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    {OOC: Hey look I'm making a cool thing like everyone else that's totes OOC and telling you not to copy my s**t.
    Nah, jk. Sup. 8D! I did make this profile by myself <3 It took me like four hours. /tear. If you would like a profile I /can/ make you one, just ask. I charge a bit but it's because they take me awhile and I make sure to do my best for every single one.

    I /like/ when people comment me, message me, anything~ I think it's super awesome to meet new people. heart I don't bite. 8D! I also will RP with you, I just lag in RP replies a /lot/. So I'm very sorry if it takes me longer to reply than usual.
    Also, I hope you have a nice day~}


    The large black clad death god looks down at his son, Death The Kid, his mask features turning into an eyebrow raised state, "K-Kiddo-kun, am I doing this right?" The boy sighs in exasperation and clears his throat, standing behind his father he puts a hand on his slender hip, "Just speak to them, Honorable Father! I'm sure whatever you say will be fine. Introduce yourself and make sure your profile is completely symmetrical!"

    A slight puff of a sigh escapes from the hole resembling his mouth in his white mask as he looks down at his symmetry obsessed son. He puts a large foam like hand to his mask, coughs and tilts to the side, closing an eye and forming a peace sign, "Welcome to my pro-- Oooh, Kiddo-kun~?" He looks down again as the boy stands looking up at his father, foot tapping impatiently a disgusted look on his face. He scolds him with a heated whisper, "Either use both hands, or use none! You can't use just one, Father!" The death god sighs again and puts both hands behind his back.

    "Howdy! I'm Shinigami-sama. I am a Death God and I am the headmaster of Shibusen~ My son is.. as you've seen, Death the Kid. My current death scythe is Spirit Albarn." He stares blankly for a moment before turning to his son. "Kiddo-kun, where is Spirit, by the way?" The younger god bows his head in frustration, letting out a grumble of slight irritation, "Chichiue, please. Stay. On. Track!" Scolded the death god lets out another sigh and turns back, muttering at first, "Fine, fine.. I reside in a room in the school Shibusen called the Death Room. I help students to become better Meisters and Weapons. To speak to me people write on a mirror the numbers "42-42-564" or "Shini shini goroshi" which literally means death-death-murder (死に死に殺し) in Japanese! I hope you decide to stop by and stay for awhile to chat, or we could have some tea! Leave a comment, send a private message or just add me as a friend. Have a great day~!" The death god winks again, seemingly forgetting the scold from his son and puts up a hand with his peace sign again. Kid groans in disgust and throws his hands up, "Honorable Father! AGAIN?!!?!?!?"

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    Every ✗ is a Meister.
    Every ✛ is a Weapon


    ☠ℱamily
    ☠ » Death the Kid


    ☠ىhibusen ىtudents

    ✗» Maka Albarn ✛» Soul [Eater] Evans
    ✗» Death the Kid ✛» Elizabeth [Liz] Thompson ✛» Patricia [Patti] Thompson
    ✮» Black*Star ✛» Tsubaki Nakatsukasa & » Nakatsukasa Tsubaki
    ✗» Kim Diehl ✛Jacqueline O. Lantern Dupré
    ✗» Ox Ford ✛Harvar D. Éclair
    ✗Kilik Lung ✛Pot of Thunder ✛Pot of Fire
    ✗Hiro


    ☠ىhibusen ىtaff

    ✗ Sid Barret ✗» Dr. Franken Stein ✛Mira Nygus ✛» Marie Mjolnir


    ☠ℳeisters & ∂eath ىcythes

    ℵorth Åmerica:
    ✗» Shinigami-sama ✗Kami Albarn [Past & Ex-wife]✗» Dr. Franken Stein [Past & Occasional] ✛» Spirit Albarn
    ωestern ℰurope:
    ✛Justin Law
    ʘceania:
    ✗» Dr. Franken Stein [Temporary] ✛» Marie Mjolnir
    ℰast Åsia:
    ✗» Shinigami-sama [Temporary] ✗Sid Barett [Temporary] ✛Yumi Azusa
    ىouthωest Åsia:
    ☒ Unavailable
    ىouth Åmerica:
    ✗» Enrique ✛» Tezca Tlipoca
    ℰastern ℰurope:
    ✗Feodor ✛Tsar Pushka
    Åfrica:
    ☒ Unavailable


    ☠ℳagic Աsers

    ↬Risa & Arisa ↬Angela Leon ↬Samantha ↬» Mabaa ↬Eruka Frog ↬Mizune ↬Arachne ↬Medusa Gorgon ↬ » Blair ↬Zwan ↬Free


    ☠Noah's ℊroup
    ⇏Noah ⇏» Gopher ⇏Giriko ⇏Justin Law ⇏The Clown


    ☠Årachnephobia
    ☸Arachne ☸» Moquito ☸Giriko


    ☠ℳedusa's ℊroup
    ≋Medusa Gorgon ≋» Crona ≋Ragnarok ≋Free ≋Eruka Frog


    ☠Åsura
    ☩Asura

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Spiky Marshmallow

Report | 10/24/2011 10:19 pm

Spiky Marshmallow

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Pram the Genius Overlord

Report | 01/10/2011 2:04 pm

Pram the Genius Overlord

"Well I was taught at a very early age so I could be a strong overlord someday. My dad did try and keep me at a level he could control so that he wouldn't be overpowered but I surprised him. I learned all I could and then defeated him. Not that I killed him but I turned his netherworld against him and took over. So yeah a netherworld is like a kingdom now that you mention it." Pram spoke as she thought about it and then slowly remembered King Drake. An annoying ex overlord who bothers her ally Zetta to no end... and anybody else nearby which included her. As Shinigami spoke, she started to slowly understand it. "So in other words when these weapons are in weapon form, they are like regular weapons and thus cannot fight on their own." Pram stared at the goofy skull masked reaper. It then dawned on her she used magic so she wasn't sure if she fit the term of witch. After all, she did consider herself an oracle. "So you hunt down corrupt souls and have them devoured so that weapons have the hope of being your personal weapon. "Well for those to do things solo must be a very good accomplishment for the weapons. To have worked so hard and then become a stronger weapon after and be used by the grim reaper himself." Pram paused and started to wonder if she could do something like then when and if she returns to her netherworld. To create shapeshifters into weapons and have demons that weild them. However, Demons are extremely strong and use a combination of weapon techniques and magical ones.
Mabaa-sama

Report | 01/08/2011 4:46 pm

Mabaa-sama

"'A fairy tale'?" Mabaa gave a maddened grin, her one eye revealing her own amusement towards the Death God. He was... indescribable. She truly couldn't decide which she preferred: how he was now or how he used to be. He was more... 'charactered' to banter with now, but the absolute terror that he used to be able to strike into the most hardened of souls within seconds was something she used to admire. I wonder what it would take to bring that out again...? "Perhaps one from the Grimm Brothers. I wonder what your dead seer would think of that comparison? Really, Shinigami-san, I'm hurt~ To say my soul type with such disdain? To believe I am anything but perfectly honest with you~? And here I thought we were old friends~" She chuckled faintly and, in a blink of an eye, she snapped out of existence... only to reappear behind the Death God. "As you are not concerned with your Kishin-to-be, I am not concerned with the deranged mutt that stole my eye. Want to know why~?" She cackled a bit darkly, eye showing the sharp blade of malice glee. “I’m going to steal him~”
Mabaa-sama

Report | 01/07/2011 12:04 pm

Mabaa-sama

There was a slight twitch in her the one eye she had left - her smug [removed](at least, that which that could be seen between her hat, her bandage, and her scarf/cloak) going a touch sour. A withered hand rose - the finger trailing across the '1/2' marked on the white cloth over her missing eye. "Merely misplaced, I assure you. It is on my 'to do' list~ Though, I must admit... I almost feel I should give it to you when I do reclaim it. Perhaps if you'd had a least ONE eye, you may have seen the snake amongst your ranks before your little pet was released. Quite careless, Shinigami-san~" Her smirk renewed itself beneath the cloth over her face - the spark of it burning like fire in her red eye. "Though I am flattered that your interest in my own affairs runs deep enough to have you keep watch on this old witch, perhaps you should pay more attention to your own matters, hm? Or will you wait for the stitched man to take the first bite before you redirect your full attention? Just like you waited for Asura~" A cackle of laughter escaped her lips. "You always were a being who enjoyed the dramatic flare... but one would have thought that being locked in a box while your city was destroyed by MICE of all things would have sharpened your attention more than it did~"
Jacksepticeyes

Report | 01/07/2011 4:46 am

Jacksepticeyes

Yes that's why I came to see you.
Mabaa-sama

Report | 01/05/2011 7:51 pm

Mabaa-sama

Upon receiving the courtious bow from the Death God, Mabaa decided it good bearing to mimick the gesture back - one arm crossing over her chest with her fist held at her shoulder as she bent at the waist only to then straighten again an instant later. "Not dead yet, Shinigami-san, though I am certain my prolonged life is with the regret of many of those around me." The way she had subbed in 'san' for the typical 'sama' was so smooth in speech that it was quite hard not to overlook it. It was only natural for her to do such though - she saw herself as his equal. The Grandmother Witch would not have come to his realm in such a manner if she hadn't... so 'sama' was an honorific that she had abandoned for Death ages ago. Whether it bothered him or not, she honestly didn't care. Her one blood-red eye was fixed on the taller entity - even with her hovering higher than she normally stood, he still had a good two feet over her head. Power is not reflective of size... "And you? Still as much of a hermit as you've been for the past eight hundred years? From the looks of you..." her one visible eyebrow lifted, "I'd say you look a touch stir-crazy~"
Jacksepticeyes

Report | 01/05/2011 5:28 pm

Jacksepticeyes

Sorry I didn't introduce myself, I'm Matthew, a meister. And my partner is Flint. my sword here.
Mabaa-sama

Report | 01/04/2011 4:23 pm

Mabaa-sama

A small figure - no more than five feet high - floated effortless through the familiar plane around her. "Through all these ages of chaos, misery, and destruction... it is a wonder we have not crossed pathes again sooner, Lord..." the voice sounded aged, but it seemed to radiate from all the space around them in the realm. She was well aware that this was HIS Realm... but not one that she had never crossed into before. She was, after all, a witch who specialized in manipulating space and, therefore, the dimensions therein. "We meet again, Death~"
Jacksepticeyes

Report | 01/03/2011 4:18 pm

Jacksepticeyes

It's nice to meet you.