Gender: Male
Race: Weapon
Partner: N/A
Weapon/Magic/Animal Style: Anchor
Age: 17
Alliance: Good
Description:
History: Found on a train as a baby wrapped up in a blanket with his name embroidered on it, Edgar H. M. was raised by a couple who couldn't leave him alone. They weren't very rich; in fact, they were rather poor and could just barely support themselves and their one daughter. It hardly bothered him though. He attended the nearest school, and craved more information about everything. Days were spent in class, nights were spent in the hallway outside the bedroom they all shared, reading whatever books he could get a hold of. He always seemed to be covered in bruises, since the kids at school bullied him for being such a bookworm, though that never really bothered him either.
One day though, those kids ended up with bruises, nosebleeds, and one a broken arm. Edgar's punches had suddenly become heavy, as if his fists were made of lead. He was made of lead, for that moment anyways. After looking into it more, Edgar discovered he was a weapon who had partially transformed, and eagerly proceeded to soak in as much information as possible about this in hopes of a full transformation.
Though he couldn't transform fully even after so much research, he decided it was enough to feel like he was made of lead. It wasn't much of a problem until he saw his sister in an alley, killing one of the boys in her school. He ran home before she could see him. She was a witch, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, and he knew she would hurt more people. At night he stood over his sister and thought about what he was about to do. Sorry. he thought then punched her once, then twice, and again before she screamed, but yet he wouldn't stop. She was evil and he couldn't let her stay. His parents awoke to see him punching her dead body long after she had died. His mom cried, his dad yelled at him to leave, and Edgar stumbled out of the house while contemplating his actions. Instead of returning to sort it out, he made his way to Shibusen which he had read so much about. It took him 2 years to reach the school, walking from town to town and fending for himself.
Weapons Room: A train platform surrounded on either side with tracks, yet no train is ever seen. Walls the same length as the platform surround the other side of the tracks and connect at the top in an arch. Shelves and shelves of books line these stone walls. It's always night time. The tracks are flooded with water and lead out to a still ocean that glows with a golden light, as if making up for the absence of sun.
Hobbies: Reading, learning, talking to people
Personality: He always seems to be reading a book, but will talk to anybody who bothers to talk to him first. Everything and everybody is another thing to learn about.
Likes: Pretty much anything, especially people who can put up with him.
Hates & fears: Hates those who hurt his valued friends, fears losing the people he cares about, and animals that can fly.
Orientation & Lover: Straight, in love with new and interesting things
:.: Souls :.:
(Everyone but Death Scythes start at 0)
Human Souls: 0
Kishin Souls: 0
Witch Souls: 0
Other:
