Welllp, back when I was younger --- not too much younger, of course, just like twelve or somethin' --- me and my older brother were fooling around and doing a little research on our family. We found out that, hey, I come from a long line of Weapons! Which're people that can turn into, you know, Weapons.
It was a pretty cool deal if you ask me, so I packed up and left. Went and moved across the country, to Death City, Nevada. Stupid lookin' little town at first; out in the middle of the desert, no cities around for miles, and the weirdest architecture. The room of my apartment juts out like five feet from the building. Tch. But it's grown on me.
[He pauses to sip at his cocoa in thought, then continues.]
Well, I moved there, because of their world famous academy --- the Death Weapon/Meister Academy, or DWMA, ran by Lord Death himself. He's basically the grim reaper -- a god of death, you know? Single handedly locked up the baddest demon our world's ever known. He runs it in hopes that someone in his school'll collect enough demon souls --- or Kishin eggs, as I know'em --- and a Witch soul to become a Death Scythe; one of his personal Weapons.
So we learn how to be good Weapons for our Meister, Meisters leearn how to be good for their Weapons, and in return, we travel about the world collecting Kishin eggs and Witch souls.
[He pauses again, only because he's wondering if he should go on. But he does!]
Well, we were for a while. Until some big bad Witch reared her head in Italy. She was something else --- totally strong, and completely ruthless. Sly like a goddamn snake. We couldn't kill her, of course. And I ended up getting nearly killed protecting Maka from one of her cronies.
[Baps his chest a bit.]
Got a scar to show from it, too. And yet Maka insists on being that guy's friend. Feh. Whatever -- if there's anyone that can make a guy a good guy, it's her. Just look at me.
Gather 'round kids, let ol' Soul spin you a tale a --- wall of text apparently
Welllp, back when I was younger --- not too much younger, of course, just like twelve or somethin' --- me and my older brother were fooling around and doing a little research on our family. We found out that, hey, I come from a long line of Weapons! Which're people that can turn into, you know, Weapons.
It was a pretty cool deal if you ask me, so I packed up and left. Went and moved across the country, to Death City, Nevada. Stupid lookin' little town at first; out in the middle of the desert, no cities around for miles, and the weirdest architecture. The room of my apartment juts out like five feet from the building. Tch. But it's grown on me.
[He pauses to sip at his cocoa in thought, then continues.]
Well, I moved there, because of their world famous academy --- the Death Weapon/Meister Academy, or DWMA, ran by Lord Death himself. He's basically the grim reaper -- a god of death, you know? Single handedly locked up the baddest demon our world's ever known. He runs it in hopes that someone in his school'll collect enough demon souls --- or Kishin eggs, as I know'em --- and a Witch soul to become a Death Scythe; one of his personal Weapons.
So we learn how to be good Weapons for our Meister, Meisters leearn how to be good for their Weapons, and in return, we travel about the world collecting Kishin eggs and Witch souls.
[He pauses again, only because he's wondering if he should go on. But he does!]
Well, we were for a while. Until some big bad Witch reared her head in Italy. She was something else --- totally strong, and completely ruthless. Sly like a goddamn snake.
We couldn't kill her, of course. And I ended up getting nearly killed protecting Maka from one of her cronies.
[Baps his chest a bit.]
Got a scar to show from it, too. And yet Maka insists on being that guy's friend. Feh.
Whatever -- if there's anyone that can make a guy a good guy, it's her. Just look at me.