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✧ NAME: Liz
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effin_science
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): effinscience @ plurk
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: -
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Spirit Albarn
✧ SERIES: Soul Eater
✧ HISTORY: Clicky-clicky
✧ TIMELINE: I'll be taking him from shortly after the Kishin's released.
✧ PERSONALITY: Three words: Lovable Sex Maniac. Spirit is a great guy, just very, very misguided in most of his attempts to be a better guy. Every time he's reminded of his ex-wife and Maka, he runs around screaming and it's obvious that he does want to be more faithful and stop sleeping around and repent for doing so in the past. He just... Honestly has no idea how to go about doing so. It could be because he's legitimately a sex addict, or (the more likely option) whether he's something of a teenager who never grew up and thus never learned any sort of impulse control or any desire to do anything other than be an attention whore. Other than that, though, he's a very decent human being and very genuine about his feelings. He usually wears his heart on his sleeve and if something upsets him, makes him happy, whatever, you, me, and everyone in sight distance of him will know about it. And it takes almost nothing to send Spirit into a flurry of panic/tears/OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG/screaming/some combination of them which makes him a bit of an annoyance to most people.
If not for the little fact of his daughter kinda hating him, he'd be the perfect father. Spirit really loves kids and tends to take it on himself to protect them in some capacity or another. It manifests itself as him being a bit of an over-protective stalker to his daughter, unfortunately, but he does mean well by it. He has a bit of a slightly irrational fear that he's going to get transferred to another country for no other reason than not being able to look out for Maka because it's fairly obvious she won't talk to him if she can find a way to avoid it.
Spirit is so oblivious. If he was a superhero, he would be CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS. Seriously. He spent a good 5 years of his life being dissected in the middle of the night while he slept and didn't really notice the scars until his then-girlfriend, now-ex-wife pointed them out. Then when he managed to finally figure out what was going down, he promptly grabbed his shit, and moved the fuck out of Stein's house. At least he learned! As a result, he has what I'd almost venture to call a very minor case of PTSD when around easily-concealable sharp objects. Or Stein. Or especially Stein with anything sharper than a piece of string. He claims to not be afraid anymore, but considering he pretty much cowers when they're alone, it's pretty safe to say that's a hearty bit of crap. Though his obliviousness hasn't faded along with the scars, unfortunately, because thanks to the girls who happen to work at the cabaret club he's always at, he ends up mentioning the occasional bit of vital information to them when he gets a bit drunk and oh lol whoops they're spies.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: Well. As his title implies, he can turn into a scythe. He's actually the only Death Scythe who is actually a scythe (until later on in canon when Soul gets to that point, at least). He's a pretty awesome-looking one too, if I do say so myself. There's a slight drawback though - it's not a useful skill to anyone but the god of death, an albino with a dissection fetish, and his ex-wife who hates him. No one else can pick him up while he's in that form because their souls wouldn't resonate (which is honestly just a really nice way of saying no one else can put up with him for longer than 10 seconds). If he manages to make some sort of ~*~emotional connection~*~ with someone, though, there is a possibility he'll be able to get properly used. However, he can also partially transform, and have a trio of curved blades popping out of his body (one on the back of each forearm and one in the middle of his back) so he can fight on his own, but it's hardly as effective as it could be, partially because, hey, he's a scythe and usually he doesn't need to do much other than get swung around by people like a lazy shit.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Day
✧ MASK DESIGN: Yup, it's fruity as hell
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: This classy-ass place
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: It's a link to Dirty Vegas so. You know. Don't be reviewing apps at work or in front of your parents or anything :T (DON'T JUDGE ME KYAH)
✧ THIRD PERSON: The annoying part of all this was he was fairly certain he hadn’t been drunk. No, he was almost entirely certain he was sober last night, but yet he still didn’t recognize where the fuck he was. When he stumbled his way onto the street (from confusion not any lingering intoxication, mind you) he realized that no, he hadn’t somehow managed to sleep in later than whatever-her-name-was and she had just left him in her boudoir - though why wouldn’t she wake him up for a quickie in the morning or so he could actually go to work baffled him, rude – but he was in fact, definitely not anywhere in Death City. Hell, the air wasn’t even hot enough or dry enough to really feel like Nevada, so he started to panic.
He panicked his way into an attack until he was screaming and crying in the middle of the street and masked passers-by looked at him funny, with concern, with pity and seemed so, so very confused when he asked where he was.
Sullenly, Spirit wandered back inside the weird house, wiping his running nose on his jacket sleeve. How could this sort of thing have happened to him? He was a Death Scythe, damn it, it’s not like he was an easy target to kidnap, not like – Oh no, what would Maka do without him watching over her?! Would she be safe – of course not, all of his paternal instincts told him, complete with horrible mental images of her alone and afraid and – Okay, damn it this was no time to panic.
Again.
No time to panic again.
Spirit set his shoulders a little straighter, looking around the house for clues. If he got kidnapped by someone – or worse, transferred in the middle of the night and not told about it – he was going to find a way back home by looking around here, right? Right. That was how it always worked on those detective shows, so he’d probably be fine.
Really, the only thing he found unusual was a strange picture, or maybe it was a mirror, with a familiar city in it hanging on the wall before he started panicking again.
✧ NAME: Liz
✧ LJ USERNAME:
effin_science✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): effinscience @ plurk
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: -
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Spirit Albarn
✧ SERIES: Soul Eater
✧ HISTORY: Clicky-clicky
✧ TIMELINE: I'll be taking him from shortly after the Kishin's released.
✧ PERSONALITY: Three words: Lovable Sex Maniac. Spirit is a great guy, just very, very misguided in most of his attempts to be a better guy. Every time he's reminded of his ex-wife and Maka, he runs around screaming and it's obvious that he does want to be more faithful and stop sleeping around and repent for doing so in the past. He just... Honestly has no idea how to go about doing so. It could be because he's legitimately a sex addict, or (the more likely option) whether he's something of a teenager who never grew up and thus never learned any sort of impulse control or any desire to do anything other than be an attention whore. Other than that, though, he's a very decent human being and very genuine about his feelings. He usually wears his heart on his sleeve and if something upsets him, makes him happy, whatever, you, me, and everyone in sight distance of him will know about it. And it takes almost nothing to send Spirit into a flurry of panic/tears/OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG/screaming/some combination of them which makes him a bit of an annoyance to most people.
If not for the little fact of his daughter kinda hating him, he'd be the perfect father. Spirit really loves kids and tends to take it on himself to protect them in some capacity or another. It manifests itself as him being a bit of an over-protective stalker to his daughter, unfortunately, but he does mean well by it. He has a bit of a slightly irrational fear that he's going to get transferred to another country for no other reason than not being able to look out for Maka because it's fairly obvious she won't talk to him if she can find a way to avoid it.
Spirit is so oblivious. If he was a superhero, he would be CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS. Seriously. He spent a good 5 years of his life being dissected in the middle of the night while he slept and didn't really notice the scars until his then-girlfriend, now-ex-wife pointed them out. Then when he managed to finally figure out what was going down, he promptly grabbed his shit, and moved the fuck out of Stein's house. At least he learned! As a result, he has what I'd almost venture to call a very minor case of PTSD when around easily-concealable sharp objects. Or Stein. Or especially Stein with anything sharper than a piece of string. He claims to not be afraid anymore, but considering he pretty much cowers when they're alone, it's pretty safe to say that's a hearty bit of crap. Though his obliviousness hasn't faded along with the scars, unfortunately, because thanks to the girls who happen to work at the cabaret club he's always at, he ends up mentioning the occasional bit of vital information to them when he gets a bit drunk and oh lol whoops they're spies.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: Well. As his title implies, he can turn into a scythe. He's actually the only Death Scythe who is actually a scythe (until later on in canon when Soul gets to that point, at least). He's a pretty awesome-looking one too, if I do say so myself. There's a slight drawback though - it's not a useful skill to anyone but the god of death, an albino with a dissection fetish, and his ex-wife who hates him. No one else can pick him up while he's in that form because their souls wouldn't resonate (which is honestly just a really nice way of saying no one else can put up with him for longer than 10 seconds). If he manages to make some sort of ~*~emotional connection~*~ with someone, though, there is a possibility he'll be able to get properly used. However, he can also partially transform, and have a trio of curved blades popping out of his body (one on the back of each forearm and one in the middle of his back) so he can fight on his own, but it's hardly as effective as it could be, partially because, hey, he's a scythe and usually he doesn't need to do much other than get swung around by people like a lazy shit.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: Day
✧ MASK DESIGN: Yup, it's fruity as hell
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: This classy-ass place
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON: It's a link to Dirty Vegas so. You know. Don't be reviewing apps at work or in front of your parents or anything :T (DON'T JUDGE ME KYAH)
✧ THIRD PERSON: The annoying part of all this was he was fairly certain he hadn’t been drunk. No, he was almost entirely certain he was sober last night, but yet he still didn’t recognize where the fuck he was. When he stumbled his way onto the street (from confusion not any lingering intoxication, mind you) he realized that no, he hadn’t somehow managed to sleep in later than whatever-her-name-was and she had just left him in her boudoir - though why wouldn’t she wake him up for a quickie in the morning or so he could actually go to work baffled him, rude – but he was in fact, definitely not anywhere in Death City. Hell, the air wasn’t even hot enough or dry enough to really feel like Nevada, so he started to panic.
He panicked his way into an attack until he was screaming and crying in the middle of the street and masked passers-by looked at him funny, with concern, with pity and seemed so, so very confused when he asked where he was.
Sullenly, Spirit wandered back inside the weird house, wiping his running nose on his jacket sleeve. How could this sort of thing have happened to him? He was a Death Scythe, damn it, it’s not like he was an easy target to kidnap, not like – Oh no, what would Maka do without him watching over her?! Would she be safe – of course not, all of his paternal instincts told him, complete with horrible mental images of her alone and afraid and – Okay, damn it this was no time to panic.
Again.
No time to panic again.
Spirit set his shoulders a little straighter, looking around the house for clues. If he got kidnapped by someone – or worse, transferred in the middle of the night and not told about it – he was going to find a way back home by looking around here, right? Right. That was how it always worked on those detective shows, so he’d probably be fine.
Really, the only thing he found unusual was a strange picture, or maybe it was a mirror, with a familiar city in it hanging on the wall before he started panicking again.