Chapter 2
"Vem är du? Jag är Döden"
The Seventh Seal 1957
Now that a brief glimpse into mine and my partner's past has been revealed, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Vladimir Blutmesser, I'm 20 years old and I'm possibly one of the most introverted and morbid individuals one could cross paths with. At least, things weren't always that way. However since my Meister's passing, my persona has altered. Before that, I was lively, high-spirited, and frequently jubilant. Since then, I've become cynical, brooding, and full of dark humor. I don't know if it's my altered personality, or what the reason is, but now people tend to avoid me like the plague. Yet aside from the shift in my demeanor, I've remained mostly the same appearance wise. Last I checked; I was still tall, slender, pale as a ghost, with multiple piercings, raven black hair, and gray eyed. My tendency to frequently wear black still exists by the way. In fact, I'm donning my routine attire: a long sleeve shirt underneath a military waistcoat, jeans, steel toe boots, and a pair of leather, fingerless gloves.
The only physical changes that have taken place after four years are the scars that run along the left side of my body, the one over my eye, and some tattoos I've acquired. The first one, which is on my back, is of a longsword piercing into a human skull. My second one is on my right bicep: it's that of the crescent moon with its sinister grin. That one I got because of how often Sareena joked and commented on me being nocturnal. The third is on my other bicep, and it's the logo of the DWMA. Along my left forearm is a black coffin with a scarlet colored skull. Lastly, on the center of my chest, is a tribute to my Sareena. It's a raven flying next to a dove and they're both holding a skeleton key in their beaks. Often times I deliberately keep my tattoos covered, but every now and then they're exposed for others to see.
As for my weapon form, I transform into a Zweihänder longsword. Thanks to my fairly tall stature, I turn into a nearly 6 foot tall double-edged blade. My blade is lustrous, as is the pommel which is in the shape of a skull. The cross guard is pitch black along with the handle which is wrapped in leather. On the sides of the cross guard are silver side rings that provide protection to the wielder. For extra defense, along the blade are two protruding hooks that are meant to catch an opponent's weapon. According to Lord Death, I am the first and only known Zweihänder to become a Death Scythe.
So now you have a better understanding of who and why I'm the way I am. If you're still listening and interested, I will now begin to tell my tale of how someone lingered into my life which exponentially altered my once bleak outlook on my existence.