There are only four rules:

1.) Make good, long posts
2.) Make up a Soul Eater character, don't use an original
3.) When describing your appearance, you can make them look like an original, but add a unique quality to make them different than the original
4.) You are allowed to play as more than one character, to keep the story rolling

SETTING: Death Weapon Meister Academy

REQUIREMENTS:
NAME: Grace "Gracie" Cynthia Hansen
AGE: 15
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
GENDER: Female
HAIR COLOR: Salmon Pink
EYE COLOR: Emerald Green
PERSONALITY: Quiet, shy, empty shell (remains this way for she overemotes and goes psycho), sweet, tends to blush and face turns red alot, sensitive, mysterious
APPEARANCE: Looks like Crona, except has pigtails, has blue stripes on right side, hair is long (up to waist), wears a silver heart-shaped amulet, and wears a long, ruby red dress with purple ruffles (looks like what Crona is wearing)

Grace looked up at the school she was about to enter. "Is this really it?" she wondered and looked around. She hardly knew anyone there. She felt like an outcast, for she was a "special" child. She kept her emotions inside and looked at the school again. She was just enrolled into Death Weapon Meister Academy. Sadly, she had no death weapon, so finding one was going to be difficult. "I hope I fit in," she thought as she gave out a sigh.

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NAME: Leahcim Elsilrac
AGE:15
HIGHT:6'2"
GENDER: Male
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
PERSONALITY: Social, Nice, Cool, Talks a lot, never stops talking, is always talking, ALWAYS, Sensitive, brave.
APPEARANCE: Has a black shirt, and blue jeen's. White shoe's, has a hidden scar on his shoulder covered by bandages.

Leahcim walks down the hall of the dwma and notices a face he had never seen before. Leahcim walked up to her "Are you new or something?" Leahcim asked.

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Grace noticed that a boy was talking to her. She hesitated for a very long time. Should she talk to him, or just walk away? She felt her skin boil and she grasped her right arm. She blushed hard as she looked at the boy. He had black hair and brown eyes. He looked like he was 15 and he looked 6' 2". He wore a black shirt and blue jeans.

She looked down to see he was wearing white shoes. This boy looked like an interesting fellow. She noticed the bandages on his shoulder. Grace blushed hard again and nodded at the boy without saying anything.

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"Hm? Whats up with you your face is all red" Leahcim asks

Grace went speechless. "I-it's nothing!" she said, trying to hide her blushing face. She turned away from the boy. Was it a good idea to say something? What if he asks more questions? Grace grew nervous, and she tightened the grasp on her right arm. Her skin boiled more, and any second, she would grow violent. Without thinking, Grace quickly ran away.

She finally found herself in what seemed to be the library. The library was open, yet nobody was there, not even the librarian. Grace quickly hid under a table and waited for the gruesome hours to go by.

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"HAY Leahcim IS THAT A NEW KID?" Said a voice from behind Leahcim.
"Get out of here alex" Said Leahcim.
Leahcim reaches for his bandages like he is about to pull them off, and the boy notices this and says
"Hay no need for that I'm going I'm going"
The boy walks away.
"Don't mind him he is a loser" Said Leahcim looking angry.
"You listening to me?"
Leachim looks behind him and noticed she disappeared.
"Huh?"

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Grace shivered and let the time pass by. She didn't want to confront that boy at all. Her skin stopped boiling, but she kept getting goosebumps. The air in the library was very cold, especially from under the table. She wanted to stay there forever, but she knew that it couldn't happen. She took out a magic 8-ball with a star around the 8 in the circle out of her pocket. She rolled it around in her palm and sighed. She wondered what would happen next in this crazy place.

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NAME: Phoenix
KNOWN AS: Phoenix The Bloodhound
AGE: 16
HEIGHT: "Unknown"
GENDER: Male
HAIR COLOR: White
EYE COLOR: Bright Orange
PERSONALITY: Cold, Rarely Talks To Others, Tries To Keep To Himself and Seems Good, But He's Evil.
APPEARANCE: Short Spikey White Hair, Average Built Body, Sleeve Flame Tattoo (Tattoo Moves and Looks Realistic/ Capable Of Burning Someone)
CLOTHING:
Upper Body : Un-Buttoned White Collared Shirt
Lower Body : Black Jeans, Silver Plated Belt, White Socks, White Black and Grey Slip-Ons)
Head : Ruby / Silver Earing (Left Ear)
Accessories : White Wrist Band, Black Wrist Band (Both On Right Arm) Ruby / Silver Ring (Index F)
PET: Sabre (Bloodhound)


Phoenix wondered into the Library, each step making the wooden floorboards Creak. Since no one other than Phoenix attends the library, the librarian is found elsewhere reading her books. He walked around the bookshelves aimlessly searching for a book to read, running his hand along the shelf until he had found a book. The book's cover was dark and badly burnt, probably the reason why he had chosen it. Phoenix walked over to one of the tables, and pulled out a chair. He sat down, and lifted his legs up onto the table. "How Long Have You Been In Here For?" he asked. He could sense the girl as soon as he walked in.

Grace quickly shoved the magic 8-ball in her pocket from shock. Who was this boy? He seemed nice, but she was intimidated. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She shivered from the draft under the table. She didn't know how to respond at all. Grace took a big gulp and her eyes widened. She was just too scared to answer.

Grace just shakily shrugged at the boy. She didn't have the urge to speak. Her skin began to boil again and she tightly grasped her right arm.

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Phoenix closed his book and placed it on the table. "Hmm, So Your One Of Those Girls?" he said before getting out of his seat and walking out over to the table she was hiding under. He kneeled down and rested his arms on the table above. "It's Alright For You To... Do What Your Doing, But Your Hiding Under My Table."