Piercing Fate.

Name: Sting
Age: 16
Species: Weapon
Soul: Piercing Soul
Abilities: Soul Pierce, Soul Bind

I always knew that I was a weapon. I came from a small, unknown region from a long line of weapons; Rapiers to be exact. Ever since Medieval times, my fathers and mother have been Rapiers, though during this generation, is seems that tradition was broken. My mother married a drill weapon. He was a nice man, but it seems that the effects of his genes and my heritage created me, a Drill Rapier. My blade is still slim like that of a Rapier, though now it is more solid and curled... Like that of a drill. I find it quite useful, since it allows easier piercing. Piercing. Let's talk about that. A signature soul ability of my family has been the Piercing Soul, an ability that allows me to pierce straight into someone's soul and pluck it from their body, bypassing physical harm to them, but leaving them dead nonetheless. This ability was only enhanced from the Drill Rapier that I was, allowing me now to drill straight through some of the toughest materiel. My family was a special sort of rapier able to pierce through thick armors, though I am able to pierce through 12 inches of steel... with a good, hefty sum of drilling. Now, I came here to this village to collect souls, for it seemed to be my purpose... To become a deathscythe and pass on what I know to the weapons striving to be in that position. I felt it was too dangerous for someone like me to be wielded by a technician, so I just decided that I would work alone. It seems that I can change my bodyparts into either a Drill or a Rapier, so I am not confined to just being a full Drill Rapier... I wonder if it will be useful to me in the future. No matter. I have to collect souls. I have to get stronger and... I must continue my family's good name.