Name: Wallow, Sorrow
Gender/Sex: Female
Age: 23
Meister: None
Weapon Form: Sorrow takes the form of a poleaxe. The blade is a pitch black ebony and the pole is a dark navy blue. The two are connected by a metal strap of fine gold. There is an aqua ribbon at the end on the side with the blade, and two blue ribbons on the other end, one lighter than the other. There are grey bands spread out across the pole of the poleaxe made of leather. The poleaxe had a single bright blood-red stripe on the blade along the razor of it. The poleaxe always drips water out from the golden strap.
Love Interest: To depressed to have one, dammit Sorrow!
Appearance: Sorrow has dark blue hair and strangely grey skin. Her clothes are depressingly bland and also grey. She wears itchy and rough cloth over her body, acting as a robe, and one glove she picked up. Her clothes are dirty and unwashed. She is actually kinda short, but that may be because she slumps most of the time. She has vivid pink eyes that seem to contrast everything about her. Due to her constant crying, Sorrow has two broad indents straining from her eyes across her chin and disappearing under her chin, a path of which her tears loosely follow.
Personality: Sorrow is gloomy, but loyal. If anyone she knows is in trouble, she'll do what she can to help them out. Ironically, she dislikes violence and wants to solve most disputes peacefully, often throwing herself into the fire on accident. She rarely ever speaks out, preferring to let the situation resolve itself. As a weapon, she views herself as nothing more than a tool, and becomes even less sensitive to the situation and conditions of her friends. Upon returning to her human form, emotion, even if it's mostly sadness, is restored. Her rage is the rarest thing to see in her, and if invigorated, is a dangerous thing to toy with.
History: Sorrow grew up in a gloomy house, but in comparison, she was the most active of her siblings: Despair and Sadness. Sorrows mother, Misery, always took care of her children, who only sulked in a corner all day every day. Sorrow wandered the hallways like a lost soul until it grew time for rest. Every day Misery would leave food for her son and daughters, and return half an hour later to take the dishes and clean them. One day, however Misery stopped coming altogether. Sorrow was the only one energized enough to look around, and saw that Misery had died. Even though she wasn't much of a mother, she was the only one any of them knew, but the other two siblings were too preoccupied in their own misery to care for the one that died. Sorrow then left, leaving her siblings to their self-determined fate; withering away.
Soul Count: 0
Miscellaneous: The guilt of leaving her siblings to their death haunts Sorrow's thoughts, and is almost always in her conscious mind. Only a very strong emotion could cause this to stop for even a moment. Sorrow always cries, and consequently, always needs water, so she carries a backpack filled with water bottles. The crying only stops on very rare occasions, and because of this, it's hard to tell when she is truly crying. She doesn't produce any sound when crying, aside from the dripping of her tears. If she goes an entire day without water, it's highly likely she will die.
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