[Franken Stein]

Name: Demion Stein
Race: Meister
Age: 17
Description: Born with naturally white hair. He stands about 5’8″. he has a fascination with needles. And he tends to steal his father’s lab coat. He is stealthy but not a great meister, yet.
Partner: N/A
History: He was born. His father took him to be raised as a meister against his mother’s wishes. He tends to slack off thinking he’ll be fine without the training but his father has been hard on him to try to make him a legacy to leave.

[Lord English]

Name: Ram
Race: Kishin / Meister
Age: 13
Description: She has long black hair that reaches her butt despite being caked in dirt and blood. She wears tattered clothing, afraid that new ones will cause her to catch something foul. She also wears no shoes, liking the feel of dirt beneath her feet.
Partner: N/A
History: She was born in a normal family, her father was a weapon and her mother was a meister. She didn’t get any of the father’s abilities but that was alright. She liked playing alone with her toys and as she grew to the age of three, she had started to become lonely. She was reprimanded about anything new, like being told not to touch things like animals or play with other children. So they had another child so she wouldn’t be alone. This small boy, was very special. He had the traits of being both a meister and a weapon. This made her jealous. When he turned 2, she was 5, and very agitated as he mimicked attacking with bladed fingers on her toys. That was new to her and she was afraid, very afraid. During the night, her grandmother on her father’s side was in her weapon form. She picked her up and made her silenced, taping her to her hand so the part with the mouth couldn’t talk. She managed to match the output her grandmother put out, it felt amazing. She then walked up to her brother’s sleeping body. She cut him open and heard him cry and bleed. Blood was new, it was frightening to her. She stabbed him again and again but only more came. She shook and then something even more new showed up, an orb of some sort. She took it in her untapped hand and shook a bit. It was bright and she heard her parents coming. She didn’t know what to do or where to hide it so she put it into her mouth and swallowed it. The parents threw the door open and turned on the lights. She looked at them, covered in her brother’s blood. She breathed heavy, scared of what her parents might do to her and the blood dripped into her mouth from her face. It’s iron tones were new, but she didn’t fear it, she enjoyed it. She stepped to her parents, shaking and lowering her head. Her parents picked her up just to find her smiling. She stabbed her mother, the closest one and her hand went up through and into the chest. She felt a thumping in it. What was it?! It frightened her so she reached her other hand in and tore it out to see what it was. She didn’t understand as her mother lay twitching on the floor. Soon an orb from her appeared too. She looked at her father and he backed away, his fear made her tingle. She watched him trip over a table and she pressed the knife into his ankle, watching the blood spray out as the charmed words of a five-year-old escaped her lips, “What’s wrong daddy?” She walked up to his chest, sliding the dagger up his leg and across the center of his stomach and stopped mid-sternum. He gasped for air as his entrails fell out of his carcass and he gasped for dear life. She then got up and took her mother’s soul into her and stood, watching her father reach up and gasp for help. His diaphragm had split in half and the vaccum effect for his lungs ceased, him coughing as she watched him die. This was new. It was frightening. She enjoyed her own fear. She then un-taped her grandmother, who immediately took human form to try to escape. She ran to the door as Ram grabbed a flower pot, throwing it at her and it shattered into her back. She walked up to her grandmother and said, “Why couldn’t I be a weapon too? Why was he so special?! WHY WAS I LEFT OUT?!” She then proceeded to rip out a pot fragment and brutally stab her to death. She turned as a light shown from her father’s body. She ate his too. It tingled. They all tingled inside of her. She felt great but something was wrong. Others heard the noise. She used the pot fragments to cut herself to near shreds. The people came in and searched, seeing her as the only living occupant and bleeding out fast. She was in medical care for a while, restoring as they tried to figure out who had done such a thing to the family. When she turned 10, the search had dropped and they moved her into Death City for protection. She feared everything there, but after living alone for three years and getting a touch and go with death plus being registered as a meister in the Shibusen, she adjusted. Mostly…

[Little Fandom Lover]

<span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>Name: Maka Albarn</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>Race: Human</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>Age:13</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>Description: Bright, cheery, and direct, Maka Albarn is the opposite of her partner. Can be bossy, at times, and doesn’t show affection much towards her father- but is true to her friends and partners. </span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>Partner: Soul Evans</span><br style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;” /><span style=”font-family: ‘Open Sans’, ‘Helvetica Neue’, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20.3999996185303px; background-color: #f4f5f6;”>History:Born to Spirit Albarn and his wife, Maka was upset with her father most of the time for his cheating and lying to her mother. She plans to be more powerful than her father in the future. </span>

[Krystal Akuma]

Name: Krystal

Race: Weapon (scythe)

Age: 16

Description: She stands at about 5’4″ and has fair skin. Her eyes are a bright, vibrant scarlet whereas her hair is smooth and black and goes down to the center of her back. Her bangs fall over her eyes slightly, so she often brushes them away, thinking it’s too much of a hassle to cut them. She usually wears black jeans, black v-neck, leather jacket and combat boots, with a red pendant that matches her eyes hanging from her neck.

Partner: None

History: Krystal has admired Soul “Eater” Evans and Spirit Albarn for a while now, since the time when she found out that she could transform. She was around 7 then, and gradually grew used to being able to turn her limbs into blades. Krystal is overall a quiet girl, not very sociable and doesn’t mind not having a partner. She loves to train and sharpen her skills, but she can only do so much with only herself. Her mother was her father’s weapon and both served DWMA. Sadly, they passed away when she was 12, and since then, she has gone to DWMA. She has had a couple temporary meisters, but none especially liked scythes, so they moved on to other weapons. Krystal is hoping that this new school year may bring a meister with which she could bond and fight with, longing to impove her skills.

[Krystal Akuma]

Name: Krystal

Race: Weapon (scythe)

Age: 16

Description: She stands at about 5’4″ and has fair skin. Her eyes are a bright, vibrant scarlet whereas her hair is smooth and black and goes down to the center of her back. Her bangs fall over her eyes slightly, so she often brushes them away, thinking it’s too much of a hassle to cut them. She usually wears black jeans, black v-neck, leather jacket and combat boots, with a red pendant that matches her eyes hanging from her neck.

Partner: None

History: Krystal has admired Soul “Eater” Evans and Spirit Albarn for a while now, since the time when she found out that she could transform. She was around 7 then, and gradually grew used to being able to turn her limbs into blades. Krystal is overall a quiet girl, not very sociable and doesn’t mind not having a partner. She loves to train and sharpen her skills, but she can only do so much with only herself. Her mother was her father’s weapon and both served DWMA. Sadly, they passed away when she was 12, and since then, she has gone to DWMA. She has had a couple temporary meisters, but none especially liked scythes, so they moved on to other weapons. Krystal is hoping that this new school year may bring a meister with which she could bond and fight with, longing to improve her skills.