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Name: Knute, Jago

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Weapon: No partner as of yet

Love Interest: Alice Wesley

Appearance:
Jago is by no means handsome. He has bushy black eyebrows that hover over his brown eyes. His hair is also black and parts on the left side of his face. His hairdo looks like he cuts his hair himself with scissors and a bowl. His mouth and nose are swollen and large while both ears look less like ears and more like two gaping black holes. He is slightly overweight, giving him a small and not very attractive double chin.

Jago usually wears a messy formal uniform, consisting of a sports jacket, white undershirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. He thinks this makes him look better that usual, which is a complete lie. By all means, Jago is ugly. Thinking this is also cool, Jago always wears excessive amounts of cologne, which drive people away from him. He is five feet five inches tall and weighs one hundred and fifty three pounds.

Personality:
Despite being a major pervert and highly anti-social, Jago Knute is a really nice guy. Jago always has a smile on his face and warms the hearts of those uncalloused people who stay by his side. Jago is also a born and bred idiot who can’t even tell the difference between right and left. These two character traits merge to form an unconditional and reckless kindness that only a fool can give. If only he was more handsome, he would probably be a very popular guy!In fact, he is so kind, there is probably no one in the world he couldn’t get along with.

History:
Jago was born to his mother in a poor part of Tokyo sixteen years ago. His mother worked as a prostitute in a low-grade organization that brought in the scum of the street. Jago never never knew who his father was, and neither did his mother. They lived off of scraps at the dinner table, no one but the mother to bring home any food for them to eat. Even though she was a prostitute, Ms. Knute was not very pretty, and thus never hosted many customers.

During his first year in high school, Jago decided to join the school’s kendo club. He had never taken kendo before and he knew no forms of martial arts, but Jago could feel something in the back of his head telling him to join. Jago wasn’t smart, popular, or rich, so he really had nothing going for him. It took him one try out to make the kendo club. He was a natural at the way of the sleeping sword. The method is to clear your mind of all else and focus on swinging the sword in acute arcs. This has also been called the drunken fist before, used mostly by drunk boxers. Since Jago was naturally doltish, he mastered this with ease.

After winning the national kendo championship as a freshman and first-year kendo rookie, Jago set his sights higher in life. He applied to the DWMA in America and was accepted. His mother and he spent all the money they had left in order to take classes on English, and three months later, and with basic English skills, they set off for America, to pursue their newest opportunity.

Miscellaneous: Jago is an idiot, which makes this empty-headed fool the perfect practitioner of the drunken fist technique. He looks completely absent-minded and slow while he fights, giving off the impression that he is no master of a martial technique. His swipes with a sword are swift with acute angles that give very little time for counter attacks.

Abilities: Soul Purge- Aero has the ability to concentrate a small amount of his soul wavelength into his weapon, allowing him to attack with his soul wavelength, even if using a normal weapon. This can be magnified with a weapon partner for a more powerful effect. This is also a very pathetic version of this move and can be polished in the future.

Jago has no aptitude for soul perception.

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Eclair, Stephen

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 17

Meister: None

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The weapon form Stephen boasts is depicted by the picture above, a handheld cake mixer. However, Stephen’s case is slightly more exoctic. Razor sharp blades replace the steel wiring, granting the ability to cut instead of causing simple blunt damage. The jet-black handle is about the same size as that of a standard longsword. The mixer itself combines at the very tip to form a large spike, which grants a piercing ability. Fully transformed, Stephen is approximately four feet in length, while his partial transformation simply consists of one of Stephen’s four limbs being transformed into the beater end of his complete transformation.

Love Interest: None at the moment

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): Straight

Appearance: Measuring at six feet and one inch while weighing in at one hundred and ninety three pounds, Stephen can be easily said to be tall with a medium build. His hair is kept above his above his shoulders in a sweep/tousled style. His light brown hair is tinted with a light ashen gray color which complements his deep gray eyes. His casualwear consists of a white dress shirt with a black entourage. Meaning that his jacket, dress pants, and shoes are all a grayish-black. Stephen’s visage is that of a simply handsome teenage boy.

Personality: Stephen has a very flexible, cool personality that makes him quite popular with the majority of people. He his friendly and hardworking, but the most outstanding trait which Stephen has is his excessive passion for all things sweet. Cakes, cookies, pies, candies, and etc are all at the mercy of his bountiful appetite.

History:
Stephen grew up humbly in New York city where his father and mother ran a bakery. Being New York and all, little space was unoccupied, which led to the family living directly above the shop. He wasn’t swimming in poverty or thriving in excess, but his happy, modest life was spent as an only child in that bakery. His grades in school sported a B average while his social and athletic lives were far above average ranking. He attracted all sorts of people with is handsomeness and charming personality, on top of which his astounding athleticism in baseball captivated the hearts of every shallow girl he met.

His father owning a bakery, of course, led to Stephen’s overwhelming sweet tooth. Rather, he really doesn’t eat anything but sweets. His bakery employed that everything sold was baked fresh that day, so the majority of the leftovers went to Stephen’s unhealthy addiction, which made it even worse.

In his sports life, Stephen was rather accomplished. Despite the opinions of many who state that he should eat healthier. The sport Stephen played was baseball, where he played the positions of first batter, shortstop, and backup pitcher. (For those of you who don’t know, shortstop requires a high agility and reaction time, and first batter is the same, but he has an ability to read the opponent, plus the first hitter usually has the highest batting average and runs around the bases most.) Conditioning for baseball, like any other sport, is rather excruciating, making Stephen out to be one in incredible shape.

Stephen’s ‘Awakening’ as a weapon happened during a baseball game. To be more exact, at the finals of a very important tournament. it was a moment which could be considered ‘heavily cliche’. In the bottom of the ninth inning, the Future Stars (Stephen’s team) were down by one run and Stephen was up to bat. The pitcher aimed a simple fastball down the center of the box, two outs, two strikes, 3 balls. The pitch came at 86 MPH and when Stephen started his swing, his leg instantly transformed into a razor-sharp cake mixer. He slipped and fell on his butt in the middle of the game. Even with such absurd circumstances, his team lost. Only a few days later Stephen was transferred to the DWMA to help stop the kishin menace. How much help would he be with such a strange weapon form? It was rather impossible to tell.

Miscellaneous: Stephen has an even more extreme addiction to chocolate pudding. One of Stephen’s other common accessories he carries is a large black lunch box in which he places ice packs to keep his pudding cold. As pudding is his favorite ‘food’ of all time, he usually carries a full stock everywhere he goes.

Souls Consumed- 0 Kishin Egg Souls and 0 Witch Souls

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Le Fay, Celestia

Gender/Sex: Female

Age: 14

Weapon: Phey Watson

Love Interest: Celestia has no interest in either sex, though character building may change this.

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): If anything, she would be ‘straight’.

Appearance: Celestia Le Fay is most accurately portrayed as a silver-haired doll. She is approximately 4’8 and weighs 89 pounds. Not exactly the character one would describe as ‘intimidating’. Her gorgeous silver hair is usually brushed straight and runs down just below her knees. Her sapphire-blue eyes are captivating and steal the attention of others, which she would prefer not happen.
For wardrobe, Celestia usually wears a white sailor suit; complete with a button up shirt with black lining, a frilly white skirt, brown loafers, gray thigh-socks, and a little yellow ribbon which acts as a bowtie. She is adorable in every correct usage of the word.

Personality:
Celestia is a character who has exactly none of something, personality. Celestia gives off the impression that she has absolutely no ties to this world, making socialization rather difficult. Often speaking in nothing more than sentence fragments, Celestia can become somewhat bothersome to a teacher in class. Many correct terms could be used to describe her, but I believe socially awkward is not fit. The girl’s mindset replicates to something of this sort; “I have no reason to converse with anyone at the moment, so I will simply ignore you.
Simply because she is the type of person who isolates herself from other people and does not use complete sentences does NOT make her stupid or anything of that sort. She is a highly intelligent character and often scores at the number one spot in about everything she does.

History:
Celestia grew up in a wealthy house hold in France. From a young age she showed signs of a silent intelligence, which got her good grades in her academics, but earned no amount of friends. It wasn’t as though people didn’t like her, but it would be simpler to say that she didn’t ‘like’ people. She preferred sitting alone in the dark with her dolls as opposed to playing house with other girls in the neighborhood. She was always a social failure all throughout her elementary and middle school years and she rather enjoyed things that way.
Attending the DWMA wasn’t the beginning of her life as a vanquisher of kishin eggs, nor was it the first she ever heard of things like soul techniques and weapon/meister partnerships. Her parents were of the higher echelon of three-star meisters that attended the DWMA of their time, they were those who almost matched the level of Doctor Stein. Perhaps if the two had fought side-by-side they would have defeated the mad scientist with minimal casualty. As such people, Celestia’s mother was a profound practitioner of soul perception, where as her father was an adept at the destructive force created by a soul purge. With parents who had a high level of mastery, Celestia inherited their skills and became very powerful very fast without even living within the confines of Death City. There were even times when she would battle kishin eggs disarmed alongside her mother and father.
Celestia was always a daddy’s girl and still is to this day, which is a main reason why she trained harder towards the mastery of soul purge techniques passed down from her father. She was a prime student in both academics and in her many schools of martial arts, which include kendo, Tai Kwan Do, Judo, and Wing Chun. The different school of martial arts taught her many different types of fighting style, ranging from use of weapons to defensive and finally to an in-your-face style of Martial Arts.
Celestia lived peacefully with her parents until they were called out of retirement to go fight a legendary battle against the witch Arachnae. They were slain in the field of battle after having lost their weapons in a fight against a swarm of kishin eggs which numbered over one hundred. Because of this, Celestia has dedicated the rest of her life to the service of Lord Death and towards the hunting of kishin eggs.

Miscellaneous:
Abilities: Celestia is a practitioner of both soul purge and soul perception. And though she is rather adept when it comes to soul perception, her soul purge ability is on a completely different level. Below are a multitude of her current abilities, including both soul perception and soul purge skills:

CURRENT SKILLS:
Flash Step (Soul Purge)- Flash step is a soul purge technique which makes the user not only incredibly fast, but also grants silent movement. The trick behind it is covering her feet in a thin layer of her condensed soul wavelength. This acts as both a cushion for sound, and also provides a sort of propulsion device for enhancing her physical abilities. The main drawback to this move is that, when you start moving in Godspeed, it becomes incredibly difficult to stop. This can be countered by puffing out the soul wavelength on her feet to act as a sort of pillow. Also, by pushing off and using your energy as a sort of booster, running becomes rather difficult in that she can only move in a straight line until she plants her foot to push off again. For an enemy with keen eyes, not having the ability to dodge with relative ease makes using this ability more difficult. It is possible that, with more training in godspeed, Celestia can learn to control this and make more graceful movements.

SKILLS NOT YET LEARNED:
Iron Shield (Soul Purge)- Iron Defense is a skill which places a great importance on, well... defense. Celestia covers a portion of her body with her soul wavelength in order to deflect incoming attacks. One good way to describe this phenomenon would be to say that she uses her soul to increase the density of her skin. There are drawbacks to this skill as well in that she can only cover a portion of her body, approximately six inches, at a time. This also goes without saying that if an opponent’s soul wavelength is more powerful than her own they would easily cut through her defense. The second reproach is why she trained her soul perception, so that she would be able to tell if this skill would work or not.

Finishing Move (Soul Purge)- This final move has no drawbacks and no penalties. This is an all out offensive technique which requires a powerful taijutsu (Unarmed Fighting Skill). Entirely like and normal soul purge technique, and also rather similar to her Iron Defense technique, she covers her attacking limb with a condensed, explosive portion of her soul wavelength to deal critical damage to an opponent with only so much as a graze. A true soul purge, while certainly delivering a direct hit makes for better results, uses a physical movement, such as a punch, to deliver one's soul wavelength directly into the opposing party, which makes sense of a graze dealing massive damage to a low caliber foe.

Soul Perception- This is very simple, as it is explained very detailed in the anime and manga. The theory behind it is that you can; A, see someone’s soul attribute, B, measure soul wavelength, and C, Detect nearby souls in a certain radius based on her skill. The final power can even allow you to see through walls when activated. Celestia’s current Soul Perception ability is ranked B on a scale from F-S; F being the worst and S being superb. Being rank B means that she can use soul perception at approximately 50-60 meters away.
Being such a powerhouse is not without its share of consequences though. Celestia has a soul which is not compatible with many weapons, and while she is a meister capable of fighting solo, her abilities would greatly increase would she have a weapon partner to magnify her soul wavelength. Her parents were meisters on the level of the teacher and friendly zombie, Sid. One could only imagine the type of super power two people like this could create, which of course, is Celestia. To be certain this message is conveyed, Celestia, if not for the sole fact that she is fourteen years old, would be able to become a teacher at the DWMA. At her current stage, she is a two star meister capable of fighting to a draw with Death the Kid, with a weapon of course.

Last message I want to get across is that, like the existence of autonomous weapons, there are also meisters that do not need a weapon to fight on a high level. Good examples are Death the Kid, Sid, Stein, and Lord Death. There are others who could fight this way, but my memory draws a blank at this moment.

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Name: Minato, Kamito

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 19

Weapon: Millina Hilton

Love Interest: NONE

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): “Currently has no sexual or romantic desires.”

Appearance:
Kamito is very slender in stature, almost to the point of being a superficial “stickman”. Needless to say, brute strength is definitely not his strong suit. His piercing gray eyes, scruffy black hair, and semi-circular glasses breathe an air of intelligence, which suits his scrawny stature. Though he may be slender, he is by no means small. Kamito stands 6’2 at full height and weighs 160 pounds, which he prefers to cover up with adventurer attire. His typical slacks carried two shades of gray, one dark and the other light. He also wears a brown fleece shirt and a white overcoat. The pack strapped to his side is always stuffed with scrawls and the assorted tools of his trade.

Personality:
Most people expect Kamito to be a bright and outgoing sort of person at first glance due to his cosplay-like attire. A major let-down for most people, Kamito is not the bright and bubbly person he looks to be, rather, he is a solitary person who finds more joy in books than anything in the real world. As a matter of fact, he is especially obsessed with fantasy novels, books on strategy, and the geography of the world.

Kamito didn’t necessarily attend the DWMA for the same reasons as most, rather, he only attended to get his hands on the history of the DWMA and learn all of the different fighting styles and knowledge recorded in its libraries. On top of his thirst for knowledge, Kamito is a strategical genius. In any game relying on strategy, from things like Stratego and Risk, to Fire Emblem, Kamito has never lost one. His fascination with the great generals of the past, such as Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun, WIlliam Wallace, Alexander the Great, Iskandar the Conqueror, and many more is rather obsessive. To tie it all together in an easy to understand format, Kamito is a bookworm, genius, and a strategist.

History: Kamito grew up loving books and everything to do with them. Movies on books, responses to books, books written about other books; literally everything regarding literature was within his field of interest. This was only natural since his mother worked at a library where Kamito stayed for hours after school daily. His father was a 3-star meister, so he was home very rarely, even though they lived in Death City. The kids at the “Death City Elementary” all hated Kamito because he was always the winner in board games and kid games like hide-and-seek. It wasn’t his fault that he was a genius, they just hated themselves for being inferior and took out their rage on him. Through elementary and middle school Kamito continued a life of solitude, never having loved anything but the books he spent every minute deciphering. He was often bullied in school and went to his peaceful library bruised and battered, but nothing mattered to him when he picked up a good book.

The DWMA was a school Kamito has been enrolled in since he was fourteen years old, counting a total of five years. His extensive strategic knowledge and mastery of soul perception were astounding, where as he flunked every martial arts and self-defense class. Regardless, he would have been able to graduate if he had at least one year of a partnership class. However, since he had no interest in real people, he never even attempted to find a Weapon Partner. So, for the last five years time Kamito has been holed up in the DWMA library, learning everything about meisters and weapons, and even memorizing many of the books he read. Through his learning, Kamito obtained many different forms of Soul Perception through working out different methods and possibilities. Until present day, this is how Kamito has lived his life.

Miscellaneous: In opposition to being a “fighting-type meister”, Kamito is the strategic type. The one who gives orders in the back of the army. A flawless general with many soul perception based skills.

Hawk Eye: Kamito can see things in great detail for up to 150 yards, in other words, over a football field. This is an activated skill, not passive.

X-Ray Vision: Kamito can see through any inorganic substance for a distance of 50 yards, making hiding from him impossible. This makes him an ideal strategist and scout, being able to tell an enemy’s exact numbers and to be able to tell where an ambush lies. For the record, yes it can see through clothes not made from silk or wool, but Kamito has no desire to see naked women, so he will not even attempt such a thing without his ‘Heat Vision’ skill active. His being able to “see through clothing” is actually a bad thing in his eyes, as he can see through guys’ clothes too.

Heat Vision: Kamito’s eyes can pick up heat signatures for up to a distance of 100 yards, when combined with his X-Ray vision skill, nothing can get past his eyes. This is also what he uses to counter the drawback of seeing naked bodies with his X-Ray Vision.

Expert-Level Soul Perception: Kamito can see souls for up to 500 yards away. He is able to see the detailed nature of one's soul on the level Stein can and just how powerful each individual opponent is with a single look. (Based on the size of the soul)

Soul Disruption: This is the only Soul Perception class skill that has ever required touch to activate. When Kamito touches someone, or something, he can disrupt their soul wavelength, making it impossible to carry Weapons or use soul based abilities for up to 10 seconds. Naturally, any Weapon held by a meister becomes incompatible and cannot be used for the duration of that ten seconds. In the future, Kamito will be able to perform this for longer periods of time through extensive training. This particular move has no effect on anything that doesn't need its soul to fight, for example, is only works on meisters, witches, and weapons that use compressed soul wavelength, like Liz and Patty, to fire a high density beam.

TO EMPHASIZE THIS POINT: Kamito sucks a close-quarters combat, thus, his only real weapon is his brain. Any character growth with guns will only be natural, as his weapon is a gun-type weapon.

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Name: Seraphim

Gender/Sex: Male

Age: 18

Meister: Ralla Vuseren(Witch)

Weapon Form: Spear, spiked fur coating

Love Interest: Has no interest in any being other than his partner, Ralla. Not to any romantic level, but there is a strong sense of loyalty.

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): Is not interested in any gender.

Appearance: Seraphim is a slender man with a height of 6 feet two inches and a body weight of 187 pounds. His hair is black with crimson red tints and reaches to his shoulders. His thin lips are pink and sinister, usually forming into a wicked smile that makes one shudder just looking at him. His eyes are a unnatural golden color, and his skin has a light farmer’s tan. He typically wears either a yellow T-shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers, or he will wear a black leather jacket over a red T-shirt, black jeans with a chain hanging off the side, and the same black sneakers. When all is said and done, Seraphim is wickedly handsome.

The weapon form that Seraphim takes on is that of a spear, reaching to a length of about seven feet. The blades, front and back, account for about a foot of the total spear and the shaft length consists of the remaining six feet. The ebony staff of the spear is separated from the blades with a strip of lustrous gold, and the blades themselves use a black iron with crimson tints with an orange jewel embedded in the blade. Even though this much is enough for a normal weapon, Seraphim’s power to transform isn’t limited to only a spear, he can also transform to fit his master’s animal morph. Being genetically engineered to do so by a prominent witch when he first met Ralla, Seraphim gained the ability to change into a silver fur coating. In this way Seraphim still has the ability to protect his partner, and he changes Ralla’s morph appearance from a golden brown to a golden orange. For his partial transformation, Seraphim can turn each individual finger into a ten inch blade exactly like his blade in spear transformation.

Personality: Seraphim is typically very sarcastic. You can never take him seriously in a talk, or find yourself doubling over his words to try and find hidden meanings. As opposed to frolicking in joyous, mindless slaughter, Seraphim really enjoys toying with his “prey”. His mind bordering insanity loves to see something struggling or groveling before him, fighting in vain for their lives in what ever way they feel suited. Sometimes Seraphim will show mercy and kill straight away, but he usually prefers torturing the mind and body to the border of death, and then either slaughtering them, or turning the people back into society, mad and likely to turn into kishin eggs from their insanity and new-found blood-lust.

History:
Seraphim’s birth had no importance in his history. He was born, fed, made poops, and grew like every little toddler on the face of the earth. It was when he grew to be a little older that something changed in the sweet child named after an angel. Seraphim would often wander off into the woods behind his house and torture small animals he caught in traps he learned how to make. He would skin them alive, then slowly place lacerations all over their bodies before smashing their heads to kill them. No one ever noticed this abnormal, devilish behaviour, but instead saw an adorable little angel facade with great manners who loved to snuggle with a teddy bear at night.

At school, Seraphim became a person to fear. His first day at middle school had him fighting another kid much bigger than him. He threw punch after punch with a nasty, sadistic smile on his face and beat the child half to death, only stopping when six kids pulled him away from the boy. From that day forward, all knew Seraphim as a devil, but never voiced it in front of him. To his face, they showed Seraphim deep respect, almost like that of a dictator. He knew they were all faking loyalty to him, but he thought it was funny. “All these insects squirm before my feet! How interesting!” During his sophomore year in high school, Seraphim murdered his first human.

The day was a normal, sunny day like any other. Fluffy white cumulus clouds floated aimlessly in the sky and his the beautiful, warm summer sun every once in awhile. The day really was beautiful, at least to one individual and no other. Seraphim was his name, and he trotted his way up to school blissfully after kissing his mother goodbye. Seraphim’s bags were packed full with books and miscellaneous items any normal high school student would have, except for a few things that were out of the ordinary. The boy carried a roll of masking tape, a sturdy rope, and a filet knife. “Bad Day” was playing loudly in earphones planted firmly in his ears, and an IPhone 8s was in his hand. Even though Seraphim was humming and smiling down the hallway, not everything was so happy on the inside of the young man. His heart was black with several layers of ice over top of it, and he was planning to visit a certain student who had decided he wouldn’t be afraid of Seraphim. He was a stubborn student with an ego the size of a whale, but he was also a decent person. He played football and went to church like many other students of this futuristic time period, including Seraphim, who was dragged along by his parents.

The black haired boy pushed open the double doors to the school and walked down a hallway branching off to the left. He looked school ready for sure, like every other student, but he wasn’t planning on attending any of his classes. He had a mission, and he knew everything about his target. He planned to intercept him on his abnormal path into school from where he makes love to his girlfriend every morning. The old storage shed out by the football field; no one ever went to that place, except this guy.

Seraphim caught him and asked to talk with him privately, in the storage shed, or else he would release pictures of him and his girlfriend naked to the whole school, including the faculty. The boy could do nothing but oblige and follow obediently to where his death lay in wait for him. He was bludgeoned from behind and fell to the ground, unconscious, where he was dragged and tied up. When the boy awoke, he found himself tied up, naked, with Seraphim standing above him with a knife. The boy tried to scream, but it was futile. There was a sock shoved in his mouth and taped in place with several layers of duct tape. A pair of eyes, sharp like a coyote’s, were tearing into the space, unknown to Seraphim and the boy, watching, assessing.

Seraphim’s wicked smile never faded, even while he was peeling off skin and slicing random parts of flesh with precision, missing all of the major blood vessels in order to keep his new toy alive for longer. The boy was half dead by the time Seraphim noticed the presence of the coyote, which was just before Ralla opened the door to the storage room with an evil smirk on her beautiful face. The boy dying didn’t even notice his one possible lifeline open the door, since his eyes were already stabbed out and his ear drums popped. Seraphim stood up and confronted the new arrival. He has a face without fear, more correctly, a wicked face befitting a murderer. Those eyes filled with evil killing intent turned upon the voluptuous new arrival, assessing whether he should force himself upon her, or get straight to the torture. He never got the chance.

Ralla immediately kicked him in the stomach and sent Seraphim smashing into the wall. Wood chips flew around and clutter scattered across the floor. Seraphim immediately got up and brandished his knife, his intent to kill was as clear as the night sky. Then he saw her eyes. They shone like an orange sunset, like a beautiful citrine gem. But there was no beauty in her cold eyes of stone. She sent a chill down Seraphim’s back. This woman isn’t human… Seraphim thought to himself as he stood motionless before Ralla. She’s a monster, a beast. Ralla strolled up to him and casually placed her slender hands on his chin, and peered into his eyes. Only a finger’s distance was placed between the woman’s lips and his.

“What were you planning to do with this child next, boy?” Ralla inquired with a serene alto voice. “Where you going to finish him? Or keep filleting him?” Seraphim couldn’t utter a word and only stared into Ralla’s beautiful eyes. After a few moments, which seemed like minutes, Seraphim replied that he was planning to slit his throat, that he stopped pleading for his life and that he grew bored. To this, Ralla’s eyes seemed to show a look of admiration, and a smile even crept over her thin lips. “I see, then allow me to help you with that.” Seraphim’s smile immediately returned when Ralla promised her assistance, but she held out her hand and breathed out a mantra over his hands. “ Coyote, Coyate, Cayote...” Ralla mumbled this several times and a sharp pain began to develop in Seraphim’s hands, and a blade shot out from his right pointer finger, about ten inches in length.

Seraphim stared at his hand, eyes wide in shock. His finger had just turned into a small dagger, surely anyone would be surprised. “Save your surprised face for later, boy. For now, why not use that little power I just awakened?” Ralla returned Seraphim to his senses and pointed to the boy lying on the floor. Seraphim trotted over slowly, a smile regenerated on his face, and he stabbed his finger into the neck of the boy and twisted it, causing blood to flow and tissue to break and shift grotesquely. It only took a second for the boy’s breathing to stop.

An exhilarating feeling washed over Seraphim. He smiled and laughed maniacally, and then he collapsed to his knees and prayed for God to receive the boy’s soul before his dagger finger returned to normal. But something else was happening. A blue light, in the shape of a sphere, floated out of the boy’s mangled throat and suspended itself a foot above the corpse. Seraphim instinctively took the sphere and shoved it down his throat. He chewed it a little and swallowed it. ”Ahhhhhh! It has a sweet taste to it like I’ve never experienced!” Seraphim squealed with delight and turned to Ralla. A gentle smile was painted on her lovely features, and she glided over to him, held out her hand, and commanded him: “Follow me, boy. I will teach you many things, show you many pleasures that you have never experienced before.”

And Seraphim followed her. He learned about his heritage as a weapon and became the personal tool of Ralla. He devoured the souls of many meisters and humans, and became a Demon Blade in a meager three months. And here we have present day, where Seraphim still follows Ralla in an unbreakable bond between a witch and her contracted demon.

Miscellaneous: Seraphim has an unhealthy obsession with his partner, far beyond the point of considering Ralla as “family” but not in a romantic way. You will find yourself hard pressed to separate him from her.

Abilities:
Wavelength Manipulation- Seraphim and Ralla have a very powerful connection, since they are on an impossibly high compatibility rating. As such, Seraphim has the ability to magnify Ralla's soul wavelength and send the magnified power anywhere Ralla desires it to go, for instance, Seraphim can send the power to Ralla's legs, making her swifter.
Killing Aura- Seraphim's madness wavelength is more powerful than most, even rivaling the intensity of a kishin. Seraphim has the power to use his madness wavelength to paralyze foes out of fear, except for those resolved and strong of heart. (Has no effect on warrior gods, Death, or meisters so stupid they don't feel fear. Which stand no chance against Ralla)

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