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    Dark Weapon Application

    _______________________________________________

    Name: Priest
    Alias/Nickname(s): The Bloody Fang

    Age: 22
    Gender: Male
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
    Ethnic Group: Caucasian
    _______________________________________________
    Rank: Death Scythe
    Level: 3
    Job/Occupation: None
    Birthday: Feb. 14
    Birthplace: Shibusen
    _______________________________________________
    Picture:
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    Written Appearance: The cloth that adorns priest's eyes are made of a special material that allows him to see out clearly,but allows no one to see in. The clothes he wears are also slim fitting without them being too loose or tight. His jacket however is a bit loose around the sleeves drooping a bit. This allows him to conceal weapons and other materials up his sleeves. For the comfort of walking Priest sports nike sneakers similar to these.
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    Weapon Picture:
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    Weapon Written Appearance: When priest transforms into his weapon form a black cloak surrounds him. A reddish tinge surrounds the edge of the spiraling pillar of dark swirling soul energy. His real body as this happens compresses into a black ball that splits into two. The two balls (hehe no dirty pun intended) will then reform into the guns with swirling red patterns on them.

    Height: 6'1''
    Weight: 215 lbs
    _______________________________________________
    Personality: Priest can be seen as the guy who acts before thinking as he allows his
    fists to talk for him usually being brash. This was one of the reasons
    he killed his owner and gaining independence for himself when he came
    out his own being. Priest does not like to be used for anyone's personal
    gain and if so then he craves revenge against the person. Priest can
    also be sadistic and a smartass at times often terrorizing those around
    him to call him crazy and keep their distance. He has his times when he
    is calm and subtle as well as kind but those times are very rare and
    don't usually last long at at all. The guy basically cares very little
    about other people he doesn't know and will try to form a wall between
    them upon first meeting the person if he doesn't want to be connected
    to the person. The reason being Priest had trusted his owner who
    experimented on him therefore his reason for not liking meisters and
    not trusting people easily. Being suspicious of people's motives Priest
    usually tends not to talk much of interact with said person or people
    but this doesn't stop him from being battle hungry or a smartass.
    Primal Fear: The fear that keeps Priest going towards the path of the kishin is somewhat his insanity. The simple lust for more power draws him to pure souls. The idea of gaining power through a way that allows for genocide and bloodshed excite him. The thing that he fears is that the day will come when his heart is converted towards the path of good. Preist believes that by hardening his heart through this path of darkness he will obliterate all emotions turning into the ultimate killing entity.

    Likes: Killing, eating, and alcohol.
    Dislikes: The weak, meisters, good, rules, uppity people, and pandas.
    Hobbies: Sports
    Talents: Espionage

    Favorite Food: Fried chicken
    Favorite Music: Rap, R&B, and Rock.
    Forte In Sports: Basketball
    _______________________________________________
    History:


    Priest was laying as usual in the grass that rose up to high
    enough to cover his knees if he were standing up completely blocking his body
    from view while staring into the sky. It was boring as usual ever since his
    owner had made him submit to him thus gaining his deathscythe status. The man
    felt as though his owner wasn't doing the right thing even though he felt he
    didn't care something bothered him. Sighing to himself Priest sat up spitting
    to his right before pulling himself to his feet while dusting himself off. Staring
    ahead with his hazel honey colored eyes the guy figured it was time for a talk
    with his owner. The male didn't want to do it but he figured he had to so he
    could ease this cloud of doubt that welled within him. Laughing to himself
    slightly the demon weapon thought he was getting soft but he didn't care he had
    a job to do. The breeze that played through his hair felt oh so good to his
    skin while he contemplated how the encounter would play out. The breeze caused
    the sea of grass to move like a sea that had come alive a truly beautiful sight
    and with the clear sky ahead Priest just felt too lazy to do anything.





    Priest focused on the task at hand,then he took off
    sprinting at a speed unknown to most others as if he were a blur. A while later
    he arrived in the room of his partner who he noticed was staring at the
    ceiling. Funny it seemed because Priest had been doing the exact same thing
    just moments before. The moonlight filtered through the barred windows of his
    room which illuminating the dust in the air. The room smelled musty and was
    unkempt as if it had not been cleaned for days. The demon weapon wrinkled his
    nose in disgust now reverting more back to his true self that he displayed most
    of the time. Priest walked over from his position in the doorway over to the
    bed. "You look like the sorriest sack oh shit I've seen in quite a while
    buddy." The meister turned his expressionless face towards his partner
    before lifting himself off the ground sitting straight up. "Well its nice
    of you to pop by once in a while Priest." the man said sarcastically. Priest
    eyed him coldly and for the first time just wanted to punch his face in but with
    great self control counted to three and breathed slowly before speaking again
    in a shouting tone. "What have you done with your life you piece of shit?!
    I have seen you come back tired and jerky as if you were hiding something! I
    want you to tell me what the fuck you have been doing and don't fucking lie to
    me!" The meister smiled to him but the smile wasn't warm as if his body
    wasn't agreeing with the message his mouth was trying to send. "Oh Priest
    you naive child its what I have done that is amazing."





    Priest noticed the dangerous excitement that played into the
    man's eyes as if there was something way bigger he wanted to tell but could
    not. It was pissing him off as he lunged at his partner forcing him to the
    ground and placing his forearm to the meister's throat. "What the hell are
    you talking about you sorry piece of shit?!" The meister seemed as if he
    wasn't fazed his azure blue eyes looking straight into Priest's own eyes still
    smiling the excitement in his eyes more noticeable. "In due time Priest
    you will know and it will all become clear in due time my boy." Priest
    gave up on self control and brought his other arm in a punch to the meister's
    face knocking it to the side and splashing droplets of blood onto the wooden
    floor. The meister brought his head back facing the zan spirit not at all fazed
    as if nothing had happened but he smiled still which continued to piss off Priest
    but he lifted himself off the meister. Priest disappeared slowly into the night
    only casting one last pitying glance to his owner behind him who stared as
    before at the ceiling. Four weeks later Priest felt himself being carried off
    somewhere and he knew he was strapped to his partner sighing to himself hating
    what his owner had become. Before the two use to be so close but after the
    suspicious activity of his owner started the demon weapon felt as though the
    two had drifted apart. A while after the motion stop and he was placed into a
    glass chamber that housed a suspiciously black colored liquid in it. Priest was
    highly curious as to why his owner had stopped and tried to materialize out of
    his weapon form. The process wasn't working as he thought it would which
    agitated him even more and tried repeatedly but the results were all a failure.
    The meister was moving all about the hidden lab deep in the forest around Shibusen
    which he had used for private experiments and was using his own partner for one
    at the moment. The lab was highly equipped with gizmos and gadgets that looked
    very complex and beeped occasionally. The steel floor was polished giving off a
    dull reflection as the fluorescent lights shined onto it from high up. The meister
    was smiling to himself obviously pleased with the current breakthrough he had
    but hoped the process would work to his expectations.





    Brightly colored buttons were displayed on the panel he
    typed on wheeling back over to the main screen which was as large as the one
    used in movie theaters. As soon as he was finally satisfied his calculations
    were correct he wheeled back over to the panel. His finger was hovering over
    the initiate button that would start the process to that could make history.
    The process was to melt down demon weapons and merge them with the black blood
    he acquired during a raid on a witch HQ. This would make sure they would never
    have to go back to being just plain weapons but weapons with higher combat
    capabilities. Praying quickly that the process would work he pressed the button
    and the liquid that was in the glass chamber Priest was placed in glowed.
    Different colors were shifted through as the machine hummed loudly but settled
    onto a bright cyan color that glowed very brightly. Priest was still in his
    inner world cursing his partner to death and at the point wanted to kill him
    for the scumbag he was. Although oblivious to what was going on outside he knew
    something was wrong immediately as he could materialize out. The meister had an
    ulterior motive in mind as small beads of sweat rolled down his forehead but he
    impatiently wiped them away with his sleeve. The experiment was illegal of
    course but if the results proved successful it would not matter. Priest started
    to feel strange as if he was a million miles away from his body while his inner
    world was fading away from sight. The demonwas being forcibly brought out into
    the real world materializing from the black blood that coursed through his
    veins. Gazing about the chamber he was placed in the spirit was holding his
    breathe noticing he himself was holding onto his weapon form. Gazing through
    the liquid Priest could only make out a blurry form that stood in front of him
    looking at the chamber it seemed. Moments later the machine stopped humming and
    a steam rose from the chamber as the fluid in the chamber turned red signaling
    the process was complete. The meister was nervous with anticipation as he was
    not moving for a quite a while but soon stood up. Pressing his hand to a purple
    button on the far left of the pad the fluid was rushed out of the chamber
    though vents on the bottom. Priest who was suspended in the liquid holding on fell
    to the ground onto his knees gasping for breath gulping down great lungfuls of
    cool stale air. Looking up his gaze was level with his partner who gazed back
    down smiling from ear to ear at the demon weapon. Priest was naked which was a
    surprise to him since when he came from his weapon form he always had clothes
    on. Managing to get his bearings and getting the strength to talk he asked in a
    harsh, tired, and strained voice "What have you done?"








    "I have brought you to over to the real world my loyal partner.
    You are the first of many demon weapons, I will liberate and use for my
    bidding. With my loyal army I shall be the true ruler of Death City!" the meister
    said maniacally. There was a true evil gleam in his eye the same dangerous
    excitement from when he had pinned him to the ground. But this time he seemed
    very well off his rocker thinking he could take down the town from
    Shinigami-sama. Priest was beyond pissed and with every fiber of his being he
    was going to kill the meister before him. "You crazy ass piece of shit I'm
    gonna kill you!" Priest had gained more strength into his voice as he
    stood up brandishing his guns. The meister smiled at him as if it was all a
    joke a smile Priest really wanted to wipe off his face. "You cannot kill
    me my boy for if you do what will happen to you?" Priest in his moment of
    rage actually hesitated thinking the situation over with great clarity until it
    finally dawned on him. That was the mistake as soon as he had dropped his guard
    the meister lunged at him grabbing him by his throat and free hand flipping the
    now tangible man. Priest hit the steel floor hard knocking his head on it but
    it was nothing he couldn't handle but something was wrong this time or rather
    different. When Priest hit the floor he felt as if the impact was softened
    somewhat and felt almost nothing. While looking through a squinted eye, while
    the meister brought his shoe crashing into the male's chest causing a woosh of
    air to leave his body and he gasped out blood also. The blood came out black
    much to his surprise as it hovered in the air before sharpening into needles
    coming at the meister. Priest lay
    motionless for a second as if unconscious but he was just feigning it. It was
    enough to fool the meister that dodged away talking about how close he had been
    to killing his own partner.


    Priest rose up quickly taking off with a running head start.
    The meister turned around quickly surprised which was the chance he had
    capitalized on thrusting the gun in his right hand into the meister’s throat.
    The demon weapon pulled the trigger sending a bullet of dark soul wavelength
    aimed right for the throat and with great accuracy pierced right through the
    center. The now dead meister gurgled one last time before blood flowed from the
    wound and his mouth. The weapon stood there for a bit watching the meister fall
    dead his crimson blood spilling over the steel floor in a pool around it. Priest
    breathing calmly now cast a cold glance at the body before grabbing a spare
    change of clothes from a room he found in the lab. Deciding to hide the body he
    went over and grabbed the now dead man by the wrist but to his surprise the
    body evaporated and now in its place was a blue soul. Priest figured the soul
    would be red since his partner was evil but maybe that was not the case. The
    soul hypnotized the weapon until he could not take it anymore and ate the soul.
    From then on a dark explosion surrounded him with his soul manifesting around
    him a large dome shaped structure. The dome was white but it was turning black
    with red streaks across like slash marks. Priest gripped his head as the change
    occurred from demon weapon to dark weapon. It was over within a few moments but
    it seemed priest was no longer the same person he was before. A cold smile ran
    over his face similar to the one his partner had. Taking one last glance at the
    lab he flipped a switch that activated some sort of self destruct sequence and
    disappeared with a very fast sprint. Gaining more than enough ground he stopped
    before looking back while an explosion echoed through the woods. Now thinking
    to himself of what his life would become Priest was his own person and his life
    was going to be one hell of a roller coaster he thought as he walked on not
    looking back.


    Fighting Style: Jeet Kune Do is not an organized institution that one can be a member
    of. Either you understand or you don't, and that is that. There is no
    mystery about my style. My movements are simple, direct and
    non-classical. The extraordinary part of it lies in its simplicity.
    Every movement in Jeet Kune-Do is being so of itself. There is nothing
    artificial about it. I always believe that the easy way is the right
    way. Jeet Kune-Do is simply the direct expression of one's feelings
    with the minimum of movements and energy. The closer to the true way of
    Kung Fu, the less wastage of expression there is. Finally, a Jeet Kune
    Do man who says Jeet Kune Do is exclusively Jeet Kune Do is simply not
    with it. He is still hung up on his self-closing resistance, in this
    case anchored down to reactionary pattern, and naturally is still bound
    by another modified pattern and can move within its limits.
    _______________________________________________
    Roleplay Sample:


    It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to come alive as the
    pale moonlight shined down upon the town. The sky seem to open up revealing a
    dark void of shadows. The shadows hissed and laughed, but he didn't move his
    lips. The dark coating cast by the absence of light, pulled away from his body
    in casing him in a black suit. The air swirled upward, bringing the rotten
    smell of dead corpses with it. His raven hair was slicked downward giving him a
    somewhat emo-fringe. Stuck in each ear was a pair of white headphone buds. The
    music, to anyone else was nonexistent but to him they were extremely loud


    His upper body was built athletically and wore a
    black-purple long sleeved button-up shirt with crimson cufflings and black
    buttons, rolled up to his elbows, and half tucked in his pants. Black baggy
    cargo pants that, to some extend, hung low on his body creating a urban metal
    appearance completed his wardrobe. Shortly thereafter, his clothes began to
    gently flow with the faint wind that was now circulating very slowly, making
    his hair move with it. He brushed back his black hair revealing his face
    completely. The clouds passed and his face lit up in the moonlight, casting an
    eerie expression followed by a nonchalant smile. A soft sound fell on death's
    ears as his mouth inched open to speak. Along with this process, his vocal box
    vibrated as a quiet but deep sound escaped through his lips. "This seems
    like a perfect night for massacre music. Shame on us, doomed from the start.
    May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts."








    The clouds slowly past in front of the luminescent moon and
    his eyes glowed even more, the wind howling loudly in his ears opening the
    bottom of his shirt. Searching the streets below, the dark weapon found a young
    female walking alone. He smirked slightly and threw himself toward her
    descending rapidly through the air. Opening his mouth widely hanging his tongue
    out, it flapped wildly in the passing wind that followed his descent. He
    preformed a front flip and landed on his feet gently not making a sound,
    bending his legs as he made impact to soften the fall. Sliding his hands inside
    his pockets was the only sound he made and from the brushing noise the female
    was aware of his presence. This action startled her and she turned abruptly
    toward him. His posture was straight and a shadow laid in place on his face.
    The expression was of no feeling or meaning to it. From the shroud of the
    shadows he inspected her.





    "Um can you help me? I seem to have lost my way I'm
    suppose to be waiting for my mom..." The young female said hesitantly
    constantly looking around. Priest hummed softly and replied in the girl's
    voice, "How much of human life is lost in waiting?"


    "Huh? What did you say?" She said timidly, while
    shivering in the night's breeze, holding her body tightly. The air swirled
    around her as he stepped a little closer, the shadows hugged his face. She
    didn't quite catch the fact that this man was mimicking her voice. Priest spoke
    once more in his cloned tone, "In this world of change, nothing which
    comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost..."





    The young female was about to reply when Priest lifted his
    head slowly. She began to scrunch up her face to scream but before she could he
    had already made his move and sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, moving in
    close at an unpredictable and silent speed in which she did not react to in
    time, the man cut her off mid scream. He feasted on her quietly ravaging every
    scrap left. The scenes fades to black and Priest opens his eyes, he laid in his
    quarters quietly, music was softly playing in his headphones. The dark weapon
    was only dreaming, he smirked and turned over to change the song on his audio
    device, before dosing back off to sleep.




    It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to come alive as the
    pale moonlight shined down upon the town. The sky seem to open up revealing a
    dark void of shadows. The shadows hissed and laughed, but he didn't move his
    lips. The dark coating cast by the absence of light, pulled away from his body
    in casing him in a black suit. The air swirled upward, bringing the rotten
    smell of dead corpses with it. His raven hair was slicked downward giving him a
    somewhat emo-fringe. Stuck in each ear was a pair of white headphone buds. The
    music, to anyone else was nonexistent but to him they were extremely loud


    His upper body was built athletically and wore a
    black-purple long sleeved button-up shirt with crimson cufflings and black
    buttons, rolled up to his elbows, and half tucked in his pants. Black baggy
    cargo pants that, to some extend, hung low on his body creating a urban metal
    appearance completed his wardrobe. Shortly thereafter, his clothes began to
    gently flow with the faint wind that was now circulating very slowly, making
    his hair move with it. He brushed back his black hair revealing his face
    completely. The clouds passed and his face lit up in the moonlight, casting an
    eerie expression followed by a nonchalant smile. A soft sound fell on death's
    ears as his mouth inched open to speak. Along with this process, his vocal box
    vibrated as a quiet but deep sound escaped through his lips. "This seems
    like a perfect night for massacre music. Shame on us, doomed from the start.
    May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts."








    The clouds slowly past in front of the luminescent moon and
    his eyes glowed even more, the wind howling loudly in his ears opening the
    bottom of his shirt. Searching the streets below, the dark weapon found a young
    female walking alone. He smirked slightly and threw himself toward her
    descending rapidly through the air. Opening his mouth widely hanging his tongue
    out, it flapped wildly in the passing wind that followed his descent. He
    preformed a front flip and landed on his feet gently not making a sound,
    bending his legs as he made impact to soften the fall. Sliding his hands inside
    his pockets was the only sound he made and from the brushing noise the female
    was aware of his presence. This action startled her and she turned abruptly
    toward him. His posture was straight and a shadow laid in place on his face.
    The expression was of no feeling or meaning to it. From the shroud of the
    shadows he inspected her.





    "Um can you help me? I seem to have lost my way I'm
    suppose to be waiting for my mom..." The young female said hesitantly
    constantly looking around. Priest hummed softly and replied in the girl's
    voice, "How much of human life is lost in waiting?"


    "Huh? What did you say?" She said timidly, while
    shivering in the night's breeze, holding her body tightly. The air swirled
    around her as he stepped a little closer, the shadows hugged his face. She
    didn't quite catch the fact that this man was mimicking her voice. Priest spoke
    once more in his cloned tone, "In this world of change, nothing which
    comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost..."





    The young female was about to reply when Priest lifted his
    head slowly. She began to scrunch up her face to scream but before she could he
    had already made his move and sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, moving in
    close at an unpredictable and silent speed in which she did not react to in
    time, the man cut her off mid scream. He feasted on her quietly ravaging every
    scrap left. The scenes fades to black and Priest opens his eyes, he laid in his
    quarters quietly, music was softly playing in his headphones. The dark weapon
    was only dreaming, he smirked and turned over to change the song on his audio
    device, before dosing back off to sleep.
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