Crona's blood has been entirely replaced with 'Black Blood' which both protects Crona from physical harm and provides a degree of healing. Ragnarok, originally a normal weapon, was melted into the black blood before the transfusion, which causes their symbiotic nature. This also allows them to do attacks using the Black Blood exclusive to them.
Weaponry Skills: Swordsmanship Mastery/The Three Sword Style
Despite Crona's personality, he has been seen as a powerful swordsman and wields a powerful Demon Sword. Crona dons three versions of Ragnarok in sword form, the two additional swords held by appendages of Black Blood. He displays an unorthodox style, and Crona often uses erratic movements as well as his own Black Blood to combat an opponent. Crona's abilities are on the level of a master, but not by any means infallible. Truthfully, he has no formal training and his skills are all his own.
Thorn Vector Whip Mastery
Inherited by his mother, Medusa Gorgon, and combined with the abilities of Ragnarok, Crona has the ability to manipulate vector-like thorns in combat much like vector arrows. These Thorn Vectors are ridiculously strong. It is also fast enough to catch even the fast and agile by surprise. However, they are not indestructible, just take a great deal of spirit ability to do so.
Exceptional Soul Wavelength
Crona's Wavelength expands due to his insanity increasing. Showing that the more he sinks into insanity the stronger he becomes.
Other Skills
Resonance Flexibility: Crona is able to resonate his soul wavelength with others of varying compatibility.
Immense Durability: Due to the black blood within Crona, his durability is much above that of a human's. It is described that hitting Crona with ones bare hands feeling like punching lead. Crona's body is able to harden so that swords and sharp implements cannot cut through him completely, and is capable of stopping blades with his bare hands.
Techniques (w/Ragnarok)
Screech Alpha: Same as the Screech Beta but launched at the enemy as a projectile with explosive results.
Screech Beta: A powerful slash in the form of a mouth.
Screech Gamma: A multi-slashing attack that releases sound waves in succession.
Screech Delta: Crona uses his three arms to fire numerous sound waves in all directions.
Black Dragon: A soul resonance where Ragnarok absorbs all human soul eggs and morph into a dragon-form. All of Crona's attacks are enhanced.
Bloody Needle: This attack can only be performed when Crona's blood has been spilled, transforming it into black needles that stab through the opponent if they get too close. Crona's bloody needles are almost whirlwind-like shaped and can change direction to follow the enemy even if they miss the first shot.
Bloody Slicer: Crona will cut his own wrist and then make a flinging motion with the arm, when this happens Ragnarok will change the blood into a blade for medium ranged attacks.
Bloody Lance: With his writs cut, he flings it in a circle and a huge black-blood thorn appears in their front launching itself like a dart towards the enemy.
Bloody Coat: Crona manifests black blood and creates a cloak-like shield with it (with the bottom collar shaped like arrows). It is able to withstand substantial damage.
Mad Blood: Crona's lower half becomes bloated like a flower's bud with three kishin eyes on it. When hit, the target becomes trapped in a huge black-blood ball that emanates madness. This attack can grow powerful enough to swallow entire cities.
Rose Thorn Storm: This attack works the same way as Medusa's Vector Storm, with the addition of a few thorns sprouting blooming Roses made of black blood.
Thorn Defense: Crona's second defensive technique. Crona crosses his arms as multiple thorn arrows appear from beneath his robe and shoot upwards in front of Crona like a fence, allowing them to block multiple frontal attacks.
Network/Actionspam Sample: [An odd form is seen, odd for the fact a thin, lanky youth is seen with a slender black form appearing over their shoulder with a white 'x' on its face and white bulging eyes with black 'x' for a pupil in each. White gloved hands rest on slender shoulders, and the lavender haired youth steadfastly avoids eye contact with the camera.]
I didn't want to do this. Ragnarok wanted to...
[The black figure is seen pushing the youth's head down and away as it surges forward toward the camera, a large seam forming into an inhuman, wide mouth.]
Ignore the pathetic Crona. He's not the interesting one. I am! I am Ragnarok, the most fantastic Demon Sword in existence. All hail the great Ragnarok!
[The video feed cuts on Ragnarok's insane little 'gupi, gupi, gupi' laughter while Crona cringes and turns more fully from the camera while reaching out to turn it off.]
Prose Log Sample: Crona watched as the image of Maka faded away, the ball of Black Blood closing in to fully encompass the Moon with Crona and Asura within it. An eternal prison made for the Kishin and the one who would have been. Tears welled up in Crona's eyes as he let Maka go, pushing away at the hope of her words that she would find a way to free Crona. It was alright, because he was already saved. Maka had already saved him over and over.
"Its my time to save you now," he said to no one as the dome closed him in with only the insane for company. He knew that over time the insanity would eat away at him as well, leaving him unable to be saved ever again. But it was alright.
"Its going to be alright. Everything will be alright, Maka." Crona then closed his eyes and let the tears fall as his head bowed. He brought his closed hands in against his chest, just standing there as he mourned the life that could have been out in the sun with his friends, if only different choices had been made. If only he hadn't succumbed to Medusa and the madness. If only he'd been a stronger person, a better friend.
"Ragnarok. You can come out now. Won't you talk to me again?" Crona asked in a small voice. Without Maka, Ragnarok was all he had, and he'd been so quiet lately. Ragnarok was hardly ever quiet. It just wasn't in his nature to be. He had thoughts and opinions all his own and never shied from showing them. Now Crona feared that he would never hear them again and truly be left alone.
Then that all too familiar black form sprouted from his back and Crona gave a sob of relief as Ragnarok pushed down on his head further, looking away from Crona and his tears. "Stupid Crona, always crying, you crybaby." Crona smiled though he sobbed a bit harder, because at least now he wouldn't be all alone with the Kishin, Asura.
{ [CANON] Crona Gorgon/Ragnarok || Soul Eater || reserve || 2 of 2 }
Network/Actionspam Sample: [An odd form is seen, odd for the fact a thin, lanky youth is seen with a slender black form appearing over their shoulder with a white 'x' on its face and white bulging eyes with black 'x' for a pupil in each. White gloved hands rest on slender shoulders, and the lavender haired youth steadfastly avoids eye contact with the camera.]
I didn't want to do this. Ragnarok wanted to...
[The black figure is seen pushing the youth's head down and away as it surges forward toward the camera, a large seam forming into an inhuman, wide mouth.]
Ignore the pathetic Crona. He's not the interesting one. I am! I am Ragnarok, the most fantastic Demon Sword in existence. All hail the great Ragnarok!
[The video feed cuts on Ragnarok's insane little 'gupi, gupi, gupi' laughter while Crona cringes and turns more fully from the camera while reaching out to turn it off.]
Prose Log Sample: Crona watched as the image of Maka faded away, the ball of Black Blood closing in to fully encompass the Moon with Crona and Asura within it. An eternal prison made for the Kishin and the one who would have been. Tears welled up in Crona's eyes as he let Maka go, pushing away at the hope of her words that she would find a way to free Crona. It was alright, because he was already saved. Maka had already saved him over and over.
"Its my time to save you now," he said to no one as the dome closed him in with only the insane for company. He knew that over time the insanity would eat away at him as well, leaving him unable to be saved ever again. But it was alright.
"Its going to be alright. Everything will be alright, Maka." Crona then closed his eyes and let the tears fall as his head bowed. He brought his closed hands in against his chest, just standing there as he mourned the life that could have been out in the sun with his friends, if only different choices had been made. If only he hadn't succumbed to Medusa and the madness. If only he'd been a stronger person, a better friend.
"Ragnarok. You can come out now. Won't you talk to me again?" Crona asked in a small voice. Without Maka, Ragnarok was all he had, and he'd been so quiet lately. Ragnarok was hardly ever quiet. It just wasn't in his nature to be. He had thoughts and opinions all his own and never shied from showing them. Now Crona feared that he would never hear them again and truly be left alone.
Then that all too familiar black form sprouted from his back and Crona gave a sob of relief as Ragnarok pushed down on his head further, looking away from Crona and his tears. "Stupid Crona, always crying, you crybaby." Crona smiled though he sobbed a bit harder, because at least now he wouldn't be all alone with the Kishin, Asura.