Inertia

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

A few days prior...

Alovian Training Yard

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^{August 25th, Dawn | Sparring partners, Jacques Wymark}

An ashen-haired man stood in a courtyard in the early morning, gripped with a wooden sword. The knight was besieged by men on all three sides. The three men bore down on Niavak, waiting for an opening or movement. A chirping bird broke the still silence causing one of the three men to momentarily lose focus. Noticing this lapse in concentration, Niavak let out a breath and dashed at blinding speeds towards him. The man managed to bring his sword up to defend but his posture and balance were off. His weapon flew off his hands with a quick upward diagonal slash. Without pause the disarmed man punched in a wide, horizontal arc. Niavak deftly dodged the swing with a leg sweep, the man's face thud into the sandy soil.

The other two blinked for a moment, stunned. This was, however, brief, as they both leaped on their feet and attacked him from opposite sides. Niavak commended the duo internally, they still had kept their composure and attacked as a team. The knight also knew that being surrounded was the worst case scenario for a fight and as such he retreated in a way that kept both of them in his sight. He noticed that both men had their eyes directly on his sword. He played an obvious feint, a heavily telegraphed, high downward slash. The arc of the slash was interrupted by him abruptly letting go of the weapon. The men infront of Niavak were stunned, their heads followed the arc of the falling weapon. He delivered a swift kick to the man on his right, causing him to fall over and tumble back. While the other one was stumbling, he slithered around the man and put him in an neck-lock. It took a few moments before the man tapped the dirt, signalling his surrender.

The last man standing had regained his stance. Niavak stood up and grabbed his wooden weapon and stared at the man. His stance, while good and leaving little openings, highlighted his inexperience in dueling. It was too rigid. He also noticed that the man's hands were shaking. Deciding to prod the young man, he slashed horizontally but stopped it mid-way. The man quickly held his sword up to defend but only found air. Niavak wasn't doing it to anger the man, it was to prod him, but it incensed the him. The man charged at him, striking with noteworthy speed and strength. However these strikes were easily blocked or parried to the side. He stayed on defense, he ignored the feints and pushed aside the strikes. The man would now gamble, he began a left, horizontal swing only to feint and transform it into a right, horizontal swing. Niavak pushed the swing upwards and kicked his foot that supported his weight. The man fell on his ass, Niavak's wooden sword trained on his neck. He held his arm up in mock surrender.

With a long sigh, Niavak's face loosened up and a smile crept on his face. His battle-demeanor beginning to dissipate. He wiped the sweat off his face and held his hand out to the fallen man.

"You are terrifying, Wymark." The man said, accepting the hand. He dusted the dirt off his clothes before he continued. "This is the first time I've trained with you, but I'm not sure if I'd do it again."

The other two men joined his sentiments. Niavak could only scratch his cheek in shyness. "You three were good! I really had to improvise when you had surrounded me, any mistake on my part would have been my end." He said, taking a sip of water from a leather bottle. "If I had to say much, you, Eliot, should've control your emotions. It's easier to strike down an angered man."

The three men could only listen to him and nod. Eliot looked away when he was mentioned but begrudgingly agreed. An older man's laugh could be heard, the man looked like Niavak but older and with a cane. The three men bowed towards him and Niavak could only grin. "Father, what brings you here?"

"I came to observe my favorite son." Jacques Wymark said, resting on his cane. His eyes swam between the three men "... and as I suspected, you didn't hold back against these trainees at all."

"I'd be surprised if I wasn't your favorite son. Since I'm your only son, right?" Niavak chuckled, helping his father down the steps. "You three, take a break."

The three men dispersed and went their own directions.

"I can only assume you're here to talk about the super-secret party I've been recruited to." He said, as he was set to travel to Thelan in a day.

"As expected o' the ever astute 'Pale Knight'." His father said, mockingly sheathing his cane into an imaginary hilt.

"Ugh that nickname. It's because of this white hair and complexion." He said, gesturing towards his hair. He simply followed his father's antics. "If you think about it, this is your fault father."

His father laughed boisterously for a moment. His face turned serious with his following words. "I have only one question that I'll ask. Are you nervous?"

"Of course I am!" He said, his face flabbergasted. "Anyone who says otherwise is a fool. However we have little choice now. The situation is taking a turn for the worse. Thelannian military have begun pulling out of key locations. This last-minute party may be the only chance at stopping a full-blown war."

Jacques leg ached at the mention of the war. "Good." He smiled warmly. "You are to take my clothing into the dinner. This time I won't allow you to wear whatever you find under your wardrobe. Try not to earn the ire of any Thelannian nobles, or I daresay, their King."

"Naturally, father." Niavak placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply. "Blessings and glory upon the Alovian Empire."

His father followed suit, the grim silence that followed pierced by both the father and son's uproarious laughter.

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The Ballroom

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^{August 31st, Sunset | Servants, Alice Allaire @Lionhearted}

Niavak pulled at the scruff of his stuffy clothing. He had worn clothing such as this in more than a few occasions but he could never get used to it. It was too tight, impractical for chases or fighting. It's only merit was to look fancy and presentable. As soon as he stepped in, he could feel a waft of cool air hit him. The atmosphere, while appearing on the surface as jovial and lively, was heavy and foreboding. It reminded him of the political jungles back at home.

He stood before the king, placed his arms over his chest and took a knee. He paid his respects with a few words. "My greetings to the Thelan King." The king wrinkled his nose and waved him away. With another bow, he walked away and back into the festivities. That's the king huh.

Formality was drilled into him at a young age, so he was used to rather callous behavior. He knew the king's mind was preoccupied, however he still thought it rude to not even acknowledge him. Maybe that's how Thelannian's greet their visitors. He thought jokingly, shaking off the king's discourtesy. He had only visited Thelan in more than a few occasions, mostly for joint-military training and sparring, but he had always thought it to be a beautiful kingdom. He would try his best to prevent both kingdoms from going to war.

A few eyes now drifted on him after paying respects to the king. Most were Thelannians trying to place who exactly he was. The Alovians that recognized him gave him a wave and chuckled. Niavak smiled at the few that met his eyes.

His first objective were to greet those who were to be in the legion. He eyed the sea of people dining and talking amongst themselves. He'd already caught a few noteworthy people. One such individual was the 'Shield-Maiden of Moore' Ellinor Myren, her reputation even reaching Alovia. He would have like to acquaint himself with her but she seemed busy conversing with a few other people so he pushed the greetings later.

His head craned around the room, looking for the rumored commander of the party- Lady Alice Allaire. Though his father said he wasn't entirely sure of the validity of this information. Because of his distraction he bumped into a female servant, causing a tall glass of champagne to spill into him and break on the flawless marble floor.

The servant looked pale as a sheet. She stood silently, unable to process what had just happened. She let a moment pass before she prostrated before Niavak. "Ac-Accept my deepest apologies sir." The servant said, her voice shaking with each enunciation. She apologized a dozen more times. The hubbub had drawn the attention of a few attendees. With a shaking arm, she began to hastily pick up the broken glass.

"No no, that was entirely my fault Madam." He said, grabbing her wrist. "Best not to get your beautiful hands cut, I'll handle it." He bent down and pulled his sleeves up, revealing multiple scars and burn spots. The woman gasped at the sight his arms. He picked up the glass pieces and placed it on her tray.

"I've also ruined your garments, please let me pay." The woman said with a downtrodden look.

"As I've said, that was my fault. Send the cost of the glass to the Wymark family." He continued, flashing her a smile. "Don't worry, it's why I wore black, the champagne just blends right in." He winked at her, an attempt to settle her nerves. After another slew of apologies she eventually left.

Niavak stood, smelling of champagne. He ignored the whispering directed at him. Guess I'll be known as the champagne knight now.

He took off his jacket and black inner shirt. He called another servant and asked them to bring them to his carriage. He only had one layer left on his person; a white, long-sleeved linen shirt that were pulled taut due to his muscles. He cuffed his sleeves in an attempt at making his shirt 'formal', however his garments still looked out of place in the ballroom. A few noblewomen and, oddly enough, noblemen seemed to flush red before looking away. He silently regretted not heeding his mother's words at bringing an extra set or two of formal clothing.

Finally he spotted Lady Alice. After making her way to her, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed. "Lady Alice, my greetings." He said. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. Excuse the attire, my clumsy self had caused them to be drenched with champagne."

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

That formatting/coding on the character roster is really phenomenal!

Sidenote: My character link leads to Andreyich's one.

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

Niavak Wymark

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Niavak Wymark

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N A M E

Niavak Gratia Wymark

T I T L E

'The Pale Knight'

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovian

A G E

25

G E N D E R

Male

S E X U A L I T Y

Demisexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Niavak has dirt, snowy hair that's usually slicked upwards, an odd colour for Alovians. He stands at a height of 5'11"; he boasts a build befitting that of a speedy swordsman. His muscular tone leans towards his preferred use of agility rather than brute strength. Not to say he's a slouch in that either. His hands are calloused, a tell-tale sign of rigorous training. He fashions a similar attire to other Alovian knights, fully plated with ring armour and gambeson adorned underneath. Draped on his back is a black, graying cloak, fastened by a shimmering Alovian crest. Similarly, his longsword has the crest of Alovia on its guard and pommel. He also carries an arming sword as a backup weapon.

I N T E R E S T S

- Equal and fair fights.
- Clear, sunny days.
- Tactics and Strategy.
- Music/Musicians.
- Ballads.
- Horseback riding.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

For a rigorous knight, Niavak is a cordial individual. He believes in treating everyone with equal respect irregardless of stature or standing, only not doing so when he deems the person unworthy of said respect. He has a certain charisma to his speech, effortlessly turning odd acquaintances to a weird sort of friendship. His friendliness even causing friction between him and his superiors on following proper conduct befitting that of a 'knight'. Though friendly, he will not take threats targeted towards him sitting down and almost always readies to defend or fight for himself.

Continuing on with fights, Niavak has an almost unquenchable thirst for the 'thrill' of battle. A trait he inherited from his now crippled father- who, when asked, would say that "he did not regret a single second of it". He lives and breathes fighting, even during the period of peace he was usually found in the training grounds training or sparring with others of his level or greater. It wasn't an unusual sight to see him participating in tournaments, even managing to snag a win or two. Many have said that he was 'born during the wrong era'.

In battles his personality changes entirely. This personality shift can be a whiplash to those don't know him, some even stating that he's an entirely different person. He dons an almost apathetic facade as he begins tunnel visioning into the fight. His movement becomes sharp, wasting less energy. He forces all of his concentration and focus into the fight- with his friendly, amiable self being replaced with a silent and analytical demeanor. In the beginning of a fight he almost always prods an opponent's fighting style as he looks for weaknesses before formulating a quick plan in his head. Said plan shifts and changes as the fight goes on.

Despite his love for the warfare, he believes that another war with Thelan would be the end for both kingdoms. He also has a certain distaste of the cruelty that comes shackled with war. The atrocities committed by either kingdoms via pillaging, senseless killing and raping was not to his liking. He actively makes sure to dole out punishments and report Alovians who do not follow conduct of war. This has landed him in some hot waters with more than a few nobles.

H I S T O R Y

Niavak was born to a retired knight- Jacques Wymark and his wife, Miliane Wymark. His father would enthrall him with stories of the 'warring era' during bedtime. He spoke of the chivalry and bravery of the Knights Guild in the front-field, as they were the shield that 'guards the kingdom'. With wide, sparkly-eyed reverence, the young Niavak was captivated by these stories and dreamt of being a knight. His youth was filled training that would help attain his dream. His father warned him not to go at knighthood with half-hearted intentions and as such was harsh and uncompromising during his training. Despite his talent for battle, his father made doubly-sure in attenuating his overconfidence- instilling humbleness into the young kid.

During his teenage years he made a name for himself in small-scale battle. He gathered the routing Alovians and reinvigorated them to stay and fight until reinforcements arrived. They dug their heels in and barely managed to hold the territory before Alovian backup arrived. His last minute strategy clutched victory at the jaws of defeat. It was here where the moniker of 'The Pale Knight' took root.

After that battle he was recommended the role of strategist, which was promptly declined as he had too much love for the battlefield. A few higher-ups had begun taking notice of the young man, with him being recommended on more and more future conflicts. Eventually, he would rise to the rank of a Knight, which took nearly a decade of servitude to Alovia. He may have risen faster and further up had he played the game of politics; he did not heed the words of his peers and superiors and still went against nobles. He disliked politics. The manipulation and little games the court played was not something he was remotely interested in.

Niavak would earn the reputation of being a fairly laid-back knight. He felt no desire for superiority making him easy to talk to and get along with. He conversed with poor and rich alike. Due to easygoing nature and skills, the Alovian military handpicked him to join the Royal Plea. They had hoped that he would mediate the mish-mash of clashing personalities, as even they did not know who entirely was to be in it.

This party was charged with the singular goal of finding and retrieving Queen Anice. A last ditch effort to try and stop the boiling pot from tipping over. He hastily accepted, as he felt that the fate of both kingdoms were at stake.

M I S C

- Niavak is usually present during important strategical meetings of upcoming battles for his insight. A rare event for knights.
- Could have been a musician/bard with his singing voice.

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

CS, edited some stuff!

Sidenote: It's dang hard to find a live-action face claim for a medieval rp.

Niavak Wymark

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_{"Glory and blessings upon the Alovian empire- er, was it 'Blessings and glory'?"}
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Niavak Wymark

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N A M E

Niavak Gratia Wymark

T I T L E

'The Pale Knight'

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovian

A G E

25

G E N D E R

Male

S E X U A L I T Y

Demisexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Standing at a height of 5'11", Niavak boasts a build befitting that of a speedy swordsman. His dirt snowy hair is usually haphazardly slicked upwards. His muscular tone leans towards his preferred use of agility rather than brute strength. Not to say he's a slouch in that either. His hands are calloused, a tell-tale sign of rigorous training. He fashions a similar attire to other Alovian knights, fully plated with ring armour and gambeson adorned underneath. Draped on his back is a black, graying cloak, fastened by a shimmering Alovian crest. Similarly, his longsword has the crest of Alovia on its guard and pommel. He also carries an arming sword as a backup weapon.

I N T E R E S T S

- Equal and fair fights.
- Clear, sunny days.
- Tactics and Strategy.
- Music/Musicians.
- Ballads.
- Horseback riding.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

For a rigorous knight, Niavak is a cordial individual. He believes in treating everyone with equal respect irregardless of stature or standing, only not doing so when he deems the person unworthy of said respect. He has a certain charisma to his speech, effortlessly turning odd acquaintances to a weird sort of friendship. His friendliness even causing friction between him and his superiors on following proper conduct befitting that of a 'knight'. Though friendly, he will not take threats targeted towards him sitting down and almost always readies to defend or fight for himself.

Continuing on with fights, Niavak has an almost unquenchable thirst for the 'thrill' of battle. A trait he inherited from his now crippled father- who, when asked, would say that "he did not regret a single second of it". He lives and breathes fighting, even during the period of peace he was usually found in the training grounds training or sparring with others of his level or greater. It wasn't an unusual sight to see him participating in tournaments, even managing to snag a win or two. Many have said that he was 'born during the wrong era'.

In battles his personality changes entirely. This personality shift can be a whiplash to those don't know him, some even stating that he's an entirely different person. He dons an almost apathetic facade as he begins tunnel visioning into the fight. His movement becomes sharp, wasting less energy. He forces all of his concentration and focus into the fight- with his friendly, amiable self being replaced with a silent and analytical demeanor. In the beginning of a fight he almost always prods an opponent's fighting style as he looks for weaknesses before formulating a quick plan in his head. Said plan shifts and changes as the fight goes on.

Despite his love for the warfare, he believes that another war with Thelan would be the end for both kingdoms. He also has a certain distaste of the cruelty that comes shackled with war. The atrocities committed by either kingdoms via pillaging, senseless killing and raping was not to his liking. He actively makes sure to dole out punishments and report Alovians who do not follow conduct of war. This has landed him in some hot waters with more than a few nobles.

H I S T O R Y

Niavak was born to a retired knight- Jacques Wymark and his wife, Miliane Wymark. His father would enthrall him with stories of the 'warring era' during bedtime. He spoke of the chivalry and bravery of the Knights Guild in the front-field, as they were the shield that 'guards the kingdom'. With wide, sparkly-eyed reverence, the young Niavak was captivated by these stories and dreamt of being a knight. His youth was filled training that would help attain his dream. His father warned him not to go at knighthood with half-hearted intentions and as such was harsh and uncompromising during his training. Despite his talent for battle, his father made doubly-sure in attenuating his overconfidence- instilling humbleness into the young kid.

During his teenage years he made a name for himself in small-scale battle. He gathered the routing Alovians and reinvigorated them to stay and fight until reinforcements arrived. They dug their heels in and barely to hold the territory before Alovian backup arrived. His last minute strategy clutched victory at the jaws of defeat. It was here where the moniker of 'The Pale Knight' took root.

After that battle he was recommended the role of strategist, which was promptly declined as he had too much love for the battlefield. A few higher-ups had begun taking notice of the young man, with him being recommended on more and more future conflicts. Eventually, he would rise to the rank of a Knight, which took nearly a decade of servitude to Alovia. He may have risen faster and further up had he played the game of politics; he did not heed the words of his peers and superiors and still went against nobles. He disliked politics. The manipulation and little games the court played was not something he was remotely interested in.

Niavak would earn the reputation of being a fairly laid-back knight. He felt no desire for superiority making him easy to talk to and get along with. He conversed with poor and rich alike. Due to easygoing nature and skills, the Alovian military handpicked him to join the Royal Plea. They had hoped that he would mediate the mish-mash of clashing personalities, as even they did not know who entirely was to be in it.

This party was charged with the singular goal of finding and retrieving Queen Anice. A last ditch effort to try and stop the boiling pot from tipping over. He hastily accepted, as he felt that the fate of both kingdoms were at stake.

M I S C

- Niavak is usually present during important strategical meetings of upcoming battles for his insight. A rare event for knights.
- Could have been a musician/bard with his singing voice.

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majestys Spirit

The plot seems awesome, colour me interested!

Avalia

Time: Late Morning.
Location: Roshmi- Kenia's estate.
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi.



It was as Rei had initially feared, from what he could gather, that fox seemed to have made them- as in their identities were likely discovered. Though they veered away from Corvina's question, it wasn't difficult to guess what exactly they would be doing from now on. His raised a surprised eyebrow at Corvina's hug that enclosed the two elves. Well, it wasn't like Rei couldn't understand it, they were all sticking their necks out for them and he is grateful. Still, his discomfort towards emotional affection was apparent as he looked away whilst scratching his cheek.

He silently took in Kenia and Nym's conversation about the relocation. He agreed quietly, with it being the most logical option that they have. Had Nym not been there, it was likely Malachi who would have suggested it and if not him, then Rei. It's just one mess after another. He thought gloomily before clasping his ring necklace and shaking those thoughts away. He followed as Kenia led both him and Corvina to pack their belongings. It wasn't like they had much to begin with.

Rei's footsteps creaked on the wooden staircase, with his hands in his pockets he followed just behind the two girls. The walk had allowed him to ruminate in his thoughts again. He needed to get strong quicker; if not for him then for the people who depend on him. With furrowing brows, the wind began picking up around him. His steps creaked louder as thoughts of Aklenroth consumed his mind.

Ah. Damn. Chill out. He thought, forcefully halting his ability. His face throughout remained unchanged but he hoped they had not noticed.

"What do you require me to pack?" Rei asked inquisitively as they arrived at the room, he had a general idea of clothing but not much else. It was better to ask than assume and be wrong, even if the answer was blatantly simple.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Keith Solomon

October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Joint Solomon-Sylvestre Apartment

Tags: @CelesteEste - Arlette.

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The shrill shriek of an alarm pierced through Keith's blissful dream. He tried to pushing past the noise, soon finding out that it was a wasted effort as the blaring steadily got louder and louder with each beep. A set of amber eyes opened furtively, glancing fiercely at the clucking clock- 4:30 AM. The boy groaned into his pillow as he remembered what day it was. Monday. he thought. Training and schooling for the week were starting again. Having to leave the comfortable, enclosing warmth of his mattress was always a challenge but a quick flash of his mother's visage quickly erased any thoughts of 'sleeping in'.

Keith was already getting into his running clothes. His sleep schedule had been drilled into him since childhood, so much so that he could get through his daily routine by muscle memory alone. In fact at one point he had woken up in the middle of a run. Stepping out of the serenely quiet apartment, he breathed in the oddly intoxicating fresh smell of the morning.

He knew from early on that you needed to learn how to enjoy the early morning training, otherwise he wouldn't have made it. Appreciate the little things, even if he'd rather go back into the loving embrace of his bed. Woops. Push those thoughts back.

The familiar, rhythmic thud of his boots against gravel was comforting to Keith. A run in the morning was useful to clear his head at the very least. It also shook his lethargic body awake. A flood of thoughts went through Keith's head, mostly just to help pass the time quicker. In the midst of running, he would sporadically sprinkle in aerobic stretches. The training went off without a hitch, though he felt that something was off during the run. Must be my body's shock at it being put through this at the start of the week. he thought, it was an odd feeling that he couldn't quite shake off.

Keith huffed in relief, the endurance training was finally over with for the day. He began jogging his way back to his dorm. Though grateful, it was taking awhile for him to adjust not being the one responsible for his own breakfast. Not to say that Arlette was not a great cook in his opinion, he simply needed to get used to it. It was greatly appreciated gesture as it allowed him some time to laze around before classes.

As Keith expected, food was laid on the table. A healthy breakfast for him. He passed her with a nod and stepped into his room to prepare for a shower. The shower itself was quick and he stepped out in a plain white tee with black trousers, a towel on his shoulders. "... Good morning, Arlette." he said, situating himself across her. "How are you?"

He grabbed his toast, dipping it into his cappuccino before taking a bite. "I appreciate the breakfast today aswell." he said, popping the strawberry into his mouth. The breakfast delicious, as Arlette really had a penchant for it. She could prepare many dishes and have them taste swell.

"Did you feel something weird earlier?" Keith asked out of the blue, before shaking his head, "... nah, nevermind."

Avalia

Time: Late Morning.
Location: Roshmi- Kenia's estate.
Interactions: @Potter - Corvina, @Tae - Kenia, @princess - Malachi, @Dezuel - Zelginn.



Rei's ears twitched, he wasn't entirely sure if they were being called. "I think we're getting called." he murmured, tentatively poking his head out the door to see three elves, serious expressions laden on their faces. Seemed like whatever the fox said worried them, Malachi wore a particularly annoyed look. Stepping back into the room he grabbed both his and Corvina's plates on his way in and washing them in the sink. After the deed he stretched his body, his joints popping and cracking.

He accepted the fresh shirt from Malachi with a quick thanks before piping up. "So, are we going to train?" He asked, glancing over to the cleaning elf. "Do you need help with that?"

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Probably non-canon, but was fun, so why not? Missed a few people probably.

First Impressions of a Lazy Boy

This is a pain, but if it'll make you leave me alone quicker...

Quinn Lorenson: Quinn... He practically ignores me and leaves me alone, something I wish some of my peers should exercise more of. Keith Coughs. Well, whatever that's going off tangent. I don't know anything about him- this demon weapon, he's closed off. Saw him slumped over after losing a spar, I don't know. Emotional? That's all I got.

Austin Kilgour: The word is energetic- that's it. He's nice, intensely so. It's hard to dislike or hate him, it's like disliking a cat or puppy. Other than that, he gives off the whole 'naive' vibe, might be imagining it. Once offered me handmade cookie. It was bad. Though I made the effort to swallow it, didn't wanna get him down, you know?

Alveta Bataria: I had forgotten to mention that being around Austin was dangerous, he tended to trip alot. Alveta is about... two times worse. What else? She's nice... I guess. From the little I overhear, she just agrees. Smart, disagreeing randomly just wastes energy. Other than that, she also talks slow, which can be slightly irksome.

Katherine Leblanc: Katherine, huh. I've seen her verbal spats with others. It's a little scary. I tend to avoid her whenever I detect a hint of her being in a bad mood. If her partner... Cameron? is around, he helps placate her. She also seems confident, takes what she wants personality, which is good. Makes her a good meister when it works out.

Cameron Schumaker: I wager that Cameron is even nicer than Austin. How that's possible is beyond me. His presence seems to calm others? I don't know. He has calmed Katherine down more than a few times, which is a feat. It's none of my business, but... wouldn't hurt him to turn down some requests. He sometimes even gophers snacks or drinks for other students, which is absurd. Even I've stepped in at times to tell them (the students) to knock it off. Yet he still accepts it the next time.

Rea King: Ah, a fellow student who knows the value of a good nap- er. Always see her with a cup of coffee in hand. Not that it helps, she's slept in some positions, which frankly, were impressive to sleep in. Haven't spoken or interacted with her much. Students say she's kind of an ice queen, I don't see it. Rumours are pretty whatever anyway.

Celica Martinez: Celica... Keith massages the creases of his brow. Likely the most studious of the E.A.T. Class. A capable meister. Could get better at socializing, but what do I know. What I don't get is why she won't leave me alone. I get decent grades, I guess, family makes sure of that. But ever since I could match her in studies she's competed with me and- Keith stopped himself and sighed. ... Woke me up once while stabbing me with a pencil. Nothing more to say.

Jackie Jett: She's new so I can't say much. From what I gather she's... loud and lively. Most energetic even. It's hard to nap with her in the room. Seems reckless in missions, but I wouldn't know, never been in one with her.

Arlette Sylvestre: Ah. My partner. We've only been teamed up for a month or two. We get along well enough. She drags me out for spars more than I'd care for, but what can I do. She's relentless when she wants something. I acquiesce just to get it done. Help her with studies sometimes, she's smart but just doesn't have... enthusiasm. Have to mention that her weapon form is cool.

Shilo Sharur: Shil- Shelly? Yeah. He- er. Maid? Ugh this is a pain. Shelly, seems like a good person. Wouldn't know. Obsessed with 'cute' stuff, no idea why. Sure holds on to it tight. I honestly don't know what to think. Shelly mostly leaves me be, aside from getting me to try on some outfits. One of the 'serve others before yourself' types, I think.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Keith Solomon

Keith Solomon

"Really, why'd it have to be me? Fate's a cruel one."

Name
Keith Drew Solomon

Nickname/Alias
None

Age
16

Gender
Male

Race
Human

Appearance
Keith stands at a decent height of 5'11", a touch taller than others his age- though his slack, lazed posture would lead you to believe otherwise. Despite himself, he is fairly fit and toned, likely due to genes and his family's strict training schedule. He has a rich, caramel complexion, contrasting with his droopy amber eyes that seem to pierce right through you.

Keith always sports an indolent look about him, his face usually relaxed into a slight, lazy frown. He argues that this is what his facial muscles morph into when he's not using it. His posture can be summarized as 'pretty bad', as he's usually slouched, laying back or laying down.

Keith usually just wears whatever he can get his hands on and is comfortable, this usually translates to a plain white tee, with his signature black and red jacket. Though his fashion can change up depending on the weather, wearing even less during the more hotter seasons.

During his first scholastic year, he was generally ignored/overlooked amongst his female peers. This changed, somewhat, due to a formal event that meisters had to attend, as such he was forced to clean up. A few friends helped him look sharp, forcing him into a suit, touching up his hair, and making him to stand upright. After said event a new club about him was formed by a handful of female students which of course he is absolutely oblivious to.

Personality
Keith isn't what you would call active, he (used to) lives just to laze around. His general attitude reflects this greatly, always just preferring the 'lazier' way out. He usually speaks in a clear and concise sentences to get his point across quicker. As an adage to this, his tongue can be quite sharp at times. Keith has gotten into trouble with his peers in more than a few occasions due to his rather honest, straight to the point, dialogue. With that said, it is difficult to really get a rise out of or anger Keith, as he usually lets most transgressions roll off his shoulders.

Due to this, the way Keith approaches a problem is unique, his motto being 'Solve it as quickly as possible'. He opts for the fastest approach to nailing down a problem so he can go back to 'lazing' around.

Now that Keith's pretty much become the 'pride' of his family, he is trying to rid himself of his 'lazier' ways, as he does not want to disappoint his family or besmirch their name- emphasis on trying. He really does want to make his family proud so he's trying to stay more active.

Other than that he's surprisingly diligent about his studies, getting A(s) in all subjects. Keith's family makes sure of this, making him deathly afraid of his mother's wrath (due to failing a subject) than not being able to laze around. He also does not mind helping others out (though feigning annoyance), as long as they are willing to help themselves out.

Likes
- Free Time (Lazing about, usually).
- The cold, usually says it's nature's embrace.
- Naps.
- Drawing.
- Music.
- Sweets.

Dislikes
- The heat, usually says it's the demons pits.
- Indecisiveness.
- Being woken up.
- Worms.

Fears
- Making his parents disappointed.

Backstory
Keith had his life planned out- Well, not really. Though what little, minuscule life plan he had went up in flames due to the discovery of his rather 'exceptional' wavelength compared to his siblings. His plan was simple; Get through college with whatever degree. Find a nice, comfy 9 - 5 desk job. Come home and laze about and not worry about his parents expectation.

To go back and explain, his family is or was one of the most prestigious families of meisters. Keith's great grandfather and his brother were famous meisters in their time. Many in his family were exceptional and a few even famous. Unluckily, his grand-parents AND parents didn't quite have what it took to become exceptional, noteworthy meisters. Despite this, their family still trained religiously, in hopes that one of their children would actually become a powerful meister. Keith's two brothers also didn't make the cut, being a tad below even average meisters.

To their complete and utter surprise. It was found that Keith had been the one they were hoping for. His parents simultaneously were pleased and dismayed that their third son, the one least suited, was the one to be bestowed with the 'talent'. Keith agreed with them heavily, he knew that both his brothers were better suited for this but that was the hand that fate dealt.

Despite this, his parents offered to not push him through DWMA. Though they tried to hide it, he couldn't bear seeing them disappointed and acquiesced to their wishes, much to their delight. Keith had entered the academy at the age of 11.

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Partner Name
Arlette Sylvester - @CelesteEste

Meister Abilities
- Due to his nature, he is above average in soul perception as he can stay calm and concentrated.
- Partly due to his training with his parents, he is able to utilize Soul Menace in a rudimentary degree. Helpful in a pinch. He is currently training to be able to use it in an advanced level.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
- As soon as it was found out that he was to become a meister, his parents training tripled in difficulty. Most of it being based around close-quarter combat with weapons and hand to hand combat. As a result he is more physically fit and toned compared to other meisters his age.
- He keeps said training up in DWMA.
- As said, he is studious despite his lazier side- when asked about this his eyes darken and he refuses to talk for the rest of the day.

Soul Resonance
The blades shifts in form, gaining a golden glow and growing a bit in size, as the Demon Glaive goes from a focus on control to a focus on attack. When the swing of the weapon happens, the upper half grows massively in size in a burst of energy, as soon as it hits (or is blocked) the lower half repeats the process, allowing for a sneaky second strike of the weapon, finishing in a stylish X shaped cut if both attacks landed.

Extra
- Sometimes abruptly stops mid sentence for a long yawn.
- Can draw exceptionally well.