Krystal sits off to the side of the room, watching as this little “event” plays out. ‘Interesting,’ she thinks. Krystal herself did not go to the meet and greet, not bothered too much that she doesn’t have a partner. But the fact that she can’t go on missions did depress her slightly. “I should find someone quickly,” she mumbles to… Read more

*signs with a drop of blood and a signature*

Name: Krystal

Race: Weapon (scythe)

Age: 16

Description: She stands at about 5’4″ and has fair skin. Her eyes are a bright, vibrant scarlet whereas her hair is smooth and black and goes down to the center of her back. Her bangs fall over her eyes slightly, so she often brushes them away, thinking it’s too much of a hassle to cut them.… Read more

*signs john hancock style* (i might need a ltl hlp creating char.)

 

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He returned to not looking at her. demion kept his hand on his shoulder and whispered to himself, “Damn that hurt.” He then sighed and watched the clock, soon class would start.

-Ram smiled and went back to her seat. She liked this fear he showed. She was very excited but she sat back down. She started rocking in her seat, muttering to herself about how she wanted to murder him but she calmed down. She let her forehead fall to the desk with a thud and she closed her eyes. She just listened to the surroundings.-

Demion felt her grip his shoulder and he ripped his shoulder away. He saw blood drip off his shoulder from her nails and said, “What the hell?! Are you crazy?!” he placed his hand on his shoulder and put a light pressure on his shoulder even though he wasn’t bleeding too bad.

-Ram stayed hidden as her urges begged her to move for the kill. She stood herself back up and moved over to him, slowly putting her hand on his shoulder if he didn’t move. She’d grip it harder slowly if she could make the initial contact, she wanted to kill him. She hid her smile and tried to keep her motive hidden from her eyes but they… Read more

demion saw her odd actions of giving an answer then hiding herself. He took it as her not wanting to talk anymore. He shrugged and faced forward in the seat and just watched the clock. He couldn’t wait to find out who was teaching.

-Ram faked a smile to the male. She shook her head to the statement of making friends. Then he spoke of a meet and greet. She had to make an excuse other than she was scared to go. She blurted out, “I was sick.” She then sunk down into her seat, she wanted to hide. She wanted to escape. She felt sick, she was afraid, she was excited. She ended… Read more

Demion noted her shyness and offered a more settling smile. he placed the needle back into the coat and spoke to the first statement, “You should make friends.” The question shocked him and he turned to look at her, “You mean you didn’t go to the meet and greet? You should have found someone to resonate with there.” He had a hint of concern in… Read more

-Ram looked at him and saw the needle. That was new. She shivered a bit in fear and delight in her fear. She got a tingling thrill off of it. She looked him over and said, “I… don’t know about that. My mother said I shouldn’t even be here, let alone play with other kids. That’s why she gave me a brother. We play all the time.” She knew good… Read more

Demion tilted his head to the side as she said she didn’t understand. he smirked as he took a needle from his father’s coat then used it to clean out under his finger nails. He spoke as calmly as possible, “like, come over to my room. We can play games and I am sure my father wouldn’t mind you as company, seeing as you are a student and… Read more

-Ram blushed the slightest bit as she was spoken to. She wanted to hide but there was no where to do so. She instead looked at him with a softer look. Her chest expanded as she took in a breath and said, “I… um… I don’t know what you mean.” She didn’t know what this slang was. It scared her, it was new, but she enjoyed it. She wanted to… Read more

Demion felt heavy breathing on his neck and turned, only to see the girl flee. He smiled a bit despite this horrid glare he was getting from her. he spoke calmly to her, “if you want to hang, it’s alright. I don’t bite.” He tried to be as appealing as possible, not wanting to scare off the apparently skittish girl.

-Ram gazed at the boy in the front. Her eyes pierced through him as he was new to her. She had a slight mental flash, her brother’s face. He would have probably been here too if she hadn’t done what she had done. She glared at him and breathed heavily and before she knew it, she was standing next to him and nearly breathing down his neck.… Read more

Demion looked at the odd girl and watched as she moved across the back of the classroom. that was highly unusual. He didn’t move as it seemed she didn’t want to interact. he knew there would be some time before the teacher came in, but he didn’t exactly want to converse himself. He took a deep breath instead.

-Ram walked briskly from her home and went to the Shibusen. It was going to be her first day of training and she was nervous. Her hair was caked with heavy layers of dirt so it didn’t flow very well when she walked. She made her way to the classroom, noting that there was a boy there already in the front. She took a deep breath and adjusted… Read more

Name: Ram
Race: Kishin / Meister
Age: 13
Description: She has long black hair that reaches her butt despite being caked in dirt and blood. She wears tattered clothing, afraid that new ones will cause her to catch something foul. She also wears no shoes, liking the feel of dirt beneath her feet.
Partner: N/A
History: She was born in a… Read more

Demion walked from his home in death city and made his way to the shibusen. He made his way to the classroom, sitting right up front and crossing his legs on his desk. he had stolen his fathers coat again and had stuck sewing needles all through it just to piss him off. He didn’t know yet if his dad would teach this class or if he was stuck… Read more

Name: Demion Stein
Race: Meister
Age: 17
Description: Born with naturally white hair. He stands about 5’8″. he has a fascination with needles. And he tends to steal his father’s lab coat. He is stealthy but not a great meister, yet.
Partner: N/A
History: He was born. His father took him to be raised as a meister against his mother’s wishes.… Read more

Signed! Thanks for starting this!

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-Signs the rules in blood.- ((May I be a Kishin?))

=+signed=+

If you don’t like adult rps, go away. content ranges from g to R so shoo!

You can be parts of things like you can be a witch and a meister, a meister and a weapon, ect.

Everyone starts small so pick a young character to grow on. the R stuff will be mostly gore until characters are adult.

The npcs will be played by people who are mods… Read more

These are the NPC teachers of the Shibusen:

Maka and Soul

Fraken Stein