Alright, I'm once again starting a new story. Yeah, I know, I should stick to my other fics but I can get so easily distracted when I start watching a different anime. Before, it was Bleach, hence Bleach 11-4. Lately, it's been Soul Eater, and I just have to write a story for it now. No Soul Eater OC stories seem to be updating so I decided to write my own. I'll be accepting OC's and will also be deciding who gets paired up with who. Sound fun?

Chapter 1: Leaving Home

It was dark, silent and in the darkness there seemed to be a feeling of warmth. Comfort. Then the alarm went off. Abruptly, the annoying sound was silenced and a sigh was heard. "Time to get up." A male voice said, slightly high but with some deeper tones mixed in, followed by the sound of sheets being carefully pushed aside.

Stepping out of his bed, Michael Raven the 5th reached down and turned on his bedside lamp, bathing his room in a dull, but adequate light. He was quite tall, nearly six and half feet, and had equally tall black hair, running smoothly down his back. His skin appeared tan in the weak light and his green eyes gazed over into the depths of his still darkened room. Shadows fell on his body, showing that he was quite muscular though his height made him come across as quite lanky and skinny.

Walking to his closet, he pushed the wooden folding doors to either side, revealing neat rows of clothes. Shirts, jackets, and pants hung from racks while gloves and silk bands rested on shelves. Beneath them, arranged in pairs, sat black dress shoes. Within moments, Michael had easily slipped into his clothes, which consisted of a matching dark blue jacket and pants, like one might find at a fancy school. Raising his throat slightly, he buttoned the jacket until it was securely wrapped around his throat. Selecting a pair of gloves and silk band, he deftly pulled them onto his hands. Then, with a swing of his head, he grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled it together until he reached within a foot of the end, there he quickly tied the headband, keeping his hair in place. Throwing the now secure ponytail behind him, he made to leave his room. Suddenly, his head jerked to the side.

The light of his lamp reflected off the door handle, which he had just begun to reach for. But, barely visible thanks to the light, a tiny speck of dust rested on the gleaming bronze. "Tch." The long haired boy allowed a corner of his mouth to drop in disapproval. "No, that won't do." Leaning down, he inspected the offending piece of grit. With a quick movement, he reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a black, silk handkerchief. Directing a corner of it with his finger, he quickly wiped the dirt away. "Better." Straightening and replacing his handkerchief in one movement, he opened the door.

Stepping into a brightly lit room, he sat down at a longer than needed table, taking a seat at one of the ends. A glistening chandelier hung above the table, upon which was set fine china, set in precise order. "I trust you slept well Michael?" On the other end of the table, a large man sat, the light shining off his glasses. He wore a deep burgundy, two piece suit, complete with a golden tie. His hair was grey and equally as long as his Michaels, though tied with a golden ribbon. His hands were in front of him, fingertips resting against another to form an arch shape. His eyes were also green, though slightly duller, though no less piercing for it.

Michael bowed his head respectably. "Yes Father. Thank you. May I inquire to how your own night faired?" The older man nodded in assent.

"You may. I slept soundly enough, though my mind has been filled with thoughts of this day. So I assume then that you are not anxious about what today may hold?" He looked intently at his son, eyes unwavering.

Michael stared right back. "Of course not Father. You have trained me for this very day and I feel prepared in every way. I promise that I will uphold the family honor and make you proud." He bowed his head again, in respect.

His father let his hands drop, mouth set in what could possibly be called a smile. "I know you will Michael. Now let us enjoy our breakfast. Then, your future awaits. Enough talk. We will speak again later."

Michael nodded, were another might have said something in response. He had great respect for his father and was raised in a strict household. When his father said enough talk, then there was simply no more to be said. He'd been trained to think before speaking, and then only if spoken to. If he felt that he absolutely needed to speak out of place, then he would request to do so, like when he asked if he could know how his father had slept. Simple questions like that, which were taken for granted in most households, were respectably asked, with the question giving his father the opportunity to decline if he did not wish, or did not care, to answer it.

Breakfast was a dish of fruit, sliced apples today, and warm biscuits served with excellent white gravy. It was a dish, among many, that Michael knew how to cook. He knew every step that came to preparing a meal. From where to buy the ingredients, the price, the preparation(of both the food, dish placement, and time), and what drink would best go with it. Taking a fork and knife in hand, he carefully cut the biscuits into bite sized bites, before he began to eat. There was no "Pass the salt" or "Nice day we're having" while they ate. Just the sounds of silver ware clinking lightly together and of quiet chewing. While such a silence would be considered awkward or uncomfortable for most people, it was something that Michael was very much use to.

When they had both finished their plates, Michael(the 4th) snapped his fingers. A serving maid walked in, grabbing the plates and utensils, bringing them to the kitchen. Next she grabbed the glasses and tea pot and went away with them as well. Throughout this, the two Raven's sat quietly, waiting for her to leave before speaking. When the table was cleared, the elder Michael stood. He was noticeably taller than his son, standing a good half foot taller. "Walk with me Son. I wish to discuss things of importance before your departure today." He then strode out to a balcony, standing with his arms behind his back. Michael obediently followed, careful to not invade his Father's space. Below them was Death City, with the smiling sun just now starting to rise into the sky.

He then stood patiently behind him, knowing his Father would call him beside him when he had gathered his thoughts. "Stand next to me. I have some last minute guidance to bestow upon you." The younger Michael stepped to his Father's side, looking pointedly ahead as his Father was.

After a few moments of silence, Michael decided that his Father wished for him to speak first, otherwise he'd would have spoken himself. "If I may, what could I need to know that you have not already taught me, Father?" He kept his voice level. It would not do if his Father thought him confused or impudent.

Sighing, his father placed his hands on the balcony railing. "It's nothing you don't already know. I just want to further impress a very important lesson upon you. Today you will be attending one of the Death Weapon Meister Academy's gatherings, were you will attempt to find a Meister that you are compatible with. A simple test of if they can wield you will do, though the decision will be theirs. Now, whether you accept them or not will be up to you. I cannot guide you after you leave here, only offer advice. You will likely be serving this person for the rest of your life. I trust you'll make the right choice. Be sure that you do not become too close to your Meister though, otherwise you will bring shame on this family, whose name has become well known because of our hard work and devotion. Now go Michael. Your belongings will be prepared to be shipped out to your Meister's home when you find one."

Michael bowed solemnly, aware that he would not be likely see his father in a long time. "Thank you for your teachings Father. I will uphold our name and do my duty as a Weapon." Without another word, he turned around and left, heading down the streets and soon entering his Father's vision as he walked towards the DWMA.

Looking down at him, his Father was pleased to see his son's confident stride, knowing he was watching him. "Make me proud son. I can only hope that you don't make the same mistakes that I did."

Well, what did you think? I hope I didn't do too bad a job. I'm really not sure right now if I will create Michael's partner but I'm open to suggestions if someone would like to submit one. A few things that are set in stone though. His Meister has to be a girl, that is certain. I would prefer her personality to offset his own, so no emo back stories and personality please. Maybe someone with an upbeat personality who's used to a tough life or something like that. Just use your imagination. Either way, I will be accepting OC's. Yay! The form is below and I will be accepting about 2 other teams for the main teams. I will be using Michael's as an example, also so that you can better build a partner for him if that's what you want to do. Be creative! Also, please send them to me by PM. Thank you.

Name: Michael Raven the 5th

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Meister or Weapon: Weapon

Soul Perception: (How Strong is it and how do they perceive it?) Michael has moderately strong Soul Perception and can see souls. This is because of how he easily notices the smallest speck of dirt.

Weapon Form/Abilities(Weapon form is for Weapon's only, obviously, but both can have an ability. No big deal if you don't, it's optional but just don't make it to op. No Meister/Weapon or Black Blood please.) Michael's weapon form is a large flamberge with gold cross guards and a gold hilt. The blade is blackened steel with a silver edge. It has an oversized, diamond shaped tip. When he fights his right leg turns into the sword blade. He is constantly changing in-between his human leg and weaponized leg during a fight. At times, Michael can lengthen the blade to impressive lengths, though it drains him to constantly do so.

Fighting ability: (Rate from 1-10 *'s. One to three is poor or nonexistent, four to five is average, six to eight is very skilled, and nine and ten is expert. Keep in mind, most weapons won't be particularly skilled in this area. Plus, no OC will have 10 *'s. Only when a Meister and Weapon fight as one will they get that strong, and they still might be an eight or nine. Please be reasonable. I know I can't talk, but Michael is supposed to be an Autonomous Weapon, at least in fighting ability.) ******

Quirk: (They have to have something that makes them funny/weak) Neat freak. Michael can't stand dirt and as such keeps everything clean. Even in the middle of a fight, he'll want to clean dust off of himself. As such, he always insist that his Meister shower/bathe after a battle. This can sometimes lead to embarrassing moments but he does his best to be professional about it.

Personality: Michael acts pretty much like a butler/bodyguard to his Meister and his personality reflects that. He irons the clothes, cooks the food, cleans the house, and whatever else is required of him. He is polite when it's called for but he otherwise tries to be emotionless. He will do practically anything his Meister asks of him, no matter how strange. He does harbor feelings for his Meister but does his best to hide them. He can't stand people making advances on his Meister and will often respond violently. He is overprotective, easily jealous, and uncomfortable discussing his feelings. He is also a neat freak. He insist that his Meister shower and/or bathe and will remove the tiniest speck of dust from his own person(say, after or in the middle of a fight). He always carries a silk tissue, though sometimes it's inadequate. He will also fight on his Meister's behalf, if he deems the opponent unworthy of her skills...or he's feeling more protective than usual. This often irritates his Meister, but he truly cares for her. Whenever he has the time, Michael occasionally indulges himself by listening to music. Since he generally doesn't voice his feelings this is a good way for him to think in himself. He acts like nudity doesn't affect him, but can become suitably embarrassed if this happens. He'll do his best to ignore it but he is a young man. He won't stand to have someone else view his Meister if she is in such a state. If this happens, he tends to break things...namely the viewing party.

Appearance/Outfits: Tall(6'5") and comes across as somewhat lanky because of his height, Michael is actually quite muscular, he has emerald green eyes, white skin, and black hair. His hair is long and smooth, falling past his midsection and tied into simple ponytail near the bottom with a blue silk ribbon. He rarely shows emotion and his clothes are always impeccably clean. A white, buttoned up shirt and a dark blue school jacket with golden buttons, likewise buttoned up to his throat. He has matching slacks and black dress shoes. He also wears a pair of black gloves. He sleeps in his underwear and has a pair of dark blue swim trunks with a black stripe going down one leg.

History: (Let's try not to make it to dark here okay? No child abuse, killed parents, blah blah. There can be death but don't overdo it please. Maybe that's why your bubbly character has a serious/sad side once in a while? This doesn't have to be extensive if it doesn't affect your OC that much. If they had a pretty normal past, then a few sentences should suffice.) He was trained by his Father to treat his Meister this way . To put their desires, needs, comfort, and life above his own. His family are known for being weapons of this quality(as they like to put it) and are very proud of the name they've made for themselves. He was taught many valuable skills to be of more use to his Meister. Examples are a skilled fighter, knowledgeable(he studies so that his Meister will have access to this whenever it is needed), loyal to a fault, and an excellent cook.

Likes: Fighting for his Meister, listening to music, cooking, and whenever his Meister is happy.

Dislikes: Pursuers of his Meister's affections, dirt, Kishin, witches, and his feelings that he has for his Meister(it honestly scares him sometimes)

List A Secret This Character Has: Michael finds himself developing feelings for his Meister which he deems unprofessional and a right pain in the ass.

Theme song(s): (Just for fun and it'll help me think of how your character thinks or how you think of them.) Changes-Three Doors Down, Breaking the Habit-Linkin Park, Courtesy Call-Thousand Foot Krutch, Satellite-Rise Against, and Not Gonna Die-Skillet.