Post by Soul on Dec 23, 2011 20:26:21 GMT -6
Soul Eater Evans
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i am a question to the world
NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
[/size][/font]NOT AN ANSWER TO BE HEARD
Character Name:Soul[/size]
Gender:Male
Age: 36
Alliance: Good
Type: Weapon
Partner: Maka Evans
and you see the things they never see
ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
[/size][/font]ALL YOU WANTED I COULD BE
Appearance: Soul has snow white hair, almost as white as his sharp teeth. Soul lies to wear a white undershirt which has a collar usually buttoned up with a sweater like jacket, the jacket itself is only partially zipped up and the threads are a nice dark red, He wears black pants to match with the jacket, and then a cool pair of red and white shoes that still seem to go nicely with the outfit.[/size]
they can't tell me who to be
'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
[/size][/font]'CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE
Personality:[/size]Soul is strong and determined, which is easily shown in the way he stands, tall and strong. He has much matured now having new responsibilities, and isn't afraid to do anything if it's for his family. Even with his matured state you can see the original soul spark up in moments like when black star irritates him with helping do papers, other then that he is calm and and does what is necessary.
Likes: Jazz, Piano, His Family.
Dislikes: Losing, Correcting Others, Causing Pain.
Fears: Hurting those he loves
Goals: Get rid of the Black-Blood.
Strengths: Strong, Determined, Responsible.
Weaknesses: He's a shell (Doesn't let others in), Likes to do things on his own accord.
Quirks/Habits:
how can the world want me to change
THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
[/size][/font]THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME
Family Members:[/size]
Maka Albarne Evans, Karma Evans, Michea; Evans.
History:
(I'm just going along with the fanfic, not going to write about before it x.x)
Soul who had newly become a Death-Scythe continued his normal routine, but something was bound to happen, nothing has a normal ending. Soul and Maka has always had a strong connection, why else would they be a Weapon and Meister? As the time passed they found themselves in a deeper relationship then just 'Weapon and Meister'
The connection they had from fighting carried on through to there romantic relationship, they were a nice couple. Eventually, which this was bound to happen, the two, Soul and Maka, were going to get married. Nothing special Soul didn't think they needed anything special but kept ideas open becuase it wasn't just his marriage ceremony. They come up with the perfect wedding for them, "Just cool enough for Soul but not over-the-top for Maka."
The wedding, how nice it was, didn't change Soul's outlook on the thought of being a father as when the day came when she told him. ""You're going to be a father," Would he be good enough? Would he be strong enough to protect them? All his qeustions were logical and yet all his doubt was erased as he held the tiny newborn female. After deciding a fitting name "Karma" They continued on to raise the child with love and care, but after 2 years they were surprised.
Maka had once again become pregnant, this time with a little boy, she got to name the boy, "Micheal" She decided upon, and it was just as fitting as Karma's name.
Soul had now had a finally of 4 including himself, he loved there company and enjoyed spending time with them, this is when everything went wrong. Soul was petrified upon finding out that he still had the nightmare which was, the black blood. He cursed at the taunting imp threw items at him but nothing seemed to work.
He did his best to tell Maka that nothing was wrong, but things didn't work out for the best. After a confused startle and accidentally hitting Maka, Soul began to calm himself, he wanted to think he could handle it alone and without her help, no matter how hard she plead to help he didn't let her in. Soul had finally decided to teach Karma to teach piano, but as fate had it the black blood once again set in and he partially transformed his arm turning into a scythe.
Soul who had managed to cut Karma enough to send her for stitched, it was a father's worst nightmare, hurting something you swore to protect. Soul ran out towards the one place that helped him calm down and after Maka was done helping Karma she knew where to find him.
Maka headed out after Soul to persuade him to stay but he was too stubborn to, not untill learning to control the black blood would he return.
i want a moment to be real
WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
[/size][/font]WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL
OOC Name:Metal[/size]
Age:16
Member Title:Metal
Experience:A couple of Years.
Post Example:
- We're a Team -
The brisk cold air haunting the moonlight's perception. The still sound of nothing at all, the experience of pure darkness, The imp once again stared him in the face as the blackness returned to the room with the red and black checkered floor. A few chairs amongst the place and a table. The imp walked over, he was about 4 feet tall and had gotten bigger.
Soul's face showed a bit of anger at the notice of his newfound height. "How long are we going to have to continue this?" The Imp tapped his finger to his chin in a taunting notion. "Why don't you just play for me.. It'll be so much easier." The Imp chuckled toward him. Soul gritted his teeth at him as he strained yelling at the imp. "I can do this without you!" He had gotten a bit too aggravated and pushed the Imp as he headed for the door.
"Even a Death Scythe can be beaten..." The Imp had let out one last word that stuck to the back of Soul's head. As Soul left a blinding light surrounded him and it faded as quickly as it started. There soul lay beaten and bruised, gashes from near misses from the newly born Kishin. This Kishin was powerfull very powerfull, powerfull enough to be winning to say the least.
He grunted, the determination in his eyes as he wobbled up to his feet. "HAHA I Say about 4 more hits. you'll be done." The Kishin chuckled.
Soul smiled for a second, 'i'll give you 1" Just as he spoke a flash of light surrounded him and he shot upward. Nearby the sound of foot-steps and then a leap, turns out Maka wasn't too far behind his trail. She grabbed Soul in mid-air, the scythe flashed showing his face with a grin. 'WITCH HUNTER!" The two both spoke in resonance as a bright light appeared increasing the size of Soul's scythe transformation.
They always worked better as a team..
The move hit directly on target doing much more damage then anticipated, looks like it was now a fair match, the look on Soul's face which was reflected off the Scythe Maka was carrying showed no doubt that they were going to lose even if they didn't finish him in one hit.
(Just a random thing I thought I'd make x.x just a thing about him.. kinda beating the black blood with team work... more or less...)
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