingy nature.

Strengths: Being chill which means he is fairly level headed and finds most outbursts humerus. Managing his wavelength.

Weaknesses: His kukri form can only be sustained from a certain distance from one another, so if say one were to be thrown he would naturally draw it back towards himself as it reaches this distance as to not break his form. Hes a pessimist with issues so, despite his cheery disposition he is one soggy waffle full of pure cacao on the inside.
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[saturday shorts]

Name: Micah Daniels
Nickname: N.A

Age: 16
D.o.b: Jan 14th
Gender: Male

Height: 5’7
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark blue
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Persona: Micah will be the first to admit he's stubborn, adamantly sticking to his own views even if they turn out to be wrong. He likes to argue, and won't back down from a fight if that's what it turns to. He doesn't pick fights, doesn't go into an argument with the intention of coming out the other end with scrapes, but he won't lie and say he doesn't enjoy it. The thrill of a solid punch, no matter if he wins or loses is something he'll always enjoy. He's the type to make quick decisions on what he likes and what he doesn't, and doesn't like changing his mind. He can go from high energy, to low energy in a flash, seemingly running on forever until he suddenly crashes to a halt. He can sometimes have days of being in a haze of tiredness until he's all recharged and raring to go. He tends to hype himself up more if there are other people with high energy around him, but tends to crash a lot more after interacting with more people.

Micah will be the first to admit that he isn't...the smartest in the room, ever, but he isn't stupid. He's just the type that's better at taking action and making decisions in the heat of the moment, instead of well thought out answers in classroom settings. He gets fidgety in class, wanting to be doing anything else other than just sitting and discussing and not doing things. All of his excess energy that seems to disrupt every class is free to roam when he's fighting, when he's synced up with his weapon and the blood roaring in his ears isn't something he needs to stop. He needs to talk to think, happens upon new thoughts as he speaks through ideas, like he's walking and keeps discovering new alleyways to go down. This means that while he does have a few good ideas, he very often gets distracted, ending up miles away from any sort of coherent answer.

Likes: sweets ;; summer ;; hot chocolate
Dislikes: sitting in class ;; bugs ;; being cold
Fears: really dislikes insects, to the point of having to leave a room if there are too many ;; not being good enough

Bio: Micah's a Death City citizen born and raised, his family living in a small apartment for almost as long as he can remember. He's been told that the first year of his life they lived in a bigger house, before moving, but he can hardly be expected to remember it. All he's ever known are the peeling-wallpaper walls, and the smell of something burning in the kitchen, in a part of the city that's always loud, even in the early hours of the day. He's an only child, but not by choice. He had an older brother, gone before he was ever born, and his mum doesn't like to talk about it, lips thinning and eyes suspiciously glassy. They've always been okay though, just the three of them, his dad coming in in the evenings to a warm house of food and his mum always waiting to greet him after school. Their apartment was small but not too small, and they had neighbours that went to DWMA. When he showed that he had the potential to be a meister, and was subsequently accepted to DWMA his mother was happy, but not as happy as he expected her to be. She told him with her glassy eyes to do well, and his dad patted him on the back.

At school, he’s as rowdy as ever, and gets into fights more often than not about something that could very easily be solved with words. He doesn’t like how his mum looks when he comes home with bruised knuckles and a bloody nose though, so he tries to keep a lid on it most times. He loves fighting with a partner, feeling completely synced with someone as they fight. He’s the typical student, really.

Extra: theme song - imreallytiredthisdaysucks by boy pablo ;; always wearing a cap


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Demon Weapon or Meister

Details: Micah comes out swinging, giving it all he's got at the beginning of the fight before petering out slowly as he loses energy. He isn't an endurance fighter, and no matter how much people tell him to conserve his energy he seems to just have a switch in his brain that either makes him go all out or regulate himself too much. He's a close quarters combat fighter, and practices martial arts accordingly.

Soul: a teal colour that has a cap on it and has crosses instead of eyes.

Strengths:
- thinks on his feet
- good instincts in fighting
- will see something through to the end

Weaknesses:
- having a pickier wavelength
- running into a situation with no plan
- shoot first ask questions later attitude

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Name: Seren Gogo
Nickname: N/A

Age: 16
D.o.B: 08/08
Gender: Female

Height: 5'5"
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Purple

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Persona:
Seren is a young lady that doesn't have a very high opinion of other people, and isn't shy about letting them know it. She takes the idea of "being the best you can be" more seriously than it was probably ever meant to be taken, casting a harsh light on anyone who doesn't live up to "proper standards". She's, perhaps, someone who is in far too much of a rush to grow up. Her natural enemies are the lazy and the irresponsible, but thanks to what can only be described as borderline paranoia, she's quick to put herself at odds with everybody else too. Just yawning in class is enough to earn yourself a glare from her direction, let alone something like being tardy or disruptive; She especially fosters a resent for "people who haven't earned their place", that is to say, people who succeed in life despite not holding themselves up to her standards. In her eyes, the ends do not justify the means, so both have to be up to snuff.

Socially, her 'good side' is virtually non-existent. She keeps herself to as high a standard as she does anyone else, but as a friend that does little more than ensure honesty and punctuality. Which, while nice on their own, aren't enough for most people to look past her eagerness to cast suspicion on and insult them for the smallest slip ups.

Practically speaking however, the method of her madness does seem to be working out for her. She's a studious and hardworking girl, performing well in both her theoretical and practical studies, ensuring her as a partner of fine quality of those that can deal with... The rest of her. She's got no problem with pulling her weight or working up a sweat, not expecting her partner to do all the physical heavy lifting in the pairing, so long as they keep a respectful relationship.

Likes:

• A willingness to learn
• A packed schedule
• Being prepared

Dislikes:

• Vanity
• Lethargy
• Boisterousness

Fears:

• Failure, and everything related to it.

Bio:
If you were to ask Seren about her past, she'd reply "It was overrun by deadbeats." She was raised by a single mother whose path of employment involved a dance club and long nights. While well enough paid, she wasn't able to be around very often because of it, and other influences took root in Seren's young mind.

Specifically, those of her aunt's.

Her Aunt Anemone was a woman who was in a situation not too dissimilar than her sister's. The two moved in together for the sake of finance, making her a convenient enough babysitter for her growing niece. Anemone, however, was not able to take her lost love into stride nearly as well as Seren's mother did. Perhaps it was because she lacked the grounding that a child of her own provided, or perhaps that was just her nature, but her experience left her a much more bitter woman either way. She'd been used. Wooed by some no-good man that whispered sweet nothings into her ear as he'd slipped notes from her pockets; And she'd have no more of it.

She didn't exactly go out of her way to 'condition Seren to think just like her', or anything extreme like that, but she'd do more than half the job of raising her and had never been the type to keep her mouth shut. Anemone was much more of an authority figure in Seren's life than her sunny but often absent mother was, so it was only natural that she would begin to adopt her aunt's outlook on life. It started off well enough, with a greater disposition towards hard work than most her age, but as she got older she starter to resemble Anemone more and more. She'd begin to outright resent the people she saw as not giving their all, and even those who were that she judged to be 'looking in the wrong direction'; And by the time she entered the DWMA, even Anemone had made that list.

The day when she discovered herself as a Demon Weapon wasn't one of celebration, or even despair; It was just one where she felt a renewed sense of duty. If this was the path that fate had set out of her, then so be it. She wasn't going to run away.

She was better than that.

Stronger than that.

And she'd prove it.

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Demon Weapon or Meister
Details:
Meteor Hammer
Seren takes the form of a Meteor Hammer, an ancient Chinese weapon that can be described as something like a doubled-headed flail. It consists of two spiked balls connected by a three meter long chain. Each ball is 25 centimeters across, and is covered in nine 10 centimeter long spikes.

• Full & Partial Transformation - Seren is able to transform both fully and partially. Her partial transformation allows her to transform her fists into the heads of her weapon form, essentially transforming them into spiked, iron boxing gloves.

Soul: White, and surrounded by a cloud of spiritual energy that resembles snow. When entering Resonance this 'snow' is enraged and comes to life as a raging blizzard.

Strengths:

• Autonomous - While not as capable a fighter as her Meister, Seren has trained herself to be capable of autonomous combat. She's strong enough to deal with minor threats on her own, and at the very least, stall for time against ones that would usually call for a Weapon-Meister duo. Autonomous combat is a continued point of study for her and she shows no signs of being anywhere near satisfied with her current abilities.
• Raw Power - While there is certainly a surplus of technique involved in the proper use of Seren's weapon form, not much of it is required if her Meister just wants to hit something very hard. Blows from Seren deal a hefty amount of damage, both bludgeoning and stunning foes with a vicious striking power that'd make any Witch reel.
• Utility - There's a lot that can be done with Seren by a more experienced user. Attacking aside, as a Meteor Hammer she's capable of manipulating the distance between her and a foe with great effectiveness, can be used to disarm or hinder the enemy, as well as much more.

Weaknesses:

• Poor Defense - Seren's weapon form isn't very well suited to self defense. Her user needs to be very capable in terms of pushing an advantage and keeping up an aggressive pace, as both her momentum-based nature and unwieldy design cause it to be quite troublesome for them to work their way out of disadvantageous situations.
• Large - Seren needs a lot of space to properly get going. In enclosed areas, her Meister won't properly be able to build momentum, or execute a vast array of the techniques that'd usually be possible with her. Her damage output is ruined, and her versatility is cut in half.
• Unwieldy - When Seren and her Meister are out of Resonance, they'll really be out of Resonance. The usual issues aside, her chain will also shift and bend in odd ways, running counter to the wielder's intent one minute, and almost attacking them the next.

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Name: Alice Aleshia
Nickname: Ali

Age: 16
D.o.b: March 22nd
Gender: Female

Height: 5'6
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Red
Face Claim:






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Persona: Alice is extremely bubbly and always has some pep in her step, it's extremely rare to see Alice without a smile on her face as she never seems to be sad. She always seems to have something to smile about, she's extremely friendly also often found talking to someone. She enjoys the company of others and gets bored very easily when alone or standing still for too long. Of course this is only the surface of Alice it's not like this is some facade Alice genuinely does love spending time with others, she just always happens to enjoy completely annihilating foes as well. Alice has a sorta blood lust to her maybe a result of being a torture weapon but Alice seems to sometimes enjoy toying with her foes before finishing them off. This can lead to her getting too overconfident which results in her getting beaten but even knowing this Alice can't seem to help herself like an itch she just has to scratch.

Likes: Playing with others, Hanging out with friends, Making foes beg for mercy
Dislikes: Doing nothing, Being bored, Sour drinks
Fears: Alice actually has a bit of a fear of being alone as well as small enclosed spaces, if she ever finds herself in either of these situations she will immediately began to panic. The only thing that can hope to calm her down is getting out of there or having someone with her whose hand she could hold.

Bio: Alice comes from a family of weapons her father, his father before him, and his father before him were all torture weapons. While many of them had attended DWMA none of them became Death Scythes as such when Alice showed she was a weapon as well the pressure was on. Her father would often tell her that she had to think different from other weapons, while they could rely on a Meister to fight alongside them it was highly likely she'd be alone. That's where the basement came into play Alice's father would lock her down there to practice for the whole day. The experience gave her a phobia of being alone and in dark enclosed spaces alone. In order to overcome this fear whenever Alice was let out she made sure to smile as if to force herself to be happy and after the same thing everyday it actually began to work. Yet it might also this that gave birth to Alice's bloodthirsty nature in combat or simply something due to her torture weapon nature.


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Demon Weapon or Meister

Details: Iron Maiden-I know what you're thinking how can an Iron Maiden be a weapon? Well Alice shows off just how versatile of a weapon an Iron Maiden really is. For one she's capable of fully transforming into an Iron Maiden and acting as a mouse trap of some sorts. When one gets close enough she can snap shut and let the many spikes inside do the work for her. Alice can also transform without the spikes so that she will not kill whatever she traps inside her, along with this Alice can also partially transform so that her body is covered in spikes running into others like an extreme porcupine. Alice's Iron Maiden form can even be used as a defensive technique by placing someone inside before they get attack she can block them from attacks.

Soul: Alice's soul is very sharp with many spiky points on it. Her soul is very bright radiating a type of happiness yet one could also clearly see there is a darkness in the brightness.

Strengths: Great defensive option, Deadly attacks, Team player
Weaknesses: Hard to use weapon, No ranged capabilities, Can't fight back if defending

 

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Grace Amadeus Fugue​

Age: 15. Barely.Class: MeisterD.O.B.: 04/04Gender: Female

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Likes:
-- Music, especially classical and rock.
-- Rest days
-- Organs of all sorts

Dislikes:
-- Silence
-- Oppressive authority
-- Out of key singing.

Soul: A grey eighth note, complete with a small stem and flag, roughly matching the silhouette of her hair. The edges of it ripple and waver during resonance with distortions similar to those one might associate with sound.

Fears: Madness. Though she seeks to study it, Madness--as well as the idea that she might be going mad--tends to terrify her. If convinced that she's going mad, she might just make that belief a reality.
Appearance:
Despite her name, Grace doesn't seem "graceful" so much as loose, her clothing and posture relaxing and falling however they so choose to. This isn't to say that she looks messy--indeed, far from it--simply that it appears as if she puts minimal effort into her appearance while still receiving decent results. Though it's entirely possible that this could translate into "natural" grace as she grows older, at her current age (and with her current styles of slightly-grungy clothing) it's likely more fair to state that her appearance is a light manifestation of the "apathy-itis" that has taken over many a teenager's life.

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Personality:
Much like her appearance, the theme of Grace's personality is "flowing." It's not her job to go against the tide, it's her job to maneuver within in it with the skill and precision of a champion swimmer. Though it appears paradoxical to many, she's somehow managed to replace most forms of worrying with forms of focus, letting whatever happens to her happen while honing in on what she can actually do in any given situation to change it to her will. Life's an orchestra, so just focus on your part.
When her relaxed outward nature is coupled with this outlook and her natural drive, she seems less like someone who is plain lazy and more like someone who is "in the zone" one-hundred percent of the time. Whether or not she truly is, of course, remains to be seen.
Interpersonally, these internal processes shine through to create a relaxed, slightly distant, but nonetheless extremely tolerable person. She's the "quiet friend," the one with rare but quality insights that spends most of the hangout engaged in whatever they want to do while quietly listening, but will always engaged when talked to; independent, but always willing to swing back your way as part of their orbit.
Oddly enough, Grace's easy-going nature makes it easy for her to resonate with many of her classmates. Ironically, this quirk of personality has all but glued her to Seren, as she's just about the only meister in the class capable of indefinitely handling her natural abrasion without long-term discouragement or frequent clashes. As Grace describes it, she herself is the "downtime" of a song, the measures when the entire band chills out and rolls with the beat. And Seren? She's the crazy licks and the guitar solos. Grace, the calm, chugging bass to Seren's screaming upper registers. The Santana to her Dragonforce. The first half of Free Bird versus the second half of Free Bird.
You get it.

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Biography:
The Fugue family, historically, is not a family of meisters. But it is a family of maestros.
It is a name of great wealth and long-running classical talent; a clan of conductors, first-chairs, famed soloists, and treasured composers. Ordered, principled, and cyclical, much like the looping, iterating genre of the same name.
It is also a name of dwindling prospects, for just as the word Fugue is tied to intertwining, ever-shifting melodies in unison, so too is it tied to a twisting, deep, labyrinthine madness.
Growing up, Grace's mother, Aria, watched the elder members of her family fade away one by one. Dementia, depression, Alzheimer's, and personality disorders of all stripes--as each lost their supposed personhood, they were removed from the grand familial mansion, never to be seen again. By the time she was twenty, the beautiful cacophony of practicing family had become an eerie silence, broken solely by her own singing and the light pattering feet of her few attendants. Loneliness tugged at her heart and mind with reckless abandon, yet despite the encroaching darkness, she became an operatic jewel, touring throughout the world and performing for audiences from Alabama to New Zealand.
In Copenhagen, while slated for a performance as the Queen of the Night in The Magic Flute, Aria fell madly in love with the production's prodigious first flute, Nills Quarter. He proposed to her at the penultimate performance, and the two were married at the end of the opera's run; the production's closing celebration doubled as their engagement party.
Together, the two continued their performances and escapades throughout the world, finally settling after Grace's birth. Their little "grace note," as she was called, became the object of much doting and devotion, especially when it became clear that she happily shared her family's musical aspirations. Aria's mind eased as the joy of music returned to her household, delighting in father-daughter duets, composing trios for the family, and Grace's frequent practice sessions upon the organ in the manor's main hall.
Yet, this stability did not last very long, as Nills soon fell gravely ill; though she still had her daughter, for Aria, the loss of her life's love was too much to bear. She felt the onset of the familial "curse" early on, isolating herself as far from her daughter as she could until she no longer had the mind to do so. Mind nearly gone, she eventually turned on her offspring, forcing long and brutal instruction on her. Grace played for longer and longer hours, and was often woken by her mother in the middle of the night when the silence became unbearable. Slowly, she realized that she was able to "feel" people, and her mother's demeanor became stifling and torturous, as if her madness were now crawling within Grace's own mind and forcing her to retreat further into herself. The servants of the house could not bear to send away their last master, yet the girl herself would not last long in her mother's clutches.
And, so it was, that Grace was sent away in the middle of the night to family friends in Death City, the only remaining household to which the girl had even the slightest connection.
As she grew, the young Grace began to resent her mother and the music that she played, though more than anything else, she resented the madness that took her loving, "true" mother from her. Now free, she began straying away from desired classicality, delving deeply into countercultures and blaring, angry, modern music. At nights, she began leaving the house, biking downtown in the dead of night to look in through club windows and watch rock concerts from illegally-scaled rooftops and far-away hills. She fell in with a rowdy, youthful crowd of her own, always disregarding the concerns of her new guardians; even punishment did not dissuade her.
In time, her newfound freedom and distance from her mother managed to mellow her, the initial burst of emotion brought about by her mother's change now mixing with a more reserved nature brought about by greater experience; she even managed to find a certain amount of peace in practicing classical music again, albeit on her own terms. Having grown confident in her independence--even despite her young age--she eventually decided to apply for the Academy. Her senses had taught her that there was more to madness than meets the eye, and she had grown particularly wary of that sensitive kernel of lost control within many people. If her mother and her family history were any indication, her own days were numbered unless she found help.
Thankfully, the DWMA might just have the answers she needs. Maybe, she thought, if she learned enough, if she worked hard enough, if she did everything she needed to do, she'd find a way to not only keep herself sane, but bring back the mother she wishes she can see again.

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Abilities:
-- Soul Perception: Just the basics, nothing to see here.
-- "Major" Menace: One of two "riffs" on Soul Menace developed through a combination of instruction and personal experimentation. After all, Wavelengths are the "sound" of the soul, and Grace sure knows a hell of a lot about sound. Major Menace, for the most part, is indistinguishable from the average Soul Menace (save for its different naming for the sake of paring with Minor Menace), though it tends to have more concussive force than the menace of the average user.
-- "Minor" Menace: The stiletto to Major Menace's sledgehammer, Minor Menace has less power than a full Soul Menace attack, though it's far harder to see coming. There's no visual build-up for Minor Menace, and Grace tends to use it as something resembling a "poke of death" more than anything else; with enough concentration, Grace can turn a light tap into a devastating blow, though without the overwhelming power of a more "open" wavelength attack.
-- Master Musician: Though it's not relevant to the majority of her EAT schooling, Grace's early life has gifted her with a musical foundation that's difficult for others of her age to match. Though rock and classical are her mainstays, she can easily deal with just about any genre, and plays whatever she fancies. Her training in this area does lead to useful analogies for mastering wavelength-related studies, however, something bolstered by her surprisingly flexible soul.
Strengths:
-- Wave Rider: Perhaps strangely, Grace's musical training has allowed her to create rather useful mental comparisons between soul wavelengths and sound. As a result of both this and her even demeanor, she tends to resonate easily and pick up new meister skills with surprising quickness--so long as she practices.
-- Sonic Sensitive: Despite seemingly blasting her ears into nothingness whenever she has her headphones on, Grace is quite good at picking out individual sounds in the midst of battle.
-- Conductor: What's the use of playing with others if you can't figure out how all your parts should fit together? When put into unexpected situations with unexpected people, Grace has managed to put together surprisingly quick strategies. They aren't always optimal, and they aren't always easy to execute, but Grace can turn a cacophony into a symphony with a few minor changes.
Weaknesses:
-- That's Not The Plan: In line with Grace's attitude regarding how best to make one's way through life, if Grace feels like she has some better idea for the survival of herself and her weapon, or the completion of the mission, chances are she'll just go do it. If she doesn't need to tell you about it, she probably won't even let you know.
-- The Sound of Silence: Want to begin chipping away at her sanity? Just ensure she can't hear anything.
-- Runs in the Family: Speaking of sanity, there's no telling just how much of it Grace has. Were she a normal girl, she'd likely live out her life just fine for years, but when immersed in the world from which your family's curse stems? Well...
Equipment: Grace carries a harmonica around in her pocket to cope with boredom. It also counters the slight discomfort caused by silence, which reminds her of her mother--and her mother's madness.

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Supporting Characters
-- Aria Fugue: A famous opera singer, and Grace's formerly loving mother. Having fallen prey to her family's long-standing instability, it would be a stretch to call Aria even a shadow of her former self. Grace, now believing that there is perhaps more to her family's mental history than mere chance, hopes to use her knowledge gained at DWMA to bring her mother back from the brink.
-- Seren Gogo: Grace's hot-headed, pushy, slightly-paranoid partner. Seeing as resonating with Seren is a one-way ticket to Hurt City for many meisters, Grace has taken up the task, with a mutual respect for each other's personal drive doing the brunt of the work in regards to resonance capability. Grace doesn't know enough about her partner to nail down why she acts the way that she does, but is content to believe that it comes from a place of wanting everyone to reach their fullest potential. Whether she knows it or not, Seren's goading has been a major source of improvement fuel for Grace herself.
-- Father Michaelis: Grace's contact for her sunday organ job, and one of the only people that she feels comfortable divulging more personal details to. That said, she doesn't vent all that often.

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Extra
-- Grace keeps two guitars (electric and acoustic), a bass guitar, and a Kazzio synthesizer in her room. She'd never admit it, but the Kazzio is her favorite.
-- She sometimes moonlights at Deathstaurant as one of their live music offerings for a side-job, and also pulls in a pretty hefty stack of cash for playing a church organ on Sundays.
-- Despite her musical inclinations, Grace's most prized possession is not an instrument, but a motorized bicycle that she and her old street friends modified to look slightly more like a "real" motorcycle. To her, it's a symbol of her cultivated freedom.
-- Grace can't relax or fall asleep without either music or white noise playing due to the anxiety that silence causes her. She's also something of a poor test-taker for this same reason unless there's an air conditioner running somewhere, or enough page rustling and pencil-scratching for her to hone in on.
-- Since arriving at DWMA, Grace has been trying to put together a band she's preemptively called "the Resonators." Word is she hasn't actually recruited anyone yet.

 

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[div class=textbox]Name: Ren Inoue
Age: 16
D O B: July 4th
Gender: Male
CLASS: Demon Weapon

+ Likes: Food, Fighting, Training, Being Loud, Pulling pranks, having a good time with friends
- Dislikes: Veggies, medicine, spiders, swimming

Soul: It has a cocky look on it's face and has his spiky hair. The color of his soul is orange.

Appearance: Ren's most distinguishing feature is his spiky orange hair, a trait he has been ridiculed about for years on end. He is a fairly tall, lean-built young man with peach skin and brown eyes. He likes to wear slim fitting clothes.

Personality: When he was younger, Ren considered his mother to be the center of his world, always smiling when he was with his mother and regularly holding her hand. Despite crying whenever he lost in a match at the dojo he usually smiled right after once seeing his mother coming to pick him up. At a very young age, Ren heard his father saying his name means "to protect one thing," which instilled in him a desire to protect his mother. As a pre-teen, Ren is stubborn, short-tempered, strong-willed, and impulsive. Despite claiming not to care about what other people think about him, he attempts to maintain a detached and "cool" image. He can sometimes have a childish behavior that he pulls pranks on others and jokes around too much. He's outspoken, hot-headed demeanor is a trait Ren himself has acknowledged, and if somebody picks a fight with him, he cannot help fighting back. He coldly refers to his teachers as "instructors". He has difficulty remembering people's faces and names. Ren becomes extremely shy and uncomfortable around nude or immodestly dressed women. Ren is often disrespectful when talking to those older than himself, like calling the principle of DWMA gramps or teachers by their given name instead of Mr or Mrs. He often taunts and belittles his opponents when fighting, sometimes attacking without warning. Ren also has a strong desire to win every battle he enters, though Ren's resolve in battle can waver at times, which can impede his fighting prowess, and goes into a state of depression and self-loathing when he loses a major battle or lets a friend down. Ren despises those who mistreat their allies in any way, even if they are his own enemies.

Backstory: Ren grew up somewhere around Death City where most things go down in the most shadiest ways. He had a nice family of him his mother and father, he was closer to his mother then father. When Ren turned 4 he joined a karate dojo to learn how to fight and his father also trained him behind the scenes, as Ren got older his training got heavier then ever and his father pushed that Ren should go to DWMA since Ren had the personality of a upcoming star. Ren never listened to his dad because of the young age and brushed it off. When Ren turned 12 years old him and his mother were walking down a creepy ally because he insisted on going a shortcut to get home faster. He seen a girl getting harassed by men and tried to help her, once he ran over to her he was put unconscious. When Ren woke up he could see his mother above him covered in blood, and her eyes were empty as if her soul was taken. After his mother's death Ren constantly visited that ally way skipping school and his father found him there one night on his way home from work. Taking Ren home with him the morning after Ren's father noticed Ren left home extremely early so he followed Ren and seen he was walking back and forth of the ally way. When Ren turned 13 he asked his father why his mother died and his dad told him she was really sick, which was partially true. His father gave him a gift his mother was meaning to give to him which was the scarf she's been knitting over the time Ren grew up, which is why it's so long. Ren didn't buy the lie his father gave him and swore to find whoever killed his mother, so he enrolled in DWMA hoping to be able to find his killer.

Strengths: good fighter, loyal, cool
Weaknesses: too cool, hot headed, falling in love to fast

Weapon form:

Base Weapon form: The blade is white while the wrappings is black and the wrappings are long enough to touch the floor. The wrapping around the holding part of the sword is the scarf he wears in human form.​

Partial/Full transformation: Ren is able to turn his right arm into the blade.​

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Scarf: His scarf was knitted by his mother before she died from illness.​

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[div class=textbox]Name: Kai Takeshi
Age: 17
D O B: September 27
Gender: Male
CLASS: Meister

+Likes: Training, Reading, Girls, Studying, Resting under trees, silence to a certain extent, and music
-Dislikes: Loud people, Annoying girls, Evil in any sort that harms the people he cares for

Appearance: Kai is 6'3 and weighs around 145 mostly pure muscle. He doesn't really show is muscular features as he keeps himself clothed and usually has a jacket on. His hair is black but his eyes are red. His fingers are slightly long and he wears size 11 in shoes. You can see a beauty mark on his left cheek which girls usually compliment about it. He has dimples when he smiles and also has back dimples. His upper part and lower part are both equally fit as all he does is workout and train on his spare time or reading to keep his mind as strong as his body.

Personality: Kai is a gentle giant who doesn't let anyone disrespect him or anyone around him. One thing that anyone that knows Kai knows is he won't address a situation up front or speak on it but instead deal with it behind the scenes. He grew up in the streets of Death City so it sticks to him to be of a beast he was while living on the streets before coming to DWMA. He likes to joke a lot and playfully mess with his friends as it feels like he's stepping away from his old self who was cold and selfish. Kai tries to keep positive over everything he's been through what makes Ren relatively say he's a strong person. Kai is very passionate about training his body and mind, while he does push ups or any other workout he reads while doing it. Surprisingly that's his best way of studying is by working out while doing so. He has his streets smarts but also his book smarts as test in DWMA are usually his specialty and he's also recognized for that n for being a skilled combatant.

Bio: Kai grew up a simple life of a family of a mother, father, and a little sister. He was born and raised in Death city. At a young age his parents was never home hardly able to live in the expensive Death City. Leaving him with and his sister home alone most of the time. Do to his parents not being around he got himself into a lot more trouble then anyone expected being in gangs, getting arrested, almost having a kid and such more. His sister died on their way walking home from him picking her up from middle school. Getting hit by a random person that hard a dark aura is what killed his lovely sister and put him in eternal despair. The killer beat Kai and ate his sisters soul in front of his eyes and proceeded to leave. Because of his younger sisters death he let himself get consumed in drugs such to smoking and sipping getting more involved with the streets. Kai started going crazy slowly thinking about his younger sisters death that happened before his eyes soon believing unreal imaginations such as selling his soul to revive her or even begin eating souls himself in what he did while being involved with the streets of Death city. He read books such as the tale of lucifer and such to figure a way to see her one last time. He robbed stores with his members and tend to cause more ruckus then his family expected. After being locked up more then twice his mother tried to tell him to go back to school for her and his father but he refused and ran away from home. Though while he was on this tyrant rampage DWMA's Principle came to go on a meeting coming across Kai doing his daily rampage and stopped him soon taking Kai in saying he had potential to becoming a strong fighter for DWMA. Kai was also promised to see his sister one last time if he follows the path of good instead of evil. (What I mean he will see his sister again meaning he will be gifted a path to the heavens by following the path of good again to see the one he is so hurting to see).

Soul: The color of his soul is Blue and it has his calm facial appearance with a weird black outline around it, and it looks like black electricity flow around it. If someone to see his soul it would give off two different vibes depending on the situation. If he lost it and allowed the madness to get to him, the soul will turn Black with a blue outline and have a evil look like a skull. If he's normal they will get a more peacefull feeling off from it but still have that uncertainty

Abilities:
- Soul Perception: technique in which relates to the ability to perceive souls
- Soul Menace: meister-exclusive attack in which users attack with their wavelength with one hand into an opponent's body through a physical strike on them, causing strong direct and internal damage.
- Two Palm Soul Menace: Like the Soul Menace it's the user attacking with their wavelength instead they use two palms and the damage is increased and so are the affects.
- Madness: If pushed through his limits something within him emerges turning him and his partner insane and turns the fighting style into a more barbaric and savage style. Meaning he can cut someone arm off and not remember doing so when he calms down. His madness takes the form of a pitch black figure that appears in his nightmare next to his sister and eats her or does something sinister to her.

Fighting style: Kai is a expert at hand to hand combat and using swords, even though he never held a real sword before he used tree branches and practiced his swordsmanship and usually used them on his heist. In NY he was known as Tree Boy since he usually attacked people with a long branch.

Strengths:
+ Strong
+ Fast on his feet
+ Unlike his Partner Kai is more calm and level headed which allows him to tackle their problems easier then Ren.
+ A battle genious. Kai is a fighting genious as all he does is train and study others fighting styles.
+ Kind heart even though he followed the path of darkness
Weakness:
- Haunting nightmares of his sisters death continuously appearing.
- Gets over confident in his own talent and sometimes leaves himself open
- Doesn't take fights seriously until extremely late

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月影月子Name:
Tsukikage Tsukiko

Nickname:
Tsuki
2key
One Eyed Assassin

Age:
17

D.o.b:
22nd February

Gender:
Female

Height:
5’10”

Weight:
170 lbs

Hair Color:
Silver

Eye Color:
Grey

Face Claim:
original artwork by shark waka

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Persona:
Rumors abound about how ninja were cold, efficient killers, without remorse or emotion. Tsuki dispels that illusion. Yes, she is an efficient assassin, but she is far from heartless. Warm, friendly, amiable, and, for the most part, patient to a fault, she is what many would see as a rather normal girl-next-door. For the most part, she is. As the eldest, she exhibits the usual big sister behaviour, being quite protective of others, yet calm and observant, opting to defend others with words rather than actions. If worse comes to worse, she will take more drastic actions, but she would prefer things remain diplomatic.

Tsuki is a naturally hard worker, and strives to keep her family name untarnished. She may not have been EAT, but she will make sure that she upheld the honor of her family name. She strives to ensure that her siblings will follow her path, or even outperform her, and if they should choose to do the latter, she would ensure that it would not be an easy path, and yet, not one fraught with intense trials.

Lately, however, she seems to be exhibiting a much more confident persona. The encounter with the assailant has changed her ever so slightly, and though she smiles and behaves just as welcoming as ever, she carries in her tone a certain venom in her words that she isn't as patient as before. She gets ever so slightly angered by loud and overconfident people, and that simple emotion is just enough for her to lace her words with poison.

Likes:
Expresso
Weapons
Cute stuff (including people)
Literature

Dislikes:
Art-related activities
Inactivity
Pride

Fears:
Being weak

Bio:

‘The fate of a shinobi is the fate of death.’
-Motto of Tsukikage Clan​

Tsukiko is the eldest of the 6th generation of the Tsukikage clan. One would expect heavy expectations being put on her shoulders as the future matriarch of the clan. One would be right. That wasn't to say, however, that Tsuki dislikes such a burden. She shoulders it with pride and gratitude, happy to contribute her part to the family. At the risk of sounding like a cliche, she was raised as a perfect killer. Not the kind that goes around slaughtering masses, but a methodical, meticulous, efficient one. No fuss, no muss, mission accomplished to the letter, ‘t’s crossed, ‘i’s dotted, all while remaining within the shadows. In short, she was raised to be what her family always were: a ninja.

Tsuki was raised by a pair of loving parents, and despite the harsh training, she was also cared for, and showered with love. Her siblings that came after her were trained by her, and though they were instructed to give her everything they had, and do their best to kill her, they were also, thankfully, rather good kids who knew the difference between duty and love. She knew that it was just something to keep her on her toes. After all, as the future head of the family, she was to be prepared for everything.

Every member of the Tsukikage family enrolled in the DWMA without fail, as all of them were certified Meisters. Some of the older generations even brought in their Weapons into the family, thus expanding the family further into not just the Meisters, but also the Weapons. Some of them entered the EAT course, but the majority of them were content with NOT. After all, their duty was to carry out the systematic deaths of whomever their client paid for. They were far from the dispensing of justice that the DWMA encouraged. It was not anything to be ashamed of. Tsuki, herself, was just fine to be in part of the NOT course. She just needed to get some paperwork done, finish the tests, pass with flying colours.

If only it were that simple.

In her first year, during a school break, she would have had the misfortune to have witnessed an assault on a fellow academymate. As said, Tsukiko wasn't heartless, and she certainly wasn't stupid, and she wasn't supposed to put her life on the line for someone who wasn't paying, but for some reason or another, she couldn't just leave them alone. Moving in, she stabbed the assailant on the back, and received two blasts to her face and her chest for her trouble. Wounded and the commotion having drawn the eyes of passersby, the figure vanished from sight, leaving a wounded Tsukiko. She remained in a comatose state for nearly half a year. The attack also left her left eye permanently damaged and ugly scars across on her chest and her face. When she finally woke halfway into the term, her first worry was that this disfiguration was harmful to her line of duty- people would recognise and notice someone who was scarred more than someone who wasn't. The next worry was that lying in bed for half a year did no miracles for her muscle mass. She appealed to the DWMA, stating that she would rejoin them again in the next enrolment- she was far too weak and far too discombobulated to settle her duties as a student. She had to work things out for a while.

She returned the year after, looking no worse for wear. Something, however, had changed. Tsuki wasn't looking just for NOT now, she was intent on joining the EAT. For some reason or another, her attacker’s identity chewed at her, and there was some merit to joining EAT. Normally, an assassin does not take things into personal account- it just wasn't professional. However, for this one case, she had to settle things. The excuse was that she had left a target alive, and that goes against all things that an assassin stood for. The real reason behind it was much more simple- what kind of being wielded that much power that it would burn away at her flesh with just two strikes? She was curious, and she was eager to get rid of such a being. The EAT course was just that mean to that end.

Extra:
Tsuki bears two ugly scars, one on her chest, and one on her left eye. They seem to resemble burn scars, with the skin and the nerves beyond recovery. There is nothing left of her left eye. She covers up her facial scar with both an eyepatch and a fringe.

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Demon Weapon or Meister (bold one)

Details:
Tsuki is what one may call a flexible combatant. Her comparatively average compatibility with Weapon partners is made up with her natural talent with any type of weapon. She always resorts to brute force to outright overwhelm her target, and favours quick, powerful blows with as little flourish as possible. She is the epitome of what one may call a lightning bruiser. Alone, she moves not unlike a prizefighter in the ring, ducking and weaving through attacks and delivering hard punches and the occasional kicks. She primarily aims at the head, or tries to set up a blow to the head. She adapts particularly well to her assigned Weapons, and is surprisingly easy to work with as a Meister partner. She still tries to maintain her lightning bruiser form throughout, however, so Weapon partners best be prepared for high-velocity roadkills.

As a lone operator, Tsuki is capable of altering her Soul Wavelength to become a dissonant force, capable of disrupting other wavelengths and shutting down a powerful offense or an unbreakable defense borne from the opponent’s own Wavelength.

Soul:
It is a light blue colour like most common souls, but bears a weird splotch on one side resembling one of her scars. The ‘scar’ seems to radiate a slightly darker colour. Her soul’s appearance is also, strangely, slightly larger than usual. It occasionally pulses and its colouration may warp, but is otherwise unremarkable.

Strengths:
Tsuki is naturally skilled, both as a hand-to-hand combatant as well as a Meister. She adapts extremely easily to any kind of weapon type, and is capable of making the best out of any of her partners. Even weirder Weapon types have commented, in her short time in DWMA before her hospitalisation, that she has exhibited some creativity in wielding them as well.

She is physically tough, and has the physique of a prizefighter rather than an assassin, but also possesses the training and skill of one. Her all-round build and skillsets make her athletic, tough, and strong.

Weaknesses:
Tsuki is a purely physical fighter, and has received no actual training as an EAT yet. Because of this, she lacks the more supernatural abilities presented by other Meisters. Her Soul Perception is barely lacklustre, being only able to pick up presences and not any real details, and has some trouble using her Soul wavelength as anything outside of a defensive force.

Furthermore, her Soul ‘Dissonance’, as she terms it, is extremely difficult to match up due to how much it can throw her partner out of rhythm. This is exactly its function- creating a Wavelength meant to interrupt and ruin a flow. This samesaid effect can easily extend to her own partner, destroying their Resonance easily.

 

[Scheani]

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Name: Chellice Estella (Shell-eese)

Nickname: Ella

Age: 14

D.o.b: 10.17

Gender: Female

Height: 5'4" in 4" heels

Hair Color: Rusty brown

Eye Color: Grey Brown

Face Claim:

Generally she looks very... Smol. Like if you were to take an image and drag down on one corner.
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Persona: Materi, or motherly. While looking like a general bitch when she is thinking, resting bitch face, Chellice is far from that description. She wishes nothing more than to help people as best as she can, her nature to aid overriding humans self perseverance code. Its said she would save a fly from a trap, is that true? (no she is afraid of bugs and thinks they all must perish.) This leaves her as much of a hazard as an asset. Her nature pulls her closer to danger, as that is where people need the most help, is it not?

She loves to be around people, feeling drawn to crowds and such. Chellice unsurprisingly has a bad 'compass' and will often be tricked into doing things, despite being quite smart, her trust in people just being that strong. She just cant help but love people, even if people think its weird.

Very rarely she can be made to.... Set loose a mood? Explode? Well whatever the word, if the right buttons are pressed she just may let loose the wrath of many years of silenced anger. Her super power is swallowing emotions for herself, and protecting others with a fiery passion.

Likes: Chill, Drama, Music, People, Being valued

Dislikes: Spiders, People complaining without doing anything, cocky ...people

Fears: Heights, being alone, silence

Bio: Chellice was born in the middle of nowhere, having almost no connection to Death city before she turned 11. When turning 11 she was moved from said nowhere to the city, as her parents had passed and she came to stay with her grandparents. Can I say culture shock? Her parents were hard working agriculturists, growing what they need to live on, and doing the odds and ends for everything else. There she helped care for the children of the area as she was not much of a farmer.

Her grandparents on the other hand were both previous meister-weapons, and had retired long ago. Not that they did so willingly, no rather their age was beginning to look more like questions on a final exam than that of someone who would be fighting corrupt. Honestly it is scary how much they love to fight. Once Chellice came to Death city she found that all life was not all caring for children and living for oneself but could also be fighting against the things wrong in this world.

Inspired the weapon came to the school in hopes of being something like her grandparents, with a gentle twist as she is still that girl who helped care for the younger children.

Spoiler: Fam

MOM AND DAD


GRANDPARENTS -- They are older than they look

Spoiler: Extra

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Demon Weapon

Details:

Spoiler: Rare

If her wavelength is phenomenally matched with her meister she can obtain this form

The green thing not the human.

Soul: Vibrant Mint, closer to Cyan around the edges which almost resembles a small sun as it fades around the edges without a tail.

Strengths: Hand to hand combat, she is very feisty to say the least despite her motherly appeal.

Weaknesses: She has not much strength behind her stamina and passion. Her hits while fast and skilled while in human form are low on the damage scale. Her need to help people will also be classified as a weakness as she cannot help her self and is like a stubborn child when she has that in mind.
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[Leavant Carver]

Name:
Stacey Carver, Jr
Nickname:
Jr.
Stacks

Age: 16
D.o.b: July 7th
Gender: Male

Height: 5’9
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
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Persona:​

Stacey is a calm and considerate person who enjoys peace and quiet. Only speaking when he needs to, and when he does he presents his statements with powerful articulation. Never in a particular rush to do something, Stacey is able to remain level headed in the most stressful situations. While one may think due to his quiet nature that he isn’t good at socializing or is nervous around others, this is quite the opposite. Stacey simply never wants to move, and of his own volition chooses to remain on his own, often sleeping, drawing or reading in solitude.

However, despite this desire for his solitude, Stacey is open to making friends, and will even treat strangers with a kind smile. He is easy to converse with and enjoys sharing his hobbies with others, especially if they are into the same things. Caring for his friends intensely, he wishes to keep them safe, even though he believes that most friendships are not forever, hanging onto the bonds he has until they fade. Stacey is not one easy to provoke or quick to seek conflict, and you will find that if Stacey doesn’t like you, he won’t have interaction with you. Being perceptive, Stacey intently studies the people around him, reading their personalities and habits as to decide whether or not he should involve himself with them. Of course, should he have to deal with people he doesn’t like, Stacey usually treats them coldly or uses a fake smile to hide his indifference towards the individual, not being one who enjoys negative conflict.

Stacey is a person who is intensely focused on his tasks, and once he finishes them often moves onto the next activity, or immediately take the fastest opportunity to rest. Stacey is able to easily sleep in any place, and should the opportunity appear he will, often doing so after finishing tests, doing missions or even talking to people. He is addicted to reading and drawing, practicing daily and not being shy about showing it, often asking people for their opinions on his pieces or taking out a book to read in a situation where he cannot sleep.


Likes: Sleeping, Reading, Video games, Silence, Small groups of people, Writing, Relaxing, Eating, Drawing, Singing, hot foods, Science, witch girls, Martial arts, Defensive fighting
Dislikes: Large crowds, Loud noise, Driving, Loud People, Spiders, Snakes, spicy foods
Fears: Failing, Being in an enclosed space with a girl, Losing friends, offensive fighting

Bio:​

Stacey Jr. was born in a quiet neighborhood in a place called Maryland, to weapon and meister couple. Coming from a family of weapons and meisters, Stacey’s father side is descended from a long line of weapons, his father being a death weapon and his mother being his father’s meister. The oldest of 2 siblings, Stacey’s family lived in Maryland for 12 years, before his family moved to Death City when his parents got jobs as teacher’s at DWMA. Since he was young, Stacey trained ambitiously to become a meister, realizing that since he lacked the ability to become a weapon like his father, he could undertake the career path of his mother who was a Utility Meister. However, as he grew older this changed. Stacey read books, and became enthralled by science, souls and art, his motivations changing. While Stacey still wanted to become a meister, this was only so that he could study souls at DWMA, in order to find out how they functioned, especially in relation to Death and soul wavelengths.
Having always been a quiet person, Stacey found Death city to be difficult to adjust to, knowing no one there with the exception of his main family. A loner, Stacey found himself friendless due to the fact he rarely spoke or interacted with his peers, giving many the misconception that he was weak spirited or simply disliked them. Whenever he did have friends, he found that they often left him, often because he was “too cling” or he simply wasn’t outgoing enough. He was also resented by his peers for his admiration magic and witches, leading to believe he was cursed, leading him to keep this opinion to himself. Due the resentment he received, he decided to stop actively seeking the company of others, and instead spend his time studying and practicing with his parents in preparation for the day with he would become the meister of a future weapon. To that end, he read every book he could, meditated and even practiced martial arts in order to prepare to become a meister who would create a death weapon.

Extra:
Stacey’s mother is a utility meister, able to use multiple types of weapons and hook her wavelength up to them.
Stacey’s father’s weapon form is a broad sword.
Stacey’s mother has a Grigori soul.
Stacey has a younger sister and brother, who are both weapons.
Stacey has never met anyone on his mother’s side of the family, however he knows that they did not agree with his mother’s decision to move to Death City with his father. Nor do they like that his father is a death weapon.
Stacey, at some point in his life, developed a liking for witches, despite their race being the enemies of humans. Whenever he is in the prescence of one however, he is known to get silent and flustered. Though his performance is not hindered.
Stacey eats quite alot, too much in fact. If left alone, he will eat whole weeks of food storage, without tiring.

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Demon Weapon or Meister (bold one):​

Stacey is meister who likes to hold any weapon he can get his hands on, intentively and enthusiastically hooking his soul wavelength to others peoples. Cooperative and always willing to learn, Stacey wants to become a utility meister, so he carries no distinct dislike of any type of weapon, however likes to wield blades, guns or gauntlets. Stacey’s fighting style involves defensively countering his opponents and anticipating their next move as they approach him. Fighting with the intent to finish a fight as quickly as possible, Stacey uses moves that are meant to disable his opponent or knock them unconscious, or even kill if it comes to that point. However, if a opponent is unusually durable, Stacey is able to fight for long periods of time, dragging out a fight until they are tired, then moving on the offensive to finish them off. His style for the opponent to actively seek him out, rather than for him to blindly come forward.

Soul:​

Stacey soul is a grey, having a dark grey afro on it. His soul carries a calm and confident expression, having eyes closed to express boredom or drowsiness, yet also carrying a smirk as if to insinuate that Stacey is prepared to face whatever a situation throws toward him. His soul also has dark glasses, in reference to his near sitedness, yet also referencing his intelligence. The cool grey color of his soul represents its indifference and shows Stacey as a individual is generally very neutral in his interactions with people, taking no side but his own.

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Strengths:
Stacey is trained in the martial arts, and is capable of fighting and defending himself without use of weapon. Stacey uses his soul wavelength in combination with knowledge of the martial arts in order topple opponents.
A fast learner, Stacey is capable of learning to weild different type of weapons very fast, and can even adjust his fighting style in stressful situations quickly.
Being calm and collected, his able to maintain his composure and perceive a person’s true intentions from words, actions or facial expressions.
Able to control his wavelength on a advanced level, Stacey is capable of using the meister techniques of soul menace to shock opponents for internal damage, and soul perception to sense or the prescence of other people’s souls.
Stacey has a lot of stamina and will power, and despite his sleeping habits is able to fight on for long periods of time, without caving into fear or madness.

Weaknesses:​

Stacey is prone to sleeping at random times, and due to this can often let his guard down. Once Stacey falls asleep, its hard for to wake him up, often leaving him at a disadvantage.
Stacey is a defensive fighter, and prefers to counter. When forced to fight offensively, he will not be able to his fighting style or weapon as effectively.
Without his glasses, Stacey is at a heavy disadvantage, as things become blurry to him, even up close.

 

[Servant]

(Using a character from a previous RP that I didn't have the chance to use on the slightest, though I've modified a few key aspects. If anything from the age to his weapon form needs to be changed I'll gladly do so.)
Name:
Bodhi Naveyra

Nickname:
Buddy

Age:
27 (BD: February 12th)

Gender:
Male

Face Claim:
Meme Oshino from the Monogatari series.

Height:
6'0

Hair:
Light Orange

Eyes:
Hazelnut

Persona:
To put it bluntly Bodhi is a laid-back bloke. Like, really laid-back. And I am talking so laid-back to the point where if he took life less seriously than he already does he'd probably make sloths look like high octane predators. By default he does things at his own pace, always taking the time to stop and smell the roses that life offers him. "Enjoy today, don't regret yesterday" is his excuse motto to justify his way of life. Bodhi is also stupidly inattentive, he'd rather stare at a fly resting on a wall all across the classroom than pay any sort of mind to his teachers. However, while his eyes may wander off his ears know what the priorities are. If you were to interrupt Bodhi's fly sighting hobby with a question regarding the current lesson he'd be able to recite it word-for-word without even a mere stutter. He may not look like it but Bodhi is quite the resourceful chap. During dire situations he'll remain level-headed, adapt to the situation and promptly come up with a plan (Though the less energy they require the better).

If there's one thing Bodhi is reliable at is directly stating is mind. He won't give you any sort of half-assed answer or beat around the bush, he'll give you the raw uncut truth. Whether or not this is something positive is up to you. Despite his sluggish overall personality Bodhi is not fully stubborn and with a big enough incentive (Like not getting hit in the face) you'll be able to somewhat keep his laziness at bay. Somewhat.

Bio:
You'd expect the son of a renowned Demon Weapon such as Doyu Naveyra would follow in on his father's footsteps in order to become their equals/surpass them, but that couldn't be as far from the truth in Bodhi's case. Well, at least not fully. You see when he was a small lad Bodhi looked up to his father with starry eyes and dreamt of one day reaching his level and gaining his pride. Though as Bodhi grew older cracks began to appear on his father's crisp and perfect image and soon he realized what his father truly was: A monster consumed by his insanity, a beast whose last ounce of humanity had died long ago. But what event caused Bodhi to finally view his father like this? Well, that's a secret Bodhi has yet to reveal.

Left in shock after his father's true nature was revealed Bodhi saw no choice but to runaway from his home, leaving behind a life he'd rather not remember. His life on the run began as a stress-filled mess, he'd bounce from job to job making as little money as he could to get by. While it was a pain at first Bodhi got used to this life and eventually fully embraced it, molding him into the man you see today.

Life went on and so did Bodhi, to him the whole world was his home and he could find comfiness in even the filthiest of places. At the age of 20 though a peculiar letter was left inside one of the motel rooms he was crashing in. Apparently his father was barely hanging onto his life after a mission went terribly wrong and he was requesting Bodhi's presence. Though unsure at first on what to do in the end Bodhi opted to see what his old man wanted to say to him. When they finally reunited Doyu was bedridden and his eyes danced with insanity, though a single spark of humanity seemed stare directly at Bodhi. With his last words Doyu requested that his son would continue his legacy as a Weapon not for honor, but to right all of his wrongs. As Doyu passed away Bodhi begrudgingly accepted this request. On the following Bodhi made his way up the Death Weapon Meister Academy's stairs, approached the gate...And then he got distracted by the scent of cherry pie which would eventually lead to another 8 years of wandering the world. Now at the age of 28 Bodhi has finally remembered his promise and has properly enrolled into the Academy.

Likes & Dislikes:
✔ Calm long walks
✔ Cherry pie
✔ The occasional cigarette
✔ People who laugh at his terrible jokes

✘ Too much work-out
✘Arguing
✘ Sea food
✘ People who laugh at him for his terrible jokes

Fears:
-Bodhi's biggest fear is becoming a monster like his father and leaving behind any semblance of who he used to be. The worst part is that he isn't sure how to tell if he's slowly becoming like him and what would cause that transformation, so in Bodhi's eyes if he always remains relaxed and clear minded he'll never have to face the same fate as his Doyu.
-Jellyfishes. They are slimy, they sting and they are hard to see coming. Ew.

Demon Weapon

Details:
Wings
Bodhi is able to transform into a pair of wings, both of which span over a length of 5'5 ft and have a height of 3'2 ft, that are both connected by a metallic device that resembles the design of a backpack. His transformation starts when his feathers spring out through the lower side of his arms before they fully turn into wings. For a brief moment Bodhi takes flight and fully transforms himself into his weapon form before hanging onto his Mesiter's back.
As expected of a demon weapon of this nature Bodhi will allow his Meister to freely take flight and hover for a total of currently 15 minutes (Though as he grows stronger the time will go up) before needing to rest for 2 minutes. His Meister will be able to freely utilize this skill, though during emergencies or when ordered to Bodhi can take over. His primary offensive tool would be his feathers, nasty little buggers that are quickly fired and are sharp enough to cut through flesh. These feathers act similarly to arrows so their travel time will be slower than that of bullets and they lack the " punch" to effectively pierce through cover. Bodhi has a total of 100 feathers (50 per wing) that once are fired take a full minute to re-appear and if he runs out of feathers Bodhi will lose his ability to fly and any sort of offensive capability. When he's partially transformed Bodhi is able to use these feathers himself, though when he's fully transformed only the Meister may fire them.

Spoiler: Rough weapon's look and brief description

Okay so this is the only image that I found that resembles Bodhi's weapon form the closest, though there's some things that are different. First of all the wings would look more like your average angel wings, secondly there'd be no gears and lastly rather than rusty brown the color would be orange and slick. Sorry for the weak description.

When it comes to Meisters Bodhi would rather be matched with one who takes brains over brawn. This is due to how long it takes for his feathers to regen and how one of his major weaknesses is CQC, so with that in mind only a more strategic and cautious mind will be able to properly wield Bodhi.

Soul:
An orange soul covered in white flower prints of similar design those seen on his shirt. The top resembles his hair and his expression shows tired eyes but a smug smile.

Strengths:
-Above average intelligence.
-Provides great mobility to his Meister.
-By keeping his stress to a minimum he's able to take any situation head-on with very little trouble.

Weaknesses:
-Lazy when it comes to training.
-Lackluster body strength.
-If you don't keep your eyes on him 24/7 he'll probably wander off.
-Lacks any sort of CQC attacks and has poor defense.

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[Lucem]

Name: Evan

Age: 16

D.o.b: 10/10

Gender: Male

Height: 5'10

Hair Color: Lavender

Eye Color: Gray

Face Claim:

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Persona: Calm and kind, Evan is someone that's normally easy to get along with. He's not a big fan of conflict, so he tries to avoid it when possible, whether by trying to play mediator or avoiding a potentially bad situation altogether. Although, if he can't avoid a heated interaction, it's a real challenge to break his tranquil exterior. He'd like to believe that he's a good example of grace under pressure, remaining collected in the face of adversity.

He's all about remaining cool and calm, but that's not to say that he's always the quiet, no-nonsense type. He enjoys a good laugh and a little innocent teasing, but mostly around those he's comfortable with. Still, he prefers if the fun doesn't get too loud and crazy. He has his limits, after all.

Even though he tries to avoid trouble if he can help it, Evan always tries to lend a hand when possible. He enjoys helping others and welcomes them with open arms if they're in need. However, being nice enough to listen to someone's problems and help them out doesn't make him a pushover. He's not afraid to reject people, even if it comes at the risk of making them angry or upset. He tries to do so as politely as possible, but he's fine with throwing kindness out the window if people try to force him into things.

Evan doesn't give into anger easily, but he despises the feeling of being used. He refuses to let anyone use him in a way he's not comfortable with and will do whatever it takes to avoid feeling crushed under someone else's will. After being deprived of it for so long, he strongly desires control over his own life and the freedom to make his own choices. He doesn't take well to anyone that threatens to take that away from him. The need to feel in control of things manifests in small ways, such as cleaning, which allows him to maintain order in his own space.

While he hates being controlled by others, there are parts of him that contradict this. As a Demon Weapon, he was taught to do everything for the sake of his Meister. It's difficult to throw away the intense desire to protect the person using him at all costs, which puts him at great risk. In his mind, putting his life in danger so his Meister can stay safe is still the natural thing to do.

Evan is still trying to discover who he truly is. While he may have figured some things out, it's still hard for him to distinguish between who he is as a person and who he is as a weapon. As of right now, he can only be sure that he doesn't want to go back to his previous way of life, which causes him to cling to anything that can help prevent him from returning to the way things were. This has caused some uncertainty about his feelings for the people around him. Even though he appreciates them, he's still unsure if this is because of who they are, or what they represent. Does he truly value relationships, or is he only clinging to them because they offer him an escape? While he'd like to believe in the former, the uncertainty has left him with a great amount of guilt. Still, this hasn't diminished his gratitude.

He is very loyal, always trying to do his best for those that have treated him well. If nothing else, he's dependable, possessing a strong will that can't be broken once he's set his mind on something. Once he's committed to something, whether it be a person or a decision he's made, he intends to see it through to the end.

Likes:
Cooking
Cleaning
Reading
Basketball

Dislikes:
Feeling powerless

Fears: Being nothing more than a weapon.

Bio: Evan's mother was the first-born daughter of the Crux family, a well-known group that was notable for their wealth and long history of producing capable Meisters that dedicated their lives to preventing the birth of another Kishin. To ensure that they maintained the prestige that was associated with their name, they would send their children to marry into other families that were deemed worthy. This way, they would not see a decline in their wealth or abilities. Eventually, the time would come for the eldest daughter to fulfill her duty and enter an arranged marriage with the man they found worthy. Unfortunately, said daughter didn't allow things to go smoothly. Despite being engaged, she had been having an affair, a relationship born out of love instead of obligation. To make matters worse, that love produced a child.

The engagement was broken off, leaving the Crux family in a compromising position. The eldest daughter was unmarried and carrying the child of a man who came from low birth. Not only was he lacking when it came to fame and fortune, but he also carried the Demon Weapon gene. They knew nothing else about him, as he was nowhere to be found while the family was in chaos. He had tained their blood with something impure.

When the child was eventually born, the mother was disowned and forbidden to have any contact with the family, including her son. Still, they were left with the issue of what to do with the newborn. Many ideas were tossed around, but everyone ultimately settled on making the most out of an unfortunate situation. Demon Weapons only had one use, so that was the direction they'd take. They weren't dealing with a person. It was just a weapon.

Since he was born into the Crux family, Evan was treated like a tool and nothing more. While his blood may have been tainted, half of it still belonged to several generations of skilled Meisters. It was his family's belief that he could be groomed into a useful weapon that could help in their mission to cleanse the world of evil. The opportunity to assist them in this noble pursuit was far more than he deserved.

Evan received many forms of training, having his mind, body, and soul shaped to suit the needs of the people that would eventually use him. While he may have technically lived in the large manor with his relatives, he was isolated from everyone else, only allowed outside when he was needed. If he wasn't sleeping, he'd be training. If there was nothing for him to learn, he'd do nothing at all. Everything was for the sake of becoming a more useful weapon.

The most he saw of the outside world was during missions. As soon as he was considered ready for use, he was brought into battle, starting his long career of collecting souls for Lord Death. Different Crux members rested on different days, but he had no time to relax. He changed many hands on a daily basis, starting as a simple replacement weapon until he became more desirable by the Meisters. When the heads of the household took notice of how many of their kin were asking to use him, they saw a business opportunity. If the people in their own home were lining up to use the best weapon they had, maybe their other associates would too.

As a way to earn a profit while also giving Evan more experience, he was rented out, being sent to any Meister that paid the most money. With each satisfied customer, the number of requests would double. Business was good, but the same couldn't be said for Evan's condition. Being used by so many people without rest left him fatigued and his body eventually began to suffer negative effects, causing his performance to decline. This was enough to frighten his relatives, as they couldn't fend off danger as well as they used to.

If Evan couldn't do his job as a weapon, then the side business would have to be shut down. Several Crux members had also become overly reliant on him when hunting souls. They began to fear for their lives, plagued by worries that didn't exist before. They needed a better weapon. They needed to collect souls. They needed to survive. In the interest of satisfying their desires and putting their minds at ease, they broke a taboo. The Meisters began to hunt souls that weren't on the Shinigami's list, feeding it to their weapon so that it could go stronger.

Evan never put up any resistance over the years. He accepted things as they were, living without a will of his own. His sole purpose in life was to be a weapon worthy enough to be used. Otherwise, he'd be tossed aside. However, when his family broke the taboo, he could feel something stirring inside of him. He didn't like hurting innocent people. He was being fed souls that weren't on the list. When he was rented by someone else, he didn't get to reject the jobs his temporary users needed him for. For each soul he ate, and for every dirty job, he could feel himself break a little. At one point, he thought he'd lose himself and become something he wouldn't like. However, that changed when he was assigned a mission that was different from usual.

Evan was usually sold to others and used for short periods of time, returned as soon as the buyer finished whatever they needed to do. This time, however, the Crux family had worked out a deal for an extended contract of sorts. Instead of being used for a quick mission, he'd be serving as the weapon partner for a DWMA student. While it was different from the usual task and much longer than any of the others, the news didn't spark much of a reaction within him. It was just another mission. Although, that's what he thought until he actually met the people who bought him.

The family he'd be staying with was strange. It was definitely strange because of the whole "ninja" thing, but Evan found them odd for an entirely different reason. The place he came from was cold and lonely, but the Tsukikage clan was filled with love and warmth. Instead of being locked away until he was needed, these people treated him kindly, almost as if he belonged in their home as a member of their family. He understood that this was normal behavior for a lot of people, but he had always been taught that he wasn't a person at all. To be treated as anything other than a tool just didn't make sense at the time.

As he spent more time around the family, the new environment caused him to change. He had finally developed a sense of self. Maybe it was more accurate to say that he was finally allowed to express parts of himself that had always been there. Even if he was technically just a thing that they had bought, he was still grateful to the Tsukikage clan for offering him many new things, including a new perspective on life.

Despite his gratitude, Evan has yet to sort out all the emotions he's become aware of. He has mixed feelings about his current situation, but he can at least say that he'll do whatever it takes to make sure it stays this way until he can come to a better conclusion. He'll fully devote himself to this job, hoping that it will be last. If there's one thing that he can be certain of, it's that he never wants to go back to his previous life. He's done with just being a tool.

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Demon Weapon or Meister (bold one)

Details: Soul Hilt- As a Demon Weapon, Evan takes the form of hilt. Although, it would be more accurate to call it a grip. In place of a blade, the shape that that the weapon takes is dependent on the Meister. Ordinarily, there is a long, black ribbon-like protrusion, sharp and flexible. While it has good range and can cut, the ribbon shape changes to what the Meister desires. With control, it can take the shape of a sword, hammer, etc.

Soul: Evan's soul is colored a light lavender, but there are black patches that litter it. Two crack-like markings run down the left and right sides.

Strengths:
Versatility: In his weapon form, Evan offers a wide range of options to his Meister.

Partial Transformation: Evan's training as a weapon included being able to defend a Meister when they're unable to fight for themselves. As a result, he's learned to be a proficient fighter on his own.

Strategy: While his Meister is dealing with all the physical work, Evan tries to support as best he can with quick thinking and calm reasoning.

Wavelength Control: After being used by several different Meisters, Evan has become adept at ensuring that he and his partners don't lose resonance. He's suited to managing his Meister's wavelength when they're at risk.

Weaknesses:
As a weapon, Evan's usefulness is entirely dependent on the Meister. Without a definite shape, he is as effective in battle as his user allows him to be. His range, shape, and ability are in the hands of others when he's a hilt. Without being able to connect well with his partner, his capabilities are greatly diminished.

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Name: Hari Mori
Nickname: Nosebleed Mori.

Age: 16
D.o.b: October 15th
Gender: Female

Height: 5’3’’
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Brown
Face Claim: Mirai Kuriyama

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Persona: Nice. Good listener. A bit airheaded. That’s how people most people who meet her would describe her. Hari is a friendly person, but lacks in charisma. She isn’t gloomy or anything like that. She just doesn’t voice her opinions enough, preferring to let others take center stage. She would rather shine the spotlight on someone else. Let them take the lead. In other words, she comes off as a bit of a doormat. Doesn’t fight back when insulted. Easily laughs at herself. However, she’s a nice enough person that you can’t really hate. Patient. Tolerant. Understanding. Considerate. Loyal. Rarely does she get angry except on behalf of someone else.

While she doesn’t generally act on impulse, Hari tends to trust her gut and emotions when it comes to important decisions (okay, so she’s kind of impulsive). The blood easily rushes to head, so she’s not completely unexpressive either. Blushes. Reddened ears. Nosebleeds.

What most people don’t know is that she didn’t use to be like this. Patience was something she built up. Kindness and consideration as well. If someone does manage to get her angry (or the blood rushes to her head too hard), she’ll fall back to gangster-like habits. The core of her personality won’t change. However, she’ll stop holding back her opinions.

Likes:

• Reading
• Swords
• Day-dreaming
• Bravery.
• Seeing people be happy.

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Over-excessive violence.
• Lack of honor.
• Lies.
• Evil-doers.
• Math.

Fears: She fears reverting to her old ways. She also fears hurting the people she cares about.

Bio:

Hari was born with a heightened soul perception.

Her parents called her a sensitive child.

She could easily tell when people were upset with her. Sense moods of people through soul expressions. As a result she would cry quite often, which led to her parents being more exhausted, which perpetuated the cycle. Growing up, she could tell the good people from the bad people simply by looking at their souls. It led to a very black and white view as kid.

Most of the world, sadly, was black.

Gossipers. Liars. Selfishness. Greediness. Kids that were even a little different were bullied. Treated like outcasts at school. Hari was no different.

She saw most people around her as fakes, hiding their blackness with a kind persona. Therefore, as a child, Hari hated the world. She was quite the…angry…child. Her parents, who ran a swordsmanship dojo, taught her swordsmanship in hopes that it would calm her. Reign in her tantrums a bit. It did. Outwardly. Inwardly, Hari still hated the world. She wanted to get rid of all the black. To beat the bad guys.

At the age of 12, she started her own gang to do so (she beat up a couple of punks that said they’d follow her). However, the only people she seemed to attract were bad people. Hari’s fight was never ending. At 14, she became jaded. If you can’t beat them, join them. Her right hand man (one of the earlier punks she beat up), was her first weapon. A blood red blade named Haruitsuki that she often wielded in fights. He encouraged her to keep doing what she was doing. Beat up all the bad guys. Somewhere deep down, Hari knew this wasn’t what she wanted. However, fighting was the only thing that calmed her these days. She felt alone in the world. Stopped going to school.

It was around this time that she met Death.

He interested her because he didn’t have a soul at all. Or, if he did, she couldn’t (wasn’t strong enough to) see it. They met often and, through their interactions, Hari gradually learned to appreciate souls for what they were. Not all good. Not all bad. Learning how to control her perception (so she only saw what she wanted to see) helped out a lot (just basic NOT stuff). Basically she got some heavy dose counseling from the Reaper of DWMA herself. Months later, Hari’s personality took a complete 180.

At 15, Hari disbanded her gang (after a fierce fight) and officially joined DWMA as an EAT student with her parent’s permission. They were simply happy she'd gotten pass her rebellious age.


Extra:

She’s near sighted.

She has a tendency for nose bleeds due to the fact that her first weapon Haruitsuki had the ability to draw blood from its user to strengthen itself. Her blood vessels (especially around her nose) are a little fragile.

Theme:

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Demon Weapon or Meister
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Details: Having grown up and trained in a swordsmanship dojo, Hari is best with swords. Knives and anything with a blade works too. She is trained in the Mori Style of Swordsmanship which is flowing, strong, and precise. That said, Hari isn’t unfamiliar with how brawls go either, being a former gangster and all. She can pick up any melee weapon and fight with it…to a degree. More often though, she’d be wielding it like a sword and applying common sense+her own physical capabilities until she becomes more trained.

Hari is open to learning a new weapon art depending on who her partner is.

Sadly being near sighted means she is better in close ranged fights than long ranged ones. She can manage with her glasses on. However, more often or not she’ll be depending on her soul perception—especially if she’s asked to wield a gun. Even then, she has shitty aim (especially without her glasses)

Her heightened soul perception also helps her react faster (since can sense when a soul intends her harm) and read the flow of combat. If she peers hard enough, she can even predict what attack will be coming next based on the personality of the soul—though it’s really all just guesswork as doesn’t actually have any predictive capabilities. Generally, unless someone learns to mask their soul from her, she doesn’t get easily surprised.

Soul: A pink orb with a generally mellow smile. It has her messy bob cut, glasses, and an x-shaped bandaid on its left side. The tail sticks out of the messy bob like a cowlick. Should the bandaid be peeled off (either via soul attack or choice), a blackish splotched will be revealed, and the soul’s expression will change to anger.

Strengths:

• Swordsmanship
• Heightened soul perception
• Good listener.

Weaknesses:

• Long ranged combat (without her glasses).
• Slight anemia (because of frequent nosebleeds). She tends to bleed easily.
• Math (looking at numbers long enough will make her dizzy). Despite her love for reading, she’s not particularly smart. Former delinquent didn't study enough when she was younger.

 

[GasMaskie]

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Name: Jiro Makina
Age: 16
D.O.B.: July 8
Gender: Male

Height: 5'8''
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gold

Persona: Capricious and smug, Jiro isn't easy to get along with at all. He's a shameless tease with a slight sadistic streak, though his jabs seem to be more affectionate than anything. Though, he'll also do so to try and prod a person - to have a better view of their true nature if he can tick them off enough. Despite how bombastic and theatrical he may act at times, Jiro posseses the cold, calculative mind of a machine underneath. Proving the might of humanity's collective progress and their ability to stand on their own without a guiding hand is something that weighs heavily on the young man and is something that he keeps in mind at all times.

For one reason or another, Jiro is the sort who's wary of others and unable to trust first impressions. Though, should someone happen to pique his interest and meet his expectations, he'll loyally stand by their side. As destructive and infuriating as he can be, Jiro is more than aware of his actions and only truly feels able to tone it down when amongst close friends. For the most part, at least. If he finds someone detestable, he'll simply ignore them as best as he can - love and hate are two sides of the same coin, while ignoring another's existence is true contempt in his opinion.

Jiro is also one of the rare few who can be described simply as a prodigy. But even if he's a natural born genius, he's also someone who deeply values hard work. Which is why he truly works hard to maintain his status as one of DWMA's top academic students.

Likes:

• Reading
• Victory
• Tinkering with machinery
• Music
• Watching people squirm

Dislikes:

• Two-faced people
• Arrogance
• Flashy, flirty guys

Fears: Dying without accomplishing his goals.

Bio: Jiro Makina is an oddity among his Demon Weapon peers. He's tight-lipped about his heritage and upbringing, though it's clear that he's not quite normal. While Demon Weapons typically take on traits based on their weapon form, Jiro seems to take it a step further with his partially mechanical body. This can be attributed to the experimentation and remodeling that he underwent to become a weapon himself.

His motives for undergoing such a drastic transformation are unknown, though he views himself as the culmination of human ingenuity and as such carries himself with a certain amount of pride and distance. Regardless of the strange circumstances regarding his status as a Weapon, Jiro is ultimately someone who can provide results and excel academically - two things that secure his spot at DWMA in the EAT class.

Artificial Weapon
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Details: Machine Blade (機械剣) - A one-handed sword with a complex internal motor. This motor is capable of generating absolutely horrific amounts of centrifugal force during swings, and by slotting in a canister created from souls, slashes can be further modified for greater force and can even imbue the blade with elemental properties. However, as devastatingly lethal Jiro is as a weapon, wielding him to his full potential requires sufficient skill. The engine is rather tempermental, taking a few seconds of precious time to start and overheats incredibly quickly after just a few swings.

Soul: Golden, with dark gray streaks.

Strengths:
- Brute Force: There are few things that can withstand a revved-up slash from Jiro's weapon form, even more so with a canister loaded into the engine to further augment him.
- Unexpected Mobility: Due to the extreme amounts of force generated by the engine, even just swinging the blade can pull its wielder forward to cover more ground than one might expect from a compact, but heavy blade. Whether its rising to the skies with an upwards swing or spinning forward with a horizontal slash across the body, Jiro provides multiple options for his Meister when it comes to repositioning and follow-ups.
- Elemental Augmentation: Aside from powering up the engine, certain canisters can imbue the edge of the blade with either flames, electricity, or ice. Freezing or electrifying a puddle of water or setting a structure on fire are all potential strategies that can use this capability aside from even more lethal attacks.
Weaknesses:
- High Skill Ceiling: As stated before, Jiro's weapon form is one that requires mastery of an unorthodox and unique fighting style that requires careful management of incredibly offensive bursts and periods of inactivity to cool down. It can hamper lesser Meisters fairly easily and even the force of the engine might be enough to dislocate shoulders or worse if they approach Jiro as a normal sword.
- No Partial Transformation: As a remodeled human and an artificial weapon, Jiro can't transform parts of his weapon like Demon Weapons. While his body remains partially composed of machinery, this only makes him slightly tougher and stronger than a normal human - not quite enough to fend off an enemy on his own.
- Unable to become Death's Weapon: As an Artificial Weapon, Jiro is unable to properly absorb souls - hence, converting them into a usable part like canisters. His raw strength exceeds other Demon Weapons, but his inability to absorb souls makes him reliant on receiving upgrades instead to keep up with the natural progression of other pairs.