Priest [Done]

Dark Weapon Application

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Name: Priest
Alias/Nickname(s): The Bloody Fang

Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Ethnic Group: Caucasian
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Rank: Death Scythe
Level: 3
Job/Occupation: None
Birthday: Feb. 14
Birthplace: Shibusen
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Picture:

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Written Appearance: The cloth that adorns priest's eyes are made of a special material that allows him to see out clearly,but allows no one to see in. The clothes he wears are also slim fitting without them being too loose or tight. His jacket however is a bit loose around the sleeves drooping a bit. This allows him to conceal weapons and other materials up his sleeves. For the comfort of walking Priest sports nike sneakers similar to these.

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Weapon Picture:

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Weapon Written Appearance: When priest transforms into his weapon form a black cloak surrounds him. A reddish tinge surrounds the edge of the spiraling pillar of dark swirling soul energy. His real body as this happens compresses into a black ball that splits into two. The two balls (hehe no dirty pun intended) will then reform into the guns with swirling red patterns on them.

Height: 6'1''
Weight: 215 lbs
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Personality: Priest can be seen as the guy who acts before thinking as he allows his
fists to talk for him usually being brash. This was one of the reasons
he killed his owner and gaining independence for himself when he came
out his own being. Priest does not like to be used for anyone's personal
gain and if so then he craves revenge against the person. Priest can
also be sadistic and a smartass at times often terrorizing those around
him to call him crazy and keep their distance. He has his times when he
is calm and subtle as well as kind but those times are very rare and
don't usually last long at at all. The guy basically cares very little
about other people he doesn't know and will try to form a wall between
them upon first meeting the person if he doesn't want to be connected
to the person. The reason being Priest had trusted his owner who
experimented on him therefore his reason for not liking meisters and
not trusting people easily. Being suspicious of people's motives Priest
usually tends not to talk much of interact with said person or people
but this doesn't stop him from being battle hungry or a smartass.
Primal Fear: The fear that keeps Priest going towards the path of the kishin is somewhat his insanity. The simple lust for more power draws him to pure souls. The idea of gaining power through a way that allows for genocide and bloodshed excite him. The thing that he fears is that the day will come when his heart is converted towards the path of good. Preist believes that by hardening his heart through this path of darkness he will obliterate all emotions turning into the ultimate killing entity.

Likes: Killing, eating, and alcohol.
Dislikes: The weak, meisters, good, rules, uppity people, and pandas.
Hobbies: Sports
Talents: Espionage

Favorite Food: Fried chicken
Favorite Music: Rap, R&B, and Rock.
Forte In Sports: Basketball
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History:


Priest was laying as usual in the grass that rose up to high
enough to cover his knees if he were standing up completely blocking his body
from view while staring into the sky. It was boring as usual ever since his
owner had made him submit to him thus gaining his deathscythe status. The man
felt as though his owner wasn't doing the right thing even though he felt he
didn't care something bothered him. Sighing to himself Priest sat up spitting
to his right before pulling himself to his feet while dusting himself off. Staring
ahead with his hazel honey colored eyes the guy figured it was time for a talk
with his owner. The male didn't want to do it but he figured he had to so he
could ease this cloud of doubt that welled within him. Laughing to himself
slightly the demon weapon thought he was getting soft but he didn't care he had
a job to do. The breeze that played through his hair felt oh so good to his
skin while he contemplated how the encounter would play out. The breeze caused
the sea of grass to move like a sea that had come alive a truly beautiful sight
and with the clear sky ahead Priest just felt too lazy to do anything.





Priest focused on the task at hand,then he took off
sprinting at a speed unknown to most others as if he were a blur. A while later
he arrived in the room of his partner who he noticed was staring at the
ceiling. Funny it seemed because Priest had been doing the exact same thing
just moments before. The moonlight filtered through the barred windows of his
room which illuminating the dust in the air. The room smelled musty and was
unkempt as if it had not been cleaned for days. The demon weapon wrinkled his
nose in disgust now reverting more back to his true self that he displayed most
of the time. Priest walked over from his position in the doorway over to the
bed. "You look like the sorriest sack oh shit I've seen in quite a while
buddy." The meister turned his expressionless face towards his partner
before lifting himself off the ground sitting straight up. "Well its nice
of you to pop by once in a while Priest." the man said sarcastically. Priest
eyed him coldly and for the first time just wanted to punch his face in but with
great self control counted to three and breathed slowly before speaking again
in a shouting tone. "What have you done with your life you piece of shit?!
I have seen you come back tired and jerky as if you were hiding something! I
want you to tell me what the fuck you have been doing and don't fucking lie to
me!" The meister smiled to him but the smile wasn't warm as if his body
wasn't agreeing with the message his mouth was trying to send. "Oh Priest
you naive child its what I have done that is amazing."





Priest noticed the dangerous excitement that played into the
man's eyes as if there was something way bigger he wanted to tell but could
not. It was pissing him off as he lunged at his partner forcing him to the
ground and placing his forearm to the meister's throat. "What the hell are
you talking about you sorry piece of shit?!" The meister seemed as if he
wasn't fazed his azure blue eyes looking straight into Priest's own eyes still
smiling the excitement in his eyes more noticeable. "In due time Priest
you will know and it will all become clear in due time my boy." Priest
gave up on self control and brought his other arm in a punch to the meister's
face knocking it to the side and splashing droplets of blood onto the wooden
floor. The meister brought his head back facing the zan spirit not at all fazed
as if nothing had happened but he smiled still which continued to piss off Priest
but he lifted himself off the meister. Priest disappeared slowly into the night
only casting one last pitying glance to his owner behind him who stared as
before at the ceiling. Four weeks later Priest felt himself being carried off
somewhere and he knew he was strapped to his partner sighing to himself hating
what his owner had become. Before the two use to be so close but after the
suspicious activity of his owner started the demon weapon felt as though the
two had drifted apart. A while after the motion stop and he was placed into a
glass chamber that housed a suspiciously black colored liquid in it. Priest was
highly curious as to why his owner had stopped and tried to materialize out of
his weapon form. The process wasn't working as he thought it would which
agitated him even more and tried repeatedly but the results were all a failure.
The meister was moving all about the hidden lab deep in the forest around Shibusen
which he had used for private experiments and was using his own partner for one
at the moment. The lab was highly equipped with gizmos and gadgets that looked
very complex and beeped occasionally. The steel floor was polished giving off a
dull reflection as the fluorescent lights shined onto it from high up. The meister
was smiling to himself obviously pleased with the current breakthrough he had
but hoped the process would work to his expectations.





Brightly colored buttons were displayed on the panel he
typed on wheeling back over to the main screen which was as large as the one
used in movie theaters. As soon as he was finally satisfied his calculations
were correct he wheeled back over to the panel. His finger was hovering over
the initiate button that would start the process to that could make history.
The process was to melt down demon weapons and merge them with the black blood
he acquired during a raid on a witch HQ. This would make sure they would never
have to go back to being just plain weapons but weapons with higher combat
capabilities. Praying quickly that the process would work he pressed the button
and the liquid that was in the glass chamber Priest was placed in glowed.
Different colors were shifted through as the machine hummed loudly but settled
onto a bright cyan color that glowed very brightly. Priest was still in his
inner world cursing his partner to death and at the point wanted to kill him
for the scumbag he was. Although oblivious to what was going on outside he knew
something was wrong immediately as he could materialize out. The meister had an
ulterior motive in mind as small beads of sweat rolled down his forehead but he
impatiently wiped them away with his sleeve. The experiment was illegal of
course but if the results proved successful it would not matter. Priest started
to feel strange as if he was a million miles away from his body while his inner
world was fading away from sight. The demonwas being forcibly brought out into
the real world materializing from the black blood that coursed through his
veins. Gazing about the chamber he was placed in the spirit was holding his
breathe noticing he himself was holding onto his weapon form. Gazing through
the liquid Priest could only make out a blurry form that stood in front of him
looking at the chamber it seemed. Moments later the machine stopped humming and
a steam rose from the chamber as the fluid in the chamber turned red signaling
the process was complete. The meister was nervous with anticipation as he was
not moving for a quite a while but soon stood up. Pressing his hand to a purple
button on the far left of the pad the fluid was rushed out of the chamber
though vents on the bottom. Priest who was suspended in the liquid holding on fell
to the ground onto his knees gasping for breath gulping down great lungfuls of
cool stale air. Looking up his gaze was level with his partner who gazed back
down smiling from ear to ear at the demon weapon. Priest was naked which was a
surprise to him since when he came from his weapon form he always had clothes
on. Managing to get his bearings and getting the strength to talk he asked in a
harsh, tired, and strained voice "What have you done?"








"I have brought you to over to the real world my loyal partner.
You are the first of many demon weapons, I will liberate and use for my
bidding. With my loyal army I shall be the true ruler of Death City!" the meister
said maniacally. There was a true evil gleam in his eye the same dangerous
excitement from when he had pinned him to the ground. But this time he seemed
very well off his rocker thinking he could take down the town from
Shinigami-sama. Priest was beyond pissed and with every fiber of his being he
was going to kill the meister before him. "You crazy ass piece of shit I'm
gonna kill you!" Priest had gained more strength into his voice as he
stood up brandishing his guns. The meister smiled at him as if it was all a
joke a smile Priest really wanted to wipe off his face. "You cannot kill
me my boy for if you do what will happen to you?" Priest in his moment of
rage actually hesitated thinking the situation over with great clarity until it
finally dawned on him. That was the mistake as soon as he had dropped his guard
the meister lunged at him grabbing him by his throat and free hand flipping the
now tangible man. Priest hit the steel floor hard knocking his head on it but
it was nothing he couldn't handle but something was wrong this time or rather
different. When Priest hit the floor he felt as if the impact was softened
somewhat and felt almost nothing. While looking through a squinted eye, while
the meister brought his shoe crashing into the male's chest causing a woosh of
air to leave his body and he gasped out blood also. The blood came out black
much to his surprise as it hovered in the air before sharpening into needles
coming at the meister. Priest lay
motionless for a second as if unconscious but he was just feigning it. It was
enough to fool the meister that dodged away talking about how close he had been
to killing his own partner.


Priest rose up quickly taking off with a running head start.
The meister turned around quickly surprised which was the chance he had
capitalized on thrusting the gun in his right hand into the meister’s throat.
The demon weapon pulled the trigger sending a bullet of dark soul wavelength
aimed right for the throat and with great accuracy pierced right through the
center. The now dead meister gurgled one last time before blood flowed from the
wound and his mouth. The weapon stood there for a bit watching the meister fall
dead his crimson blood spilling over the steel floor in a pool around it. Priest
breathing calmly now cast a cold glance at the body before grabbing a spare
change of clothes from a room he found in the lab. Deciding to hide the body he
went over and grabbed the now dead man by the wrist but to his surprise the
body evaporated and now in its place was a blue soul. Priest figured the soul
would be red since his partner was evil but maybe that was not the case. The
soul hypnotized the weapon until he could not take it anymore and ate the soul.
From then on a dark explosion surrounded him with his soul manifesting around
him a large dome shaped structure. The dome was white but it was turning black
with red streaks across like slash marks. Priest gripped his head as the change
occurred from demon weapon to dark weapon. It was over within a few moments but
it seemed priest was no longer the same person he was before. A cold smile ran
over his face similar to the one his partner had. Taking one last glance at the
lab he flipped a switch that activated some sort of self destruct sequence and
disappeared with a very fast sprint. Gaining more than enough ground he stopped
before looking back while an explosion echoed through the woods. Now thinking
to himself of what his life would become Priest was his own person and his life
was going to be one hell of a roller coaster he thought as he walked on not
looking back.


Fighting Style: Jeet Kune Do is not an organized institution that one can be a member
of. Either you understand or you don't, and that is that. There is no
mystery about my style. My movements are simple, direct and
non-classical. The extraordinary part of it lies in its simplicity.
Every movement in Jeet Kune-Do is being so of itself. There is nothing
artificial about it. I always believe that the easy way is the right
way. Jeet Kune-Do is simply the direct expression of one's feelings
with the minimum of movements and energy. The closer to the true way of
Kung Fu, the less wastage of expression there is. Finally, a Jeet Kune
Do man who says Jeet Kune Do is exclusively Jeet Kune Do is simply not
with it. He is still hung up on his self-closing resistance, in this
case anchored down to reactionary pattern, and naturally is still bound
by another modified pattern and can move within its limits.
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Roleplay Sample:


It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to come alive as the
pale moonlight shined down upon the town. The sky seem to open up revealing a
dark void of shadows. The shadows hissed and laughed, but he didn't move his
lips. The dark coating cast by the absence of light, pulled away from his body
in casing him in a black suit. The air swirled upward, bringing the rotten
smell of dead corpses with it. His raven hair was slicked downward giving him a
somewhat emo-fringe. Stuck in each ear was a pair of white headphone buds. The
music, to anyone else was nonexistent but to him they were extremely loud


His upper body was built athletically and wore a
black-purple long sleeved button-up shirt with crimson cufflings and black
buttons, rolled up to his elbows, and half tucked in his pants. Black baggy
cargo pants that, to some extend, hung low on his body creating a urban metal
appearance completed his wardrobe. Shortly thereafter, his clothes began to
gently flow with the faint wind that was now circulating very slowly, making
his hair move with it. He brushed back his black hair revealing his face
completely. The clouds passed and his face lit up in the moonlight, casting an
eerie expression followed by a nonchalant smile. A soft sound fell on death's
ears as his mouth inched open to speak. Along with this process, his vocal box
vibrated as a quiet but deep sound escaped through his lips. "This seems
like a perfect night for massacre music. Shame on us, doomed from the start.
May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts."








The clouds slowly past in front of the luminescent moon and
his eyes glowed even more, the wind howling loudly in his ears opening the
bottom of his shirt. Searching the streets below, the dark weapon found a young
female walking alone. He smirked slightly and threw himself toward her
descending rapidly through the air. Opening his mouth widely hanging his tongue
out, it flapped wildly in the passing wind that followed his descent. He
preformed a front flip and landed on his feet gently not making a sound,
bending his legs as he made impact to soften the fall. Sliding his hands inside
his pockets was the only sound he made and from the brushing noise the female
was aware of his presence. This action startled her and she turned abruptly
toward him. His posture was straight and a shadow laid in place on his face.
The expression was of no feeling or meaning to it. From the shroud of the
shadows he inspected her.





"Um can you help me? I seem to have lost my way I'm
suppose to be waiting for my mom..." The young female said hesitantly
constantly looking around. Priest hummed softly and replied in the girl's
voice, "How much of human life is lost in waiting?"


"Huh? What did you say?" She said timidly, while
shivering in the night's breeze, holding her body tightly. The air swirled
around her as he stepped a little closer, the shadows hugged his face. She
didn't quite catch the fact that this man was mimicking her voice. Priest spoke
once more in his cloned tone, "In this world of change, nothing which
comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost..."





The young female was about to reply when Priest lifted his
head slowly. She began to scrunch up her face to scream but before she could he
had already made his move and sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, moving in
close at an unpredictable and silent speed in which she did not react to in
time, the man cut her off mid scream. He feasted on her quietly ravaging every
scrap left. The scenes fades to black and Priest opens his eyes, he laid in his
quarters quietly, music was softly playing in his headphones. The dark weapon
was only dreaming, he smirked and turned over to change the song on his audio
device, before dosing back off to sleep.




It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to come alive as the
pale moonlight shined down upon the town. The sky seem to open up revealing a
dark void of shadows. The shadows hissed and laughed, but he didn't move his
lips. The dark coating cast by the absence of light, pulled away from his body
in casing him in a black suit. The air swirled upward, bringing the rotten
smell of dead corpses with it. His raven hair was slicked downward giving him a
somewhat emo-fringe. Stuck in each ear was a pair of white headphone buds. The
music, to anyone else was nonexistent but to him they were extremely loud


His upper body was built athletically and wore a
black-purple long sleeved button-up shirt with crimson cufflings and black
buttons, rolled up to his elbows, and half tucked in his pants. Black baggy
cargo pants that, to some extend, hung low on his body creating a urban metal
appearance completed his wardrobe. Shortly thereafter, his clothes began to
gently flow with the faint wind that was now circulating very slowly, making
his hair move with it. He brushed back his black hair revealing his face
completely. The clouds passed and his face lit up in the moonlight, casting an
eerie expression followed by a nonchalant smile. A soft sound fell on death's
ears as his mouth inched open to speak. Along with this process, his vocal box
vibrated as a quiet but deep sound escaped through his lips. "This seems
like a perfect night for massacre music. Shame on us, doomed from the start.
May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts."








The clouds slowly past in front of the luminescent moon and
his eyes glowed even more, the wind howling loudly in his ears opening the
bottom of his shirt. Searching the streets below, the dark weapon found a young
female walking alone. He smirked slightly and threw himself toward her
descending rapidly through the air. Opening his mouth widely hanging his tongue
out, it flapped wildly in the passing wind that followed his descent. He
preformed a front flip and landed on his feet gently not making a sound,
bending his legs as he made impact to soften the fall. Sliding his hands inside
his pockets was the only sound he made and from the brushing noise the female
was aware of his presence. This action startled her and she turned abruptly
toward him. His posture was straight and a shadow laid in place on his face.
The expression was of no feeling or meaning to it. From the shroud of the
shadows he inspected her.





"Um can you help me? I seem to have lost my way I'm
suppose to be waiting for my mom..." The young female said hesitantly
constantly looking around. Priest hummed softly and replied in the girl's
voice, "How much of human life is lost in waiting?"


"Huh? What did you say?" She said timidly, while
shivering in the night's breeze, holding her body tightly. The air swirled
around her as he stepped a little closer, the shadows hugged his face. She
didn't quite catch the fact that this man was mimicking her voice. Priest spoke
once more in his cloned tone, "In this world of change, nothing which
comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost..."





The young female was about to reply when Priest lifted his
head slowly. She began to scrunch up her face to scream but before she could he
had already made his move and sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, moving in
close at an unpredictable and silent speed in which she did not react to in
time, the man cut her off mid scream. He feasted on her quietly ravaging every
scrap left. The scenes fades to black and Priest opens his eyes, he laid in his
quarters quietly, music was softly playing in his headphones. The dark weapon
was only dreaming, he smirked and turned over to change the song on his audio
device, before dosing back off to sleep.

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