Character: Dr. Franken Stein
Series:
Soul EaterCharacter's Age: IDK--30-ish?
Job Title: Moogle Assistant
Canon: Welcome to present day's Death's Weapon-Meister Academy! Where good little weapons and meisters are trained to be all that they can be, working hard to make themselves useful to Shinigami and--oh, try to put an end to Kishin as someone accidentally-on-purpose set him free and insanity is once again ruling the land! This is the world of Soul Eater, where a cast of humans who can become weapons or wield said weapons work for the God of Death himself to weed the corrupt souls out of the world. This, of course, includes beings such as witches, werewolves, and ultimately, the kishin--monsters which feast on innocent souls and-or spread insanity through their own powerful soul. The goal for these young and up-coming students trained to fight these baddies? To become powerful weapons known as Death Scythes and powerful meisters who carry out the judgement of Shinigami and hopefully save the world from insanity along the way.
One professor you would be (un)fortunate in meeting at this Academy is Dr. Franken Stein. A scientist who is quite mad in his own regard and steadily going crazier as insanity spreads, Stein is known for having a general fondness for dissection and experimentation. Despite this, he is in fact the strongest meister the Academy has produced, able to match his soul's wavelength to just about any weapon he wields. As one of Shinigami's more trusted advisers in all that is crazy, he often puts his work as a teacher foremost when dealing with the weapon-meister younglings, showing, pushing them to their limits so that they can become stronger. This somehow gains him a lot of popularity with the kids, despite them knowing that he can and will experiment on them given the chance. Part of this could be because he can act like a complete space-case dope and-or a silly goof--all of these are acts he puts on as the truth of his personality is someone barely clinging to sanity by the edge of his nails.
Writing Sample:
Ooookay... it has come to the attention of the Board of the Soft and Fuzzy Red Pompoms (SFRP for short) that there has been an increasing amount of deaths and-or lack of caring in regards to death or dying in general. It has been voted--unanimously and rather hurriedly upon learning of my intimate interest in their biology and possible ways to alleviate said stressors through more physical means--that I be the one to remedy this.
Doctor Franken Stein. That is the name of the person you will have to deal with first of all upon dying. Think of me as the negotiator of what it will take for you to be revived. That's not to say the SFRP won't revive you, just that they want you to be sure of what you'll be getting yourself into if you keep up the good work of not-surviving. For this purpose, you will each be signing a contract detailing the possible effects and conditions you may or may not find yourselves with after revival. A loss of stature, a change in gender, multiple digits on either hands or feet, additional limbs and fur, perhaps even an organ or two where there hadn’t been one before--these are all symptoms you can expect. Oh, and let’s not forget the more mild ones of sweating, dizziness, shortness of breath, and loss of maidenly virtues in male subjects.
You may have some questions regarding what will happen to you in the time between death and revival. Since you're technically dead at the time and have failed even the most basic courses of Darwinism, I'm sure that no one would mind me working with your body for a bit. I am in need of more test subjects as becoming a part of the SFRP means that my scalpel will have to put towards other uses--they really don't like the touch of cold steel on their pompoms and it may even be a bit more productive for those of you who want to have a more interesting death. So if yours was something as mundane as "Too slow to escape a stampede of mechanical cows," you can always rely on me to make it sound at least a bit more interesting.
Continuing: once you have finished signing the contract, another aspect of my job is also to provide helpful tips on how best to avoid the situation... supposedly. Never mind the fine print. It’s not there for you to unknowingly sign away your soul to the devil. Just your body. Although, it only details out what I myself would plan to do with it, and I do promise to be very gentle. The moogles on the other hand, I can guarantee no reassurance. From how I understand it, if some of you aren’t careful, you may find yourselves kupo out of luck--or maybe even out of life, at this point. As I said, they are very irate.
Now. If you have any questions or complaints, please direct them to the nearest moogle on your way out. And do try to survive the encounter, I wouldn't want to see you again so soon. ♥
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