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IC:
Character name: Soul Eater Evans
Fandom: Soul Eater
Timeline: Post Salvage Arc/Ch. 82
Age: 15
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths:
Weapon - Soul can physically transform himself into a scythe. He doesn’t always have to transform completely. He can turn his entire arm into a blade, or he can transform just his forearm to make fighting a bit easier. Now that he’s a Death Scythe, he can choose to have the blade come out of his arm, instead of transforming any part of it.
Noise Canceling - power gained after defeating arachne. Through Maka, Soul is able to sense person’s soul wavelength which he interprets as a sound, not something visual. Using the piano in the black room he is able to produce a “reverse phrase signal” to nullify that wavelength, which directly affects a person’s abilities. Basically it’s like when something is so loud that it’s painful, but then someone is smart enough to go and turn the volume down. So, this ability is kind of self explanatory once you know how Soul senses wavelengths.
Black Blood - Inside his head is this little room called the Black Room. It’s inhabited by the Little Ogre/Little Demon who was “born” when Soul was first infected with the Black Blood. Upon activation, he can connect with everyone performing Soul Resonance with him. It gives him and his partner(s) a lot of strength and power. Which is awesome, but there’s a catch. Every time he uses it he, and possibly his partner, runs the risk of falling prey to madness and as such is used only as last resort. He’s managed to get a bit of control over the insanity and can draw out the strength of the Black Blood, but not the madness that goes along with it. It’s still all pretty new to him -- he doesn’t quite know it’s limits, or his for that matter, and it definitely puts a strain on him.
Anti-Demon Wavelength/Soul Perception - This is only possible during Soul Resonance with his Meister, Maka. The Anti-Demon wavelength protects him from insanity and Soul perception is just what it sounds like - the ability to perceive souls. As noted before, he hears them. He doesn’t see them like Maka can.
Piano - Soul thinks he is the worst pianist ever, but don’t listen to him because he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. By playing the piano in the Black Room, he has the ability to manipulate Soul Wavelengths by treating them as music. The longer he plays, the more he is at risk of falling deeper into insanity.
*So what can he do with this?*
- Can create a perfect Chain Resonance under impossible conditions by creating sound waves and a rhythm that all Soul Wavelengths resonating with him can follow. This makes them all much stronger and much more agile.
- By increasing the tempo of the song, his team members gain more attack speed. Certain chords increase their attack strength. He can also do the opposite, making him able to slow enemies down.
- Can spread Anti-Demon wavelength to others, sometimes over huge distances by using the power of Arachne’s spider webs as a medium between the piano and other people.
Form Manipulation - What it sounds like. He can change the appearance of his Weapon form.
Flight - Through Soul Resonance with Maka’s Grigori Soul, he can manifest wings in his Weapon form, allowing both him and Maka to fly.
How would they use their abilities?: Well, Soul is a Weapon. Maka’s weapon, specifically. There isn’t much he can do on his own -- he needs a Meister for most of his abilities to work. So if Maka needs him to fight, that’s what he uses his abilities for. TO FIGHT CRIME AND THE FORCES OF EVIL. Oh and take your soul and stuff if you’re a hideous person.
Appearance: General Appearance Spartoi Uniform
Soul’s a pretty average 15 year old, really, but it’s difficult to gauge how tall he actually is thank to his hideous posture (he. is. always. slouching.). He does, however, have a few features that make him stand out a bit. One is his hair color. He’s a teenager, but his hair is definitely a nice shade of white that he keeps it spiked and held back with a black headband. Next up are his eyes -- very, very red. Not brown, not amber. His eyes are red. And last, but not least his teeth. One smile is all it takes to see that his teeth are pointed. He’s got some shark teeth. His style of dress fits him pretty well -- it’s laid back and casual. He wears what he thinks is cool. Soul can usually be seen wearing a jacket and some sort of t-shirt under it and just a regular pair of jeans. Nothing special. He does like his Spartoi uniform a lot though and it wouldn’t be unusual to see him in it, usually minus the jacket.
Background/Personality:
Soul is one of those kids who never had to want for anything. His parents are rich, his older brother Wes is a world renown violinist and Soul himself is a spectacular pianist. People know the Evans family -- they know Soul’s parents, they know him and they definitely know his brother, but for someone who had so much, he was never really happy. Wealth and everything that came along with it didn’t matter to him. He hated the fancy parties, he hated dressing up and putting on a nice face for pompous strangers, he hated being put in the spotlight. He never wanted the attention He didn’t want to play for people that would do nothing but judge him -- everyone expected something from him and he never felt like he could live up to it.
But Wes? Wes was perfect. Wes was the golden child. Wes possessed skill and talent that put him to shame without breaking a sweat. The difference between them was obvious, painfully so. His brother would play and it was like the world had stopped -- all eyes on him, all focusing on the graceful way he held himself, on the delicate trills and runs, on the way his fingers seemed to dance as he played, how his bow seemed to glide across the strings, on the beautiful harmonious music that he could create. He played and everyone listened.
Then there was Soul. Soul who was every inch as skilled as his brother, but still so, so far away from being half the musician that Wes was. People listened when he played, but it wasn’t the same. His technique was perfect and he played with astounding intensity despite how lightly his hands moved as they swept across the keys. He could play Mozart and Bach and Gershwin. He could play whatever was put in front of him with ease. But Soul wasn’t Wes. They were on two completely different levels. He could never be as good as he was -- never be as cool or suave or talented or kind. He could never live up to the standard Wes had set and he knew it. Everyone knew it, they were all just too polite to say it to his face.
And it wasn’t that Soul didn’t like to play, because he did. Music has been and always will be one of the most important parts of his life, but he didn’t like having to play in front of anyone else. What he played, the music in his soul, was not something he wanted to be judged. He played what he felt -- discordant and dissonant, grating counterpoints and uneven tempos. Soul played music that never seemed to belong -- beautiful, yes, but somehow out of place. His music was who he was. It was a little bit twisted and rough around the edges, it wasn’t what people expected (or wanted) to hear, but it was something that would always be sitting in the back of their minds. It was something no one really knew how to feel about. He played with a languid, almost lazy sort of grace, but every note had power and drive behind it, every chord resonated and had purpose.
Then one day he learned he the blood of weapon. One day he found out that he could do something no one in his family had ever been able to do. Not his parents and certainly not Wes. It was almost too easy for him to leave his life behind. Soul went to Death City, Nevada and enrolled at Shibusen (or the DWMA). He changed his name and ran away from who he was and started trying to live up to his own expectations.
Soul had always been a laid-back person and that didn’t change once he started going to the academy. It was something that made it easy for him to find a partner. He's definitely a follower, not a leader. He's more the adviser type. Someone else might be in charge, but he won't hesitate to call them out on stupid, reckless behavior. He might not be calling the shots, but the person who is will never have to wonder what he thinks of the decisions they make. Because Soul will tell them. And he will be loud. And he will yell. And he will do what it takes to get their attention. This works... sometimes. At least, it works when it really seems to matter.
His Meister, Maka, for instance, is the most stubborn person he knows, but it’s this blatant difference between them that helps make them such an excellent team. Maka does what Maka wants whenever Maka wants to. She runs into situations without thinking, she listens to her heart whereas Soul listens to logic and reason. He often tells his Meister that she's doing something dumb or reckless in an effort to keep her from harm.
For a long time he was trying to reach his own expectations of what "cool" looked and acted like. Some things were natural to him -- he wasn’t trying to change himself or his beliefs, he just wanted to exude that “cool guy” presence that Wes had. He is incredibly loyal and dedicated. He doesn't break promises, he doesn't switch sides -- because cool guys don’t just don’t do that sort of stuff. He is always looking out for his friends and he refuses to see them come to harm. Maka especially. He's her Weapon. It's his duty to keep her from getting hurt. It may not look like he cares about much, but under the surface, Soul is one determined kid. He protects Maka without hesitation.
During a mission to Italy this dedication was put to the test. They came across an enemy who could physically hurt Soul, something neither of them really expected would happen. Maka didn’t want to see him get hurt and she knew if she kept blocking with him and trying to fight, he would die, but to Soul this was a nonissue. Soul is able to keep himself calm and composed no matter how difficult things get. He manages to remain level-headed and think clearly, offering insight into various situations that others may have overlooked. However, he's never wordy. In fact, he's anything but. Soul is very blunt. No skirting around issues, he will tell it like it is. Which is not always what people want to hear. So when he told Maka to shut up and fight back, to just block and protect herself, she didn’t want to hear it. She froze so Soul acted for her -- changing out of his weapon form and stepping out in front of her to take the blow in her place. As a result of this, Soul was infected with black blood.
Black blood is what has given Soul most of his abilities, but not without a price. It came with nightmares, dreams of the Little Ogre, and madness. He never talks about his problems -- partly because a “cool” guy doesn’t need to, but mostly because he doesn’t want to worry the people he cares about. He’s used to keeping what he feels inside, he’s used to expressing it in other ways.
Soul never talks about his life before the Academy. He's tight lipped about his past and his family, not even Maka is aware that he has a brother, nor did he say a word to her when he was first infected with Black Blood about the dreams he had of the Little Ogre. He no longer feels he has to keep up the “cool guy” act, not completely anyway. He doesn’t feel as if he needs to try as hard as he used to, but in many ways he’s still is. Despite wanting to be cool, Soul does not want to be popular. He fears emotional attachment, always keeping a bit of distance between others.
Maka and Soul really do make a great team and together they collected 99 corrupt souls and together they defeated the witch Arachne which turned Soul into a Death Scythe -- one of Lord Deaths’ personal weapons. One would think that would have done wonders for his confidence and self-esteem, but it didn’t. He feels that without Maka, he is completely useless. He can't fight on his own and he's not strong or fast. At least not strong enough to do any good.
Have you read up on how the game works?: The guild plug-in is called Flaming Ferret. There's plenty of ways to make money. Taking a mission seems to be one of the more common ways, but they can do things like participate in scientific research or get a job somewhere on the ship too.
1st person sample:
[Hey there! Check out the network and you'll find this grumpy teenager staring back at you. There's a heavy frown on his face and an annoyed, bored sort of drone in his voice. He's only half joking here, he's still hoping this isn't real.]
I'm pretty sure I didn't volunteer to take on a mission to go... wherever this is. I mean seriously, I was sleeping, man. This is not what I wanted to wake up to. Here I was under the impression that I'd at least get briefed on the situation before getting sent somewhere against my will.
... and does anyone want to explain why they gave me a towel? Not seeing what's so important about it.
3rd person sample:
“Leave me behind… I can’t fight together with you anymore. Sorry… You haven’t done anything wrong. Everything’s my fault. Just leave me behind… After all, I’m just a burden to you, aren’t I, Soul? I’m not strong. I can’t do anything on my own. ”
Those words stung more than Maka could have possibly imagined. Soul could only stand there and stare at his Meister. His Meister… just sitting there with her shoulders hunched like she was trying to carry the weight of the world. A heavy frown pulled at his lips, his brow furrowed, he clenched his fists so tight that the thin layer of skin covering his knuckles looked like it had been bleached white.
What did she see? What did she see in that last chapter that would do this to her? Maka wasn’t as strong as Black Star or Kid, but that didn’t matter to him. It never had. Why would she think that had changed? Damn it… it was this stupid book. It had to be.
“What the hell are you talking about? Seems like the influence of this book has got you thinking you’re under the weight of some great sin,” he swallowed hard, waiting a moment to make sure his voice wouldn’t start shaking. “Don’t go spouting nonsense because of those feelings!”
Silence. His heart raced. Maka… she couldn’t do this to him. She was better than this.
“You saw something in the previous chapter too, didn’t you, Soul…?
Soul’s breath hitched painfully in his chest, a lump forming in the back of his throat. So she’s figured him out, huh? That he’s not as great as he wants to be, as he tries to be, yearns to be. Tch, who did he think he was? Always trying to be so god damn cool, trying to be everything he knows he’s not.
NO. No that wasn’t true. To hell with this. To hell this and this book and what it was doing to his head. Maka wouldn’t. She wouldn’t.
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Soul’s fingers lifted from the keys, that last chord still ringing in his ears -- broken and dissonant and something he could never really place, only knew that it hurt.
“Wonderful! Just as expected from the son of the Evans family.” The crowd applauded. Of course they would applaud. They had to be polite, didn’t they? Especially after the way they reacted to his brother’s performance.
Some of the people here could tell the difference. No, honestly there might not be anyone who could tell. But those who could tell…?
“He’s every bit the musician his older brother Wes is.”
“Definitely!”
They could see, they could hear, the difference. Soul and his brother were at two completely different levels and Wes was at one that he could never hope to reach.
“Is that why you chose that girl?” Wes. It was Wes.
The voice made him freeze. His shoulders stiffened and he shoved his hands into his pockets so no one could see how tightly he was clenching his fists. Wes. So cool, so smooth, so… so… everything he could never be.
“NO!” venom dripped from the word he spat at his brother. Who the hell did he think he was? He had no right, no god damn right. What did Wes know? Nothing. He didn’t know anything.
“It’s just that you wanted to run away from music. From home…” Wes hesitated, looking Soul in the eye, “…from me. That girl doesn’t know anything about music. Do you find it easier to relax and not be jealous of me? Does it put you at ease? Isn’t that nice.”
No. No, no, no! It wasn’t like that with Maka! It wasn’t! Maybe at first it was. Maybe it was nice to have someone around that didn’t know who he was, who honestly wouldn’t know any better, but it wasn’t like that. He chose her... he chose her because she would never judge him for what he could or could not do. She wouldn’t laugh behind his back, wouldn’t endlessly critique his every move, every note he played. Wouldn’t sit there and make him feel like he was less of a person.
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“I didn’t,” a beat. One. Two. Three. Four. Four counts. One whole note. Two half notes. Four quarter notes. Eight eighth notes. Sixteen sixteenth notes. And Maka would never care. “I didn't see anything.”
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