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Character: Justin Law
Series: Soul Eater (manga)
Character Age: 17
Canon: On the alternate Earth of Soul Eater, human weapons literally transform into various types of armaments who can eat the souls of their victims, and meisters match their soul wavelengths to their weapon partners in order to effectively wield them. All of them attend the school of Shibusen, both to learn to fight and to learn to follow the will of Shinigami and only eat the souls of people on his list. These souls are corrupted by the forbidden act of eating normal human souls, which will eventually turn the eater into a kishin, a godlike physical force of insanity. As extra incentive, obtaining 99 corrupt souls and the soul of a witch will make a weapon into a Deathscythe, a weapon powerful enough to be wielded by Shinigami himself.
Justin Law is the youngest weapon ever to become a Deathscythe, at the age of 14*-and unlike all the other Deathscythes, he did it by himself, without a meister partner. Of course, he's a guillotine, so it's not entirely clear how someone would wield him anyway. Justin is obnoxious and eccentric to the extreme: he dresses like a priest, praises his god frequently and mocks his opponents relentlessly-and often loudly, as he nearly always wears headphones with pounding music drowning out anything people have to say to him. Fortunately, he can read lips-but he'll cheerfully neglect to mention that part if it makes it easier to ignore you. Spoilers: [Of course, he works for Shibusen only until a brutal murder he commits is discovered, and it turns out his god is not Shinigami but the kishin, his job was a mole, and his attitude is actively sadistic.]
Sample Post:
O Lord! Your benevolence has guided me to this remote location well, as there are many here who would benefit from your guidance. See how they gather, crying out for salvation? For their souls to be saved? It's to be expected, when they are forced to such a location, thick with vulgar actions and naughty words.
Hmm, or perhaps you're crying for judgment. It's difficult to tell when you slur your words so badly. Truly, it is an affront to the senses. Many of the senses, it would seem! I am thankfully sheltered from the sounds of your voices, but there are plenty of other ears in the area. And I can certainly both see and smell your unpleasant state all too clearly, and taste the bitter stench on the back of my throat. If you lurch much closer I'm afraid my touch will round out the last of my senses, as well as your last sense of this world, in the name of the Lord my God.
-Ah, but rotten limbs are severed far too easily. And there's something less than dramatic about a beheading when the subject's head is willing to fall off on its own. So turn your eyes to heaven, and if any of you manage to keep your necks intact, we'll see if they still need severing. Of course, even with your heads intact, it seems your minds haven't the least kernel of sense, which makes you of no interest to me. You're hardly more of a challenge to dismember than the corn, and so not worth the effort of a Deathscythe to reap. Besides, even if I went to the effort to plant you in the ground where you belong, I don't have any coffins with me to set you to rest properly.
So then, for the moment...! I will simply consider you all to be part of the scenery! A rather distasteful sort of scenery, of course, but so much the better to find those whose actions stand above the rest. Metaphorically leveling the field, you could say, without having to actually level it in and leave it a trampled mass of corn stalks and severed limbs. If you feel the need to stalk me nevertheless, I'm afraid God will certainly forgive me if you suffer the consequences.
...Oh, dear! Don't look so upset. I do promise I'll save your souls for later.
IN @ 88.7% here!
* - An error! Actually it's 13.
Series: Soul Eater (manga)
Character Age: 17
Canon: On the alternate Earth of Soul Eater, human weapons literally transform into various types of armaments who can eat the souls of their victims, and meisters match their soul wavelengths to their weapon partners in order to effectively wield them. All of them attend the school of Shibusen, both to learn to fight and to learn to follow the will of Shinigami and only eat the souls of people on his list. These souls are corrupted by the forbidden act of eating normal human souls, which will eventually turn the eater into a kishin, a godlike physical force of insanity. As extra incentive, obtaining 99 corrupt souls and the soul of a witch will make a weapon into a Deathscythe, a weapon powerful enough to be wielded by Shinigami himself.
Justin Law is the youngest weapon ever to become a Deathscythe, at the age of 14*-and unlike all the other Deathscythes, he did it by himself, without a meister partner. Of course, he's a guillotine, so it's not entirely clear how someone would wield him anyway. Justin is obnoxious and eccentric to the extreme: he dresses like a priest, praises his god frequently and mocks his opponents relentlessly-and often loudly, as he nearly always wears headphones with pounding music drowning out anything people have to say to him. Fortunately, he can read lips-but he'll cheerfully neglect to mention that part if it makes it easier to ignore you. Spoilers: [Of course, he works for Shibusen only until a brutal murder he commits is discovered, and it turns out his god is not Shinigami but the kishin, his job was a mole, and his attitude is actively sadistic.]
Sample Post:
O Lord! Your benevolence has guided me to this remote location well, as there are many here who would benefit from your guidance. See how they gather, crying out for salvation? For their souls to be saved? It's to be expected, when they are forced to such a location, thick with vulgar actions and naughty words.
Hmm, or perhaps you're crying for judgment. It's difficult to tell when you slur your words so badly. Truly, it is an affront to the senses. Many of the senses, it would seem! I am thankfully sheltered from the sounds of your voices, but there are plenty of other ears in the area. And I can certainly both see and smell your unpleasant state all too clearly, and taste the bitter stench on the back of my throat. If you lurch much closer I'm afraid my touch will round out the last of my senses, as well as your last sense of this world, in the name of the Lord my God.
-Ah, but rotten limbs are severed far too easily. And there's something less than dramatic about a beheading when the subject's head is willing to fall off on its own. So turn your eyes to heaven, and if any of you manage to keep your necks intact, we'll see if they still need severing. Of course, even with your heads intact, it seems your minds haven't the least kernel of sense, which makes you of no interest to me. You're hardly more of a challenge to dismember than the corn, and so not worth the effort of a Deathscythe to reap. Besides, even if I went to the effort to plant you in the ground where you belong, I don't have any coffins with me to set you to rest properly.
So then, for the moment...! I will simply consider you all to be part of the scenery! A rather distasteful sort of scenery, of course, but so much the better to find those whose actions stand above the rest. Metaphorically leveling the field, you could say, without having to actually level it in and leave it a trampled mass of corn stalks and severed limbs. If you feel the need to stalk me nevertheless, I'm afraid God will certainly forgive me if you suffer the consequences.
...Oh, dear! Don't look so upset. I do promise I'll save your souls for later.
IN @ 88.7% here!
* - An error! Actually it's 13.