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human faceclaims 𝟎𝟏𝟏. based on soul eater
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At Death Weapon Meister Academy, students becoming meisters
alongside their weapon companions learn how to wield them and
absorb the souls of 99 evil beings and one witch for their weapon
to be dubbed a "death scythe" and an ultimate weapon in fighting
alongside their meisters who will become shinigamis. However in
the midst of eight students on the cusp of beginning their exams
to become shinigamis and death scythes, a powerful witch set on
destroying the headmaster── the Kami── and the school, thus
allowing evil beings and witches to roam the city and then the
world without reigns holding them back, destroying the balance
of order in the world. The Kami has given these 8 students the
perilous task of hunting the witch down alongside absorbing the
99 souls required for their exam, offering them the high status
of Lower Kami's and being stationed around the world to protect
humans should they successfully exorcise the witch.
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𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. are humans who keep the balance of order
in the world when it comes to good and evil, hunting
evil beings and witches down who pose a threat to
society. All humans wishing to become students must
go through the Death Weapon Meister Academy or
DWMA and study both combat and academics. They
are highly skilled individuals are responsible for
guiding and synchronizing with their partners to
amplify their combat skills and trust── something
that is vital to both weapon and meister when they
find themselves hunting nefarious and stronger evil
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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒. are humans with the extraordinary ability
to transform their bodies into various types of
weapons. They partner with Meisters, who wield them
in combat to hunt evil beings. Weapons train at Death
Weapon Meister Academy (DWMA) with the ultimate
goal of consuming 99 evil human souls and 1 witch’s
soul to become a Death Scythe. Weapons can shift
between human and weapon forms at will, though
some can also transform specific body parts while
remaining in human form. Their effectiveness in
battle depends on their compatibility with their
Meister, as they must synchronize their soul
wavelength to perform powerful techniques.
Weapons are unique in that they retain their human
personalities even when transformed, making their
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𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄. saint lim | PLAYED BY serafim
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𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎. first & last name | PLAYED BY rogan
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𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. min-jun nam | PLAYED BY mtuan
personality overview here | their partner is weapon four
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𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. ezra jeong | PLAYED BY karasu,
personality overview here | their partner is weapon two
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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄. hana moon | PLAYED BY skydust
personality overview here | their transformation is a naginata polearm
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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎. paxton yu | PLAYED BY mtuan
personality overview here | their transformation is a katana
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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. finnegan cho | PLAYED BY rogan
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𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. jack reaper | PLAYED BY skydust
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( ♰ ) | 𝐓𝐀𝐆. finn, open | 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. x | " 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓 "
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indentThe morning seemed to progress in slow motion── sluggish, as Saint inhaled sharply, filling his lungs with the crisp air that settled in the fabric of his pullover sweater before exhaling in a sigh that did nothing to relieve the weight pressing down on him. Although he was well aware of today and what it would encompass, he still felt wholly unprepared, and he was when he stayed up all night attempting to study for the exams. Stepping onto campus felt like surrendering to the inevitable, his feet carrying him—reluctantly—up the towering stone steps toward the entrance. The only thing tethering him to consciousness was the two caffeinated drinks in his hand, beads of condensation slick against his fingers as the ice inside surrendered to the creeping heat of the sun. He lifted one of them to his lips, drawing in a cool sip, but the caffeine still hadn’t worked its magic yet, even as he gulped down half of it on his walk from the cafe next to his apartment and toward campus.

indentReaching the top of the steps, Saint rolled his shoulders back, a quiet resolve settling over him as he braced for what was to come. He pushed open the onyx-colored french doors, and as he crossed the threshold, his gaze dropped to the floor. His feet moved with a sense of purpose, but his eyes avoided everything as the checkered marble floor and gothic high-ceilings passed in a blur. The hallways were filled with the low murmur of students, and Saint skirted past them all, determined to avoid any unnecessary contact, any unwanted distractions. Not today. Not when the exams loomed ahead, demanding every ounce of his focus. His mind still felt sluggish, muddied by the all-nighter he had forced himself through, studying──attempting to──while Finnegan had been a constant distraction as he sat across from him in the living room the night before.

"Saint."

indentThe voice cut through the noise and stopped him for a moment in his tracks, all too familiar and piercing, like a bell tolling just for him── it only ever tolled for him, anyway. He didn’t need to look up to know it was Finn. His name had become a constant sound, woven into the fabric of his thoughts even when he attempted to keep them at arms length. And sure enough, when Saint lifted his gaze, Finn’s eyes met his, playful and unwavering as he approached the entrance to the classroom.

indentFinn had been relentless, as always. It was impossible to ignore him when his voice, teasing and playful, echoed in Saint's mind, refusing to be silenced. Their conversations──more flirtations, really── were a constant and had persisted into the late hours, each word rolling off Finn’s tongue like a challenge, every attempt to pull him from his work met with a dismissive glance, a scoff, before he'd retort back with a flirt of his own if it meant satisfying him temporarily. He should’ve expected nothing less than to be distracted through the night: His study session had been ruined, but Finn’s persistence was an annoying thing to admire── he had a way of drawing out some form of foreign energy that he never knew he had, yet exhausting him all at the same time.

indentWithout a word, Saint handed him one of the iced coffees. Finn didn’t even need to ask── Saint had memorized his order long ago, an endearing mental note kept stashed in the back of his mind── a secret that he'd even noted it kept for too long, maybe. He wiped off the condensation of his now free hand with his jeans, the fabric soft but stubborn against the wetness, now muttering as his attention drew back toward him, "Morning," His lips quirked upward at the edges briefly as he released a heavy exhale, "You seem energetic and well rested."

indentFinn flashed that mischievous grin of his, taking the coffee after a quick look-over with softness before a sudden fire energized in his eyes, something Saint wasn't about to question── he knew the look all too well── and if he caved in and asked what it was that was making him smile like that, then he wasn't sure if he'd be able to keep up with the torrent of words that'd slip from his lips.

indentSaint’s eyes lingered on him a moment longer than he meant to. There was something undeniable about Finn’s energy, the way it seemed to demand attention even when Saint wanted nothing more than quiet. He couldn’t help but appreciate it, though. Beneath all the flirting, the chaos, and the unrelenting distractions, there was a bond between them that had formed despite their differences. They had been forced together, and their personalities had clashed at first── two opposites constantly bumping heads. But over time, Saint had come to realize something he hadn’t anticipated: Finn was someone he could trust, someone who, outside these walls, he could be his imperfect self with. And, despite himself, he knew Finn felt the same.

Maybe they all saw something in them as a pair that they themselves didn't.

indentHe reached up, almost absently, to run his hand through Finn’s hair, neat strands falling effortlessly back into place. It was a gesture that was familiar and became an automatic reflex. Without waiting for a response, he turned and made his way toward the classroom. Finn fell into step behind him── a loyal puppy at the heel of his owner── as he always did.

indentInside, the room was a subdued bustle of last-minute studying and scattered students, each one preparing in their own way for the day’s grueling exams. Saint slid into the middle row, setting his coffee down on his desk with a resigned sigh. He sank into his seat, trying to fight the drowsiness that pulled at him, his body already settling into the comfortable, almost automatic posture of someone who had given up on sleep but still craved it desperately.

indentThe desks were warped around the room, arranged in a semi-circle with ever-towering gothic-styled chairs and rows split into three sections, designed to force students to work together── meisters with their weapons designated in seats next to one another. It was a bond that was supposed to form through these sort of arrangements, but more often than not, it led to whispered arguments, constant distractions, and the watchful eyes of the professor, who never seemed to tire of waiting for them to fall into silence before continuing the lesson.

indentThe chalkboard at the front was wiped clean, except for one stray insult scrawled in the corner──no doubt to be erased soon. Saint slipped his phone from his back pocket and glanced at the clock, squinting against the brightness as the time flashed back at him: 8:20. Ten minutes.

Ten minutes until the first of many exams, both written and physical, that would determine their future in the city as meisters and weapons. If they passed, they would be assigned their witch and soul-hunting missions along with the potential offer of ranking up and becoming two-star meisters should they end up at the top of their class after the day was over. If not, he didn’t want to think about that possibility right now.

If his father could do it all those years ago── becoming one of the most skilled and dangerous meisters to come from the academy── then he could, too.

indentHe sank deeper into his seat, eyes closing for just a moment as his head leaned to rest itself on Finn's shoulder beside him, willing himself to hold on to the thin thread of consciousness for just a little longer── making mindless conversation, anything to keep him from dozing off── as he whispered, "I don't understand how one person can have so much energy as you, Finn."

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|||Chatter circled around him, conversations fleeting from one to the next without rhyme or reason. During the conversations, he allowed his eyes to flutter to the doors whenever they had squealed open, internally hoping that it was the meister that he had become so familiar with. It was a mild disappointment when tired students continued to flutter in, no sign of Saint following after them. He twiddled his thumbs in his lap, trying to stomach the patience so desperate to claw itself free, his eyes facing the group, but ears entirely on the doors.

|||The doors to the classroom squealed open again, and his head whipped to look at them. Finn dropped his head to the side, leaning forward on the table with his hands bracing him against the edge. Immediately, his lips twisted into a smile and he slipped himself off of the table- dismissing himself from the small cluster of people he had joined while waiting. He wasted no time making his approach, shuffling himself slowly at first, before he slipped into a jog; stopping only once Saint was within arms length of him, close enough that he could swipe one of the creases of his hoodie between his fingers.

|||"Saint," he beamed, slowly falling into step beside him. His smile quickly broke into a grin, lopsided but nothing short of happy. And this only widened as Saint's eyes lifted to meet his, exhaustion and sleeplessness lingering in his eyes. Oops.

|||Finnegan cocked his head to the side slightly, turning his eyes to look down at the coffee that was extended out in his direction. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and turned his eyes up to Saint's, reaching to take the coffee from his hand. "Good morning- oh, you shouldn't haaaave," he sing-songed, lightly nudging Saint's arm with his hand carefully clasped at the crease of his hoodie.

|||He brought the wet, plastic cup to his lips to take a long sip of it; the familiar taste coating his tongue. As always, Saint had brought him his favorite- an iced hazelnut latte, one that had accidentally become his favorite after following Saint to the cafe once while trying to bother him. He hadn't even bothered trying anything else, confident enough that this was the best option he could go with- no matter the extravagant drinks offered seasonally. And it was something that Saint stuck to, too- never straying off of the usual comfort of his typical order.

|||Aww, he loves me.

|||His grin quickly returned. "Well rested is quite debatable, but! You're here, so if course I'm energized. My good luck charm is all I need, and he looooves me, he so loves me," Finn raised his free hand from Saint's hoodie, draping his arm over his shoulder instead.

|||Finnegan took another drink of his coffee, offering a small finger wave to the few classmates he passed as he had lowered his hand. He turned to open his mouth, but quickly silenced himself as Saint's hand found itself in his hair. Without moving his eyes, he zipped his lips closed; a grin threatening to split them the second they were closed as he slowed to a stop.

|||Then, as quickly as it appeared, it was yanked away from him as Saint made his way into the room.

|||A small noise of disappointment left his lips, and he quickly started after Saint to take his place at his side again. He wiggled his way through the maze of rearranged seats, hip accidentally bumping the corners of his classmates. He offered quick apologies, but continued to clumsily make his way to the middle row that Saint slipped himself into. Finn was quick to set the coffee down in it's rightful place on the corner of his partner's desk, and he slid himself comfortably into the seat beside him.

|||There were a few eyes casting glares in his direction, whether it have been because he had knocked their desk moments ago or not- Finn wasn't entirely sure. He offered soft smiles in return, which brought them all to turning themselves around with a roll of their eyes. Alright. None of them were happy to be there, and he knew that. They had to force themselves up and out of their beds early in the morning, and the first thing they're hearing being himself likely didn't help- it never really did, but Finn wasn't ever one to care. They'd have been pissed with or without him there.

|||Saint's head dropped to his shoulder as he leaned back in the chair himself. "Hm?" He turned his head, eyes widening. He shrugged his free shoulder, careful to not disturb Saint with too much movement. "I dunno either," he pinched his eyebrows together, reaching forward to pull his coffee closer to himself, "it's a lot more fun! Besides, if I was tired I wouldn't be able to admire your face, and that's like... my favorite thing to do, ever."

|||He raised his hand up slightly, curling his elbow so he could gently pat the top of Saint's head with his fingers. He then brought his other hand over instead, slowly guiding his fingers through his hair to press it back, looping a few strands around his index finger as he did.

|||If he could, he'd stay like that forever.

|||Finnegan dropped his hands down to gently hold the cup in his hand, batting it between them with the small space he allowed it.

|||His eyes raised up to glance at the clock pinned up on a wall, his nose scrunching at the hand locations. 8:22, less than ten minutes and not at all enough time for him to try and catch up with all that was missed in conversation the night before. No thanks to Saint, or course, dedicated as ever to trying to successfully study, all despite knowing the material well enough to obtain a passing grade. Saint was smart enough to get it done, successfully- and if he didn't have confidence in himself, Finn would.

|||His eyes twisted to look around the classroom. Hana, Harlow; sat in their own seats, Harlow's glare digging deep through his eyes. Likely, he figured, wishing death would strike him in the head. He shivered.

|||Finn turned his eyes up towards the door of the room, watching as the rest of the class slowly trickled in just before the final call. His gaze flashed over a few eyes, meeting only a few, before he averted his gaze back to the clock. There was only so much time left for hem to gather their bearings and prepare themselves for the very thing that would determine their placements in the future.

|||Eh, he'd be fine.

|||Then, his attention dropped down to his meister. He puckered his lips slightly, then swiped his tongue between them. "You should say my name more, by the way, it's cute when you say it. And I want to hear it more." He smiled, raising his hand to pat Saint's head again.

|||Finn lightly raised his shoulder as he glanced at the clock, raising Saint's head slowly. "Alright, angel- as much as I want you to stay here, I don't want you to blame me if you sleep through the entire exam. Maybe we can converge afterwards and you could return to your comfort?" His words were laced with a tease, though as he shifted slightly beneath the lifting weight; the question lingered more on the edge of an offer. One that he hoped Saint would take a bite of. Finn wiggled slightly, pressing his chest forward as he threaded his fingers together and laid his temple over the tops of his hands; eyes landing on Saint's face.

|||The smile returned to his face, and he curled his bottom lip up between his teeth, feet kicking beneath the desk as he stared.