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Mac Solo

"People see only what they want to see."

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a character in “Eat a Soul”, as played by CutUp

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Believe β™« My Demons β™« Somewhere I Belong β™« Bird And The Worm β™« Remember The Name β™« Save Me β™« Ignition
{"Where would I go? I ain't ever had a real home, so what do I know?"}


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| N A M E |
Mac Solo; Actual name Mackenzie Solomon

| N I C K N A M E |
Mac Attack, and Big Mac - Used by himself, or to butter him up.
Shorty, Pipsqueak, Tiny, Small Fry, Angry Midget, etc. - Various jabs at his height that he hates.
Skaterat - It's something that a lot of kids at school refer to him behind his back due to his low social standing. It bothers him much more than he lets on.

| A G E |
16

| G E N D E R |
Male

| R O L E |
Meister

| P A R T N E R |
TBA

| E T H N I C I T Y |
American of Scottish, and Irish decent

| B I R T H D A T E |
July 23rd; Leo
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| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual


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{"They wanna break me, and wash away my colors."}


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| H E I G H T |
5 foot 4

| W E I G H T |
145 pounds

| E Y E C O L O R |
Hazel

| H A I R C O L O R |
Chestnut

| A P P E A R A N C E |
Mac is a well built young man with a highly athletic, and toned body. He is rather short, and is very sensitive about this. His attire consists of a long-sleeved, white V-neck shirt with blue lining, a red sweater tied around his waist, dark green shorts, black socks and blue-and-gold sneakers. Underneath his shirt is a loose, black tank top. He wears a black beanie over his head at all times that covers his medium length hair, and a pair of headphones around his neck. He also wears a silver wristwatch on his left wrist. His soul is colored dark orange, and has his beanie head, as well as an outline of his messy hair.

| O D D I T I E S |
He's got many scars all over his body from years of skateboarding, as well as from fighting. But it's nothing too eye catching. He has a Shinigami tattoo on his inner right forearm to show his loyalty towards the academy.


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{"I wanna find something that I've wanted all along, somewhere I belong."}


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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
✦ Brave ✧ Protective ✦ Wild ✧ Rebellious ✦ Damaged ✧

Mac is in many ways the product of his environment of being a orphan. For the most part people expect him to be a troublemaker, and if that's expected of him then he won't disappoint. Mac is a very rebellious youth who has an almost compulsive need to defy authority. He does in fact take pride in his disobedience. He's fairly brash, and impulsive, as well as being more than a little reckless. He doesn't think of the consequences of his actions. He's pretty sarcastic, and usually has a smart ass remark up his sleeve. He certainly does like a good wise-crack at someone else expense.

He is also extremely impatient, and a very 'to the point' kind of guy. He doesn't like waiting for anything, wanting to do everything here and now, and isn't one to beat around the bush. He has a bit of a temper as well, and is very sensitive of his height. He has quite the explosive temper, but he is the first to apologize when he lashes out against those he cares about. It doesn't take a whole lot to set him off. Mac has a number of insecurities to him, be it his height, or more prominently his status as a orphan. He tends to feel unwanted, and unloved. He also feels as if he has something to prove, which tends to lead to his more dangerous, and irresponsible actions that is usually to impress others.

Despite all that he is very kind, caring, and extremely protective. He has always put others above his own well being. He is fairly brave, and will stand up to a more powerful opponent no matter what. He is also a very quick thinker, and is able to come up with plans on the fly. Fairly good plans at that. Mac is actually quite smart himself. He could go onto do great things if he would only apply himself. This is especially apparent in his grades at school, which he could easily get straight As if he wanted to. But he just chooses to waste his potential, as he feels that no one would give someone like him a fair chance at life, so why bother. It is this intelligence that actually makes Mac a capable leader when he applies himself.

Despite being seen as the 'bad boy', Mac does have a underlying sense of honor to him, and does genuinely want to help others. He can act quite chivalrous at times, and honorable, though he will deny it with a passion. As he prefers to be seen as a tough guy. He does have some serious abandonment issues due to being a orphan, and holds some deep regret over his past, which he won't talk about.


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{"All alone he turns to stone, holding his breath half to death."}


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| S T R E N G T H S |
✦Combat - While Mac has little to no formal combat trying make no mistake, he is just as dangerous as the next guy. He is adept at street fighting, and has developed his own sort of fighting style which he incorporates various break dancing moves, and his own athletic ability. Though in actuality it happens to appear similar to the Brazilian martial art style Capoeira, but this is mere coincidence.
✧Athletic - Mac is a natural athlete, and is thus naturally quick and nimble. Though he won't admit it, he is able to use his small stature to his advantage.
✦Smart - Mac is a surprisingly smart young man who has a decent grasp on strategy.
✧Quick Thinking - Mac's mind works fast. He's able to think himself out of trouble in a flash. So he usually plays things by ear, and wings whatever he does, which tends to be a hit and miss sort of thing.
✦Skateboarding - Mac's skateboarding prowess has proven time after time to be a big asset. He is able to quickly outmaneuver most foes. Plus his skateboard is rather tough, and able to take a beating, as he will sometimes use it as a weapon.
✧Soul Force - Mac is able to use Soul Force, a technique in which a select few individuals are able to perform. With this Mac is able to drive his own soul wavelength into a foe's body by physical contact by resonating with his own soul. The incompatible Wavelength can cause strong direct and internal damage. He is untrained in this technique, and can't do it excessively.
| W E A K N E S S E S |
✦Insecure - Mac has a number of insecurities, from his short stature, and more prominent his status as an orphan. His insecurity as an orphan is one of his biggest hang ups. It makes him feel not only unwanted, but also that he has something to prove about himself. His insecurity about him being no good also leads him to wasting his potential, this is especially true about his school life where he rarely, if ever applies himself as he would easily make good grades if he only tried.
✧Impatient - Mac is a rather impatient sort who hates waiting.
✦Show Off - Mac is a rather big show off, and tends to over do things just to show case his skill.
✧Temper - Mac has quite the temper, and it is easy to get on his nerves. He will often blow up in the face of those who anger. But if he blows up at one of his friends he's quick to apologize.
✦Rebellious - Mac has an almost compulsive need to defy authority, and it's something he prides himself on.
✧Untrained In Soul Force - Mac is very untrained in Soul Menace, as it takes a strain on his body. If he uses it too much it could cause some serious damage.


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{"He feels so unlike everybody else, alone in spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him."}


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| H O B B I E S |
✦Skateboarding - "I got skillz! See, it's cool when you add a Z to the end of it."
✧Baseball - "I'm a natural athlete! Plus a baseball bat's a pretty good weapon in a pinch."
✦Showing Off - "I got the skillz to pay the bills!"

| H A B I T S |
✧Cursing - "The fuck you mean?"
✦Listening To His Headphones - "What?! I can't hear you! Not that I really care what you have to say anyways."
✧Tapping His Foot - "Only when I'm waiting. So let's go!"

| L I K E S |
✦Skateboarding - "Like I said, I got skillz!"
✧Baseball - "Hitting shit with a bat is surprisingly relaxing."
✦Music - "I'm sorry, you were mouthing something?"
✧Showing Off - "When you have the necessary skills to pay the much needed bills, you must make them known."
✦Winning - "Why play if you're not in it to win it?"

| D I S L I K E S |
✦Losing - "Well, duh."
✧Being Showed Up - "Nobody is better than me!"
✦Bullies - "Yeah, I'm a degenerate, but I've never once hurt someone who didn't deserve it."
✧Waiting - "Let's go already!"
✦His First Name - "Who names a guy Mackenzie anymore?!"

| G O A L S |
✦Making A Death Scythe - "I made a promise, and I intend to keep it."
✧Making Death Proud - "He gave me a second chance, it's the least I can do."
✦Being Seen For Who He Is - "I'm more than my mistakes, but most don't see that. So fuck 'em."

| F E A R S |
✧Being Abandoned - "What? Uh....no...of course not."
✦Getting Someone Killed - "I've made more than my fair share of mistakes, I don't want this to be another one....not again."
✧Failing Those That Need Him - "That's why I make sure people don't see me as someone they can count on."


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{"Maybe I was just born a castaway."}


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| H I S T O R Y |
Poor little Mackenzie Solomon, always unwanted.

Mac was born in Brooklyn, New York. His parents....well they weren't people that one would talk about in polite company. They were druggie losers with a long history of crime. The only decent thing they did in their entire lives was leaving Mac, only a week old, on the steps of a local orphanage, never to be heard from again, well, for many years at least. So growing up Mac was never the most well adjusted orphan. He developed severe anger, abandonment, and tons of other insecurities.

More days than not he would get in fights with his fellow orphans. Why would he be fighting the other orphans you may ask, well simple, he just felt like it. He used this as a excuse to work his frustrations out. That, and he felt as if he had something to prove. As if fighting anything with a pulse would prove his worth in others eyes. And it did, just not in the way he thought. Mac's tenacity gained the attention of a local street gang who were looking for some up and coming street thug, and Mac was the perfect prospect.

When Mac was approached by the gang he of course accepted. What else was he gonna do? Mac was a reasonably smart young man, and he knew that he would probably end up in the same place as he would if he was part of a gang. So Mac accepted, and joined the gang. And Mac would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. For the first time in his life he had a sense of family, a sense of purpose, no matter how twisted it was.

Mac was blind to what the gang was actually doing, or perhaps he was simply in denial, but the gang's leader began a nasty habit of collecting human souls. Mac was not privy to these kind of things, he was a low level thug after all, just hired muscle despite his age. Yeah, despite what was going on with his new family things were good for Mac, but then he hit a little bump in the road, when his mother came looking for him.

His mother, Jessica merely wanted to get to know the son she gave up. She told him that she was clean at that point, and that his father was in jail, and she was all alone. She did everything in her power to make it clear that she knew that she couldn't make up for abandoning him when he was a baby, and that she merely wanted to talk to him, get to know him. But Mac wouldn't have any of it. He laid into his mother, releasing a lifetime of pint-up frustration. He told her that he had no parents, that he hated her, and wished she was dead.

These words cut deep, and a few days later Mac got word that she was dead, having overdosed. She was in fact clean when she met Mac, but his words sent her off the deep end. This deeply disturbed Mac, he couldn't get it out of his head. He felt as if he killed her himself. What bothered him the most was the fact that he was so torn up by it. Why should he care? He didn't know her from a hole in the ground. It wasn't like he put the needle in her arm, but why did it feel like he did?

After that it was several months later before he finally got a glimmer of hope that there would be a future for him other than this. That was when he had his first experience with a Meister, and the DWMA. Lord Death had sent a upperclassmen to clear out the gang, as they had fallen off the path of humanity. When the Meister attacked it was like a tornado, swift, but destructive. Mac came in to see the Meister slaughtering his makeshift family. So Mac had attacked him.

The Meister was a highly trained, monster slaying machine, and Mac was just some street punk. So of course he didn't stand a chance. But Mac was resilient, and most of all stubborn. He wouldn't give up no matter what. Despite his lack of formal training, Mac still put up a decent fight on his own, he got in a few good shots on him, which impressed the Meister. As Mac tried to go get in a shot on him he discovered a new ability, he actually projected his own soul into the Meister, performing a Soul Force.

This instantly sapped Mac of all his energy, and he collapsed. Upon closer inspection the Meister saw that Mac was different from the other gang members that he defeated. He saw Mac's soul, he saw that he was a damaged, and wild young man, but he had a good heart despite a life of hardship. The Meister contacted Lord Death, and informed him of the situation, wondering what to do with the young man since he had a lot of potential in him to be a great Meister in his own right. And of course being the softy Lord Death is he didn't want the boy to killed, so he permitted him to bring Mac to Death City for further evaluation.

Upon arrival to Death City, the Shinigami himself had a long talk with Mac. The two spoke about his history, about his future, and the DWMA. After what seemed to be a lifetime of talking Lord Death made a decision. He gave Mac a choice, either he could make up for his past sins, and do some actual good as a Meister working for him, or else he can go to prison, and waste all his potential to help others. And so Mac decided he would join the academy, and become a Meister. Once he had his weapon partner he vowed to make them into a Death Scythe, something that he's adamant about.

| F A M I L Y T I E S |
Jessica Solomon| Mother| 41 (At death)| Deceased
Thomas Solomon| Father| 44| Alive (Imprisoned)


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{"Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!"}
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Mac tumbled and rolled on the ground as fists, and feet came out of the shadows that surrounded him. Mac had cuts, and bruises all over his body as he struggled to get up. A single light appeared in the darkness from a cigarette from a man with wild red hair, and a hungry look in his eyes as he glared down at Mac. "See boys, this is what a no good traitor like the Runt here gets." The man stated as he blew a puff of smoke in Mac's face. "Shut up! If anyone's the traitor it's you! You bastard! I trusted you Michael!" Mac shouted as he rushed forward. Michael simply turned to the side, and caught Mac with his knee in his chest.

As Mac doubled over, and held his stomach Michael grabbed Mac by his hair, and repeatedly, and brutally began beating on the skater. "You think that you can make up for the things you've done?! The people that you hurt?! There ain't no going back from that Macky Boy. People like us don't get happy endings...." Michael then grabbed Mac by his neck, and held him high in the air. "...Just bloody deaths." He then proceeded to throw Mac quite a distance away. As Mac tumbled on the ground he finally stopped at the feet of someone else. He looked to see a ghost of his mother, just staring at him with soulless, dead eyes.

Mac's eyes jolted open as he shot up from his bed. Mac took in several heavy breaths as he ran his fingers through his hair. 'Just a dream. Just a dream.' He looked down at his watch, and saw what time it was. He was going to be late for his first day. Mac quickly got dressed in his usual attire, and rushed out the door. He was squatting in the home of the Meister who first brought him to the Academy, a Meister named Damian, until the time of the first day of school, and when he can get his own place. He was very grateful towards him, though of course he wouldn't admit it.

"Why didn't you wake me up you dick?!" Mac growled as he rushed into the living room/kitchen, adjusting his beanie hat to his liking. "Sorry, I'm not your Mommy. Wake up or don't, it's not my problem." Damian rather coldly stated as he sipped on a cup of coffee. Mac merely groaned in response as he searched the cupboards for a quick breakfast, which he found in the form of the very last hot fudge sundae poptart. Mac opened it up, and placed one of the pair in his mouth, and the other in his pocket as he grabbed his skateboard, and was out the door.

Mac pulled up his headphones, and blasted it's music in his ears as he hopped on his skateboard. Damian's apartment was on the second floor, and instead of climbing down the steps like a normal person he chose to grind down the guard rail of the staircase. Once on the ground he then began his trip to the academy. Along the way he would weave in, and out of traffic to merely piss people off for no reason. It didn't take too long until the academy was in sight.

Mac got off his skateboard, and picked it off the ground. He stared up at the impressive amount of stairs that lead to the doors of the academy. Mac let out a sigh before he looked back up at them with a face of pure determination. "Alright bring it you bastards!" Mac shouted as he rushed up the steps. It took him nearly four minutes before he was finally at the top of the mountain. Mac doubled over, and began breathing heavily. He was in no way out shape, but still, that was a ridiculous amount of stairs.

Mac causally strolled into the school, even though he was over five minutes late. If he was going to be late, then he was going to walk in like he owned the damn place. Mac came into his classroom, being the last one in, and walked in as if nothing was going on, business as usual.


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{"Up to our necks in complexes causing us to pause, as we collect our thoughts."}


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Misaki Yata

| C O L O R |
#FF6600


| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |
Future God-Emperor CutUp


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So begins...

Mac Solo's Story

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"Hello again. Iva."

Face to face with them same cracked reflection. A hour-hand and minute-hand. "I'm not pleased with your performance, you and your meister have collected a minuscule amount of souls. Don't you want to complete our life-long dream?". The same white background stained with bloody handprints. Iva inched closer to Avi. Iva was right. We will never become a death scythe without kishen eggs. "All in due time. Slowly but surely. Don't try to rush me when you aren't even in control." Iva stumbled back, clearly phased by this response. "Pardon me. Have a good day." Iva's mouth formed into a demented smile, before the dream faded.

Cold sweat. Avi was used to waking up drenched in it. Though this day, she had a feeling it would be a good one. She has battled her inner demons and reined victorious. Hopefully she didn't wake Mac up with her audible victory. In fact, Mr. Solo seemed to be fast asleep at the moment. Avi wasn't exactly the best cook, but she could at least create something edible. A rather bland american style meal with Eggs and Bacon. It tasted good, but nothing to ride home about. She set some aside for her partner before going to his bedside. After waiting for Mac to awake for a lengthy time, Avi finally gave up thanks to Mac being a deep sleeper. She got her bag and walked toward the academy. Hiking up the dreaded stair and inching her now-lifeless body to the job board.

It seeemed they were assigned Edgar A. Poe. an American writer, editor, and literary critic. He didn't seem to be a dangerous man, but the DWMA never steered her wrong. She sighted familiar faces. The feminine physique of Ms. Chalice, without her...What's a non-derogatory term? "Flamboyant" partner. The unusual duo of Qi and Sky. Though Avi only knew about these individuals because of her constant watching. Everyone else wasn't interesting enough, shuffling to their seats to avoid being tardy. As for some people, Cough Cough Mac. They didn't have a care in the world. Avi was a bit worried about Mac being late to class, but he was reliable as much as he is wild. Avi knew that Mac would get through the door, eventually.

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Character Portrait: Qi Character Portrait: Avivi Horogium Character Portrait: Mac Solo Character Portrait: Cinder Chalice Character Portrait: Lucas Jones Character Portrait: Skyler/ Skylar Blade

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β™« Ignition β™«
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Mac's eyes slowly opened as he woke up. He let out a loud yawn that sounded like the roar of some kind of animal, surprisingly deep since it comes from someone his stature. Mac ran his hand down his face, and looked at his watch. He was gonna be late, again. Well today's off to a good start already. Mac willed himself out of bed, and stretched out his limbs, with each one of his joints making popping, and cracking sounds. Mac quickly got dressed in his usual attire, and left his bedroom. He looked at the kitchen table, and saw that Avi had make him breakfast before she left.

Mac let out a sigh. He hoped that this batch of breakfast wasn't as horrible as her other attempts at cooking. Just thinking about the toxic dishes that he's eaten sends shivers down his spine. Mac quickly woofed down his breakfast, which wasn't too bad actually. What a relief. Once that was squared away he quickly grabbed his skateboard, and was off to school. It was a relatively short ride to the DWMA, Mac has learned all sorts of short cuts, and back alley ways to get to the academy. Yet he still manages to be late more times than not.

Once Mac reached the impressive stairs that led to the academy he quickly rushed up them. It took him about three minutes to make it up the mountain of stairs, a personal best for him. But the celebratory Rocky moment will have to wait, he was late enough as it was. Mac put his skateboard down on the ground, and hopped on it, skating his way to class. He didn't really care if he wasn't supposed to, he had to get to class quickly after all. He didn't want another lecture on the importance of attendance.

Once he reached the classroom he picked up his skateboard, and started to head inside. "Well ain't this a surprise. Little Mac running late for class, who would have guessed?" A foreign voice smirked at the skater. Mac rolled his eyes, and turned around. "Oh, it's you." Mac groaned.

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Lucas hummed to himself as he was finishing up getting ready for the day. His partner Cinder had already left, and he has spent the entire morning getting ready. He was just now finishing up his hair. He was parting it just the way he likes it, and making it appear as though he put in little effort with it, like he woke up like this. But of course he spends regularly a hour, and a half on his appearance. He has to look good for all the beautiful ladies after all.

Once he was ready, and fully dressed he started out the door, but stopped and pulled out his usual yellow bandanna that he wore from his jacket pocket. He looked down at it, and sighed as he held his right hand on his chest. He then tied his bandanna around his neck. It didn't take him too long to get to the academy, and once he was there he still got the strange looks from some of the older students, the ones that know about his history, and his former partner. Luckily they none of this has reached Cinder. Or at least he hoped not.

Lucas sighed, and placed his hands in his pockets, walking the halls like he owned the place all with a fake smug grin on his face. As he approached the classroom he saw Mac, oh how he enjoys annoying the short fuse pipsqueak. "Well ain't this a surprise. Little Mac running late for class, who would have guessed?" Lucas smirked to greet him. Mac rolled his eyes, and turned around. "Oh, it's you." Mac groaned. "To the Shelias ever lasting pleasure." He chuckled.

"And DON'T call me little! Ya one man Aussie boy-band! And you're late too asshole." Mac growled. This caused Lucas to merely chuckle once more. "There's difference mate, I'm fashionably late. The ladies love it." He smirked. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a Sheila all your own, girls do love a bad boy. But not as many as me of course." Lucas then brushed pass the skater, and flung open the door. "G'Day mates! I've returned to continue bombing all the lovely Sheilas ovaries with my good looks!" He announced himself. Mac rolled his eyes as he followed behind him.

Lucas then proceeded to take his seat next to his partner Cinder. "G'Day my darling. And how are you this fine morning? I know mine is looking up since I saw you!" Lucas greeted his partner. Mac then took him a seat next to his partner as well. "Sup." He greeted her. "The breakfast wasn't too bad this morning. Sorry I made you wait."

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The male named rivaille kohinita had already made his arival a day prior before the others, as he was in the death room looking through the mirror, which displayed each of the individuals that had made it's appearance, he had a plain expression, didn't seem much interested in the newbies of the DWMA, though he didn't feel like coming here was a waste of time. He wasn't the type of person who would underestimate someone in a heartbeat, but he did have his mind set to where only most of them had potentials, and others were the highlight of the year.


"Tch, this isn't much of an everyday thing, people who'll walk in, and out of one of the most powerful academy across the nation, and tend to claim that there the best, you need skill, and guts to be able to come here.....Well that's just me."


His eyes closed for a moment, as the mirror shut off, lord death had told him to go, and introduced himself to the other miesters, and weapons who made there appearance in the academy, rivialle turned his back, and nod as he excits the room.They had better hop to god that they won't become a bitter disappointment, rivialle had seem sort of a violent individual, who thinks of perfection is the key to have a better humanity, but what's the point of having a better humanity when humanity lacks fire power.


His eyes was yet still closed, as his green cloak was still worn over his head, walking through the large hallways of death weapon miester academy. Much suspicion occured, he sighed a little, and continued walking.

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Avi sighed as her pencil hit paper. Avi was one of the top students in the class and it was a abundance of hard work that got her there. Doing extra studying before class is one of her habits, especially since their teacher was particularly lazy. Stein, an interesting specimen from what she has gathered, is suffering from madness such as her. A skilled meister though but a comedian at heart, earning the respect of many students, including her.

It didn't take long for Mac to finally show up, accompanied by the lady-killer Lucas. Avi didn't particularly enjoy Lucus as a person. He was at least amusing to watch, but his attempts to hit on her have fallen deaf to her ears. As Mac greeted her, Avi smiled back and harbored a simple wave, responding with "Oh. Glad to hear that. Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" when Mac complimented her cooking. Beneath that bad boy and tough exterior, Mac was a kind person, it wouldn't surprise her that he forcefully gulped the meal down just to make her feel better about her inept cooking.

As Mac just woke up, it would be natural to assume he hasn't looked at the board. "If you haven't looked at the mission board yet, our mission today is the harvesting of the soul of Edgar A. Poe. Avi couldn't imagine a respected poet would be deemed a target, but orders were orders. Lord Death knew best after-all. Speaking of Death, Avi heard of his son enrolling into the academy. When Avi thought she would run out of interesting personas, a reaper's son came in to save the day. Hopefully he wasn't too aggressive, from what she has heard, he is a bit of a problem child, as Avi would at least like to get a bit closer to observe. After a brief time of waiting, Mr. Stein finally decided to stand up, straightening his papers using the desk. He finally opened his mouth to speak a few words of wisdom.

Looking at the time from a clock in the classroom, it seemed the class was about to start, even if the bell tolled 15 minutes ago.

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Goro strutted down the now empty halls of the DWMA. He would have preferred to do this when there were more people about to have their heads turn and whispers surround him about who he was, but his father had other plans. While everyone was scurrying off to class, Death had a little chat with his son about proper etiquette he should hold himself to while in the school, mostly meaning his temper. Only the talk went on for a while, as his father did tend to ramble and poor Hisashi was standing near the entrance waiting to rush out. Death always gave his poor weapon the "uneasy stomach", as Hisashi called it.

The last little thing that Death gave them was their schedule, starting with Soul Studies with a Dr. Stein. Goro had heard many stories about Dr. Stein, from his older brother "Kid", especially what happened to him over that whole Kishin business and how far into madness he had truly gotten. Goro had crumpled the piece of paper with his and Hisahsi's schedule in his back pocket. His weapon a couple of paces behind him, his arms in his pants and head bent unusually far down.

The two boys passed by a guy in a green cape. Goro didn't say anything, but passed the man quietly. Hisashi eyed the guy oddly before returning his gaze to the ground and continuing on their way.

They entered the class, just as two other boys were sitting down. Clearly we aren't the only ones late, Goro thought.

"Ah, yes, perfect timing Goro," an old man with scars on himself and clothing said from where he stood at the front of the class, "Class I'd like to introduce you to one of Lord Death's sons, this is Goro and his weapon Hisashi, they'll be joining us for classes. Now that introductions out of the way, let's begin our lesson."

Goro through a wink to one of the girl's in the front row making her blush slightly before picking a seat in the middle of the classroom.

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"G'Day mates! I've returned to continue bombing all the lovely Sheilas ovaries with my good looks!" a blonde boy said in the front of the class, Lucas, Qi vaguely remembered his name being.

"For fuck's sake," she groaned under her breath, her hand going to her pocket only for her to remember that the DWMA doesn't like their students smoking in the classroom. She learned that after getting in six detentions for it and she really didn't want to hold Skyler or Skylar back for it. Instead she started biting her lip. Another boy had entered late too, but he made less of a loud entrance than Lucas, Qi didn't really know his name, but she had seen him on his skateboard plenty of times.

Dr. Stein finally came in and was about to start class when two new boys walked in. Both had white hair, but yet they seemed completely different otherwise. One was very open, tall, and seemed at ease standing in front of the house and the other stood a little bit away from him, more closed off, and not making any eye contact at all.

"Ah, yes, perfect timing Goro," Dr. Stein said, "Class I'd like to introduce you to one of Lord Death's sons, this is Goro and his weapon Hisashi, they'll be joining us for classes. Now that introductions out of the way, let's begin our lesson."

The more arrogant one winked at some girl, Qi rolled her eyes, "Not another one, eh Skyler?" It was her attempt at some humor, it took some work on her part. She had never had to have a sense of humor in life before now, but apparently it was part of interacting with people in a friendly way. Yet another thing that Qi found herself working on.

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Four faces showed up at in class that Skyler saw. Two where the missing partner of his class mates and then two new student. "Class I'd like to introduce you to one of Lord Death's sons, this is Goro and his weapon Hisashi, they'll be joining us for classes. Now that introductions out of the way, let's begin our lesson." Skyler looked a little confused at the due for a time before he could hear Qi. "Not another one, eh Skyler?" Skyler broke into a smile as started to laugh loudly through class. Has he tried to calm his laughing fit Skyler realized that some other class mates and their teacher Stain were staring at him. He blushed lightly as he looked down at his desk. β€œU-Um sorry about that. I have no idea what came over me.” Skyler trys to cover up as he heard Skylar mock him in his head. β€˜Nice way to draw attention to us Skyler. Real nice.’ Skyler pouted as he looked toward Stain as he stood up.

β€˜β€If I may speak Stain, but When I was on my way her to class I injured my hand and I thought I could handle to at least to the end of class but my partner here kind of blackmail me right now. So If we can be excused to get my hand check at the nurses.” Skyler then looks at Qi knowing he lied about being black mail but that was the only thing he could think of that would help convince Stain to drag Qi with him. β€œLets go Qi!” As he kept looking at her he sent a message using there soul wave length. β€˜You can have a smoke on the way there. If you share or give me one.’ He sends as he then turns to head for the door. Skyler knows what smoking can do to a person that why he wanted Qi to stop but doesn’t want to force her cause it would just make it harder on her. So the only way he could think of is by making her give him a smoke when she takes one and hopefully stop not for her but for him. He shrugged not knowing if it would work or not.

As Skyler made his way to the door Skyler could hear laughing in his head. β€˜Good excuse to ditch class Skyler!’ Skyler sweat dropped on the back of his neck as he knew Skylar caught his other motive. He hates class! Especially when Stain is teaching since if it not a one on one learning with him he tends to like dissect different things and Skyler is not sure his stomach can handle that at a moment. As Skyler made his way past the new student Goro, he stopped to take a good look at him as he felt Skylar soul wave length start to rise. He could tell Skylar was itching to β€˜spar’ with him that stain to claim that he was the son of lord death and that means he should be really really strong. Skyler then continued to the door to stop to and turn to make sure Qi was falling him.

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Character Portrait: Qi Character Portrait: Avivi Horogium Character Portrait: Mac Solo Character Portrait: Goro Death Character Portrait: Cinder Chalice Character Portrait: Lucas Jones Character Portrait: Hisashi Character Portrait: Skyler/ Skylar Blade Character Portrait: Rivialle Kohinita

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Rivialle sense one, maybe two soul wavelengths near by, they were quite a pair, as his green hood that was over his head had covered his entire head comepletly not able to see from both sides, but the front if you're lucky enough to take a good glamps of the character, the two individuals, which were students come passing by from both sides, and went inside of what is known to be professor stein's class, the head of soul studies.


Rivialle heard noises from a classroom that the boys went in, a couple minutes before rivialle made his way in. Rivialle uncovered his image that he was hiding from his green hood towards the students that was in steins classroom. He had made little to know steps towards steins desk, and whispers something in his ear.


"Ah before we start, I would like to give you guys a recap of wants going to happen this evening, this hear young man will be our new edition to the school, more likely my assistant who just became a death scythe not to long ago"

As stein explains who this mysterious character known as rivialle kohinita one of the death scythe's from east asia, and originally from germany, he was leaning against the wall by the door, scanning the classroom.


"He was originally from germany, and one of our best death scythe's that we recruited this month, he'll also be helping out with some of you guys, but be warned he doesn't tolerated ignorant behavior" he says in a serious manner. "But do be good, and don't give him any problems, okay?' Stein says in a brightful way, he would then continue what he was doing, which was one of the basic things to start of class is disecting, one of his favorite things, and also has a meaning to why he is doing so.

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Character Portrait: Qi Character Portrait: Avivi Horogium Character Portrait: Mac Solo Character Portrait: Goro Death Character Portrait: Cinder Chalice Character Portrait: Lucas Jones Character Portrait: Skyler/ Skylar Blade Character Portrait: Rivialle Kohinita

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Mac chuckled slightly at Avi's question of him only saying that to make her feel better. "Whatever, believe what ya want." He stated, neither confirming or denying it. When she informed him of their mission for today he scratched his chin, and raised an eyebrow at it. He recognized the name. Poe was poet if he wasn't mistaken. But why would he be on Lord Death's hit list? "Dude's like a writer or poet right?" Mac asked to confirm it. "What? I read." He stated to explain how he'd know the guy.

"Weird that Death would have such a hard on to gank the guy." Mac stated as he pondered why. "Dude writes horror short stories right? And didn't he like marry his first cousin or something? Doesn't seem all that dangerous." He added. "Whatever. We got a job to do, so we might as well get it over with." He stated as he leaned back in his chair, and planted his feet up on the desk. "So where's the location? Guessing somewhere in the US?" He asked.

His attention was then brought to the arrival of two new students. Lord Death's son, and his partner. Mac took his feet off the table, and leaned forward in his chair, sizing the Shinigami up. He wasn't too impressed. Granite, he wasn't too impressed with Lord Death when he first laid eyes on the cartoonish grim reaper. So he shouldn't jump to conclusions. A slight grin crossed Mac's face as he thought about the power this guy, this Goro might have.

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"Oh! So naughty! I love it!" Lucas responded to Cinder's statement about his day being not the only thing looking up. He laughed when she told him work first, and fun later. "Sheila when I'm with you work is always fun!" He smirked followed by a suggestive eyebrow raise. Lucas did enjoy the little banter that they've developed between each other. Remained him somewhat of what he had with Aimi. Though Aimi was much more innocent, and soft spoken than Cinder. Half the time his advances went right over her head, while with Cinder she gets them at least, even though they get him nowhere with the ice queen.

When the new kids, Lord Death's son, and his partner was introduced he raised an eyebrow at this. He couldn't help but wonder if the only reason he was here was because he was Death's son. It did make him curious of what their combat ability was. And then winked at one of the girls in the class. Lucas growled slightly under his breath. How dare he try to horn in on his territory. His attention was then brought to the Death Scythe that joined them, Dr. Stein's teaching assistant or something along those lines.

But Cinder soon brought his attention to Goro or whatever his name was by Cinder. Of course she wanted to challenge this guy. Grant it he was more than willing to do so. He can't let some upstart muscle his way into his harem of beautiful ladies! He can have the scraps like all the other guys in the school. "Sounds good to me! This bloke is trying to muscle in on my harem of shelias!" Lucas responded.

"Yo Stitches! I wanna throw down the gauntlet with the Snow Flake here! See if he's got any right to be here other than Daddy running this place." Mac called out as he shot out of his seat, and slammed his hand on his desk. He did so without consoling his partner. Another impulsive decision of his. "Unless he's afraid to get his hands dirty." He smirked, just goating the young reaper into a fight.

"Looks like the angry midget beat us. Might have to have a blue with the bloke some other time." Lucas whispered over to his partner.

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If Avi didn't know any better, she would of underestimated someone of Mac's hoodlum appearance. Many people seem to classify each other as either extremely smart or extremely strong. With some people being exceptions, having a little bit of each. Mac wasn't an exception. He wasn't necessarily in the norm either. From what Avi has seen from him, he is extremely smart and extremely strong as well. So when Mac was defensive about explaining his reasoning behind knowing so much about their target, Avi could only smile. "I didn't say anything," she replied, clearly stifling her laughter.

Avi always liked the reaper. He seems like a god who always keeps his people's well-being as a priority. His goofy appearance aside, Avi respected the reaper. His son finally appeared in the classroom, Goro seemed to be what she would expect. An aura of entitlement and arrogance gleamed off of him like heat rays on a sidewalk. The only thing about the duo that caught her eye was Goro's partner. He was a complete contrast from Goro when it came to clothing. An over-sized T-shirt, a dis-functional sock that seemed to be an explosion of broken thread and stitches all over his limbs. Though interested in the young boy, she was disgusted just as much. She was more interested in well-groomed men such as Goro or maybe a man who stood out, but not in a derogatory fashion. "I'm a hopeless romantic. Avi thought, blushing and covering her face from the thought alone.

Avi was attentive as Stein introduced the new Death scythe. A man with a stern stare, Stein went on to explain his harsh disciplinary methods, but teachers were never a problem for Avi. She was a top student in the academy. Every teacher seemed to like her, strict or subtle.

Right when Avi got the idea to introduce herself to Goro as an attempt to make him feel welcome. Mac stood up and taunted the young reaper. A sigh escaped Avi's lips. Mac was intelligent, but more often than not, allows his emotions to get the better of him. It was normal and there really wasn't any way to deal with it other than going with it. It seemed with Mac's declaration of war, everyone's attention was directed towards them. "My apologies", Avi interjected, directing it towards Goro and his partner. With a slight bow of her head, she transformed into weapon form, appearing impaled into the desk centimeters away from her partner.