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PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 12:35 am 

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-The Story-
You don’t know where you are. Just a few seconds ago you had woken up sitting in a chair in the middle of a pure white room. You don’t remember how you got here, that’s for sure, all you remember was that you were living your normal boring life; Not many friends, not much to do, normal, normal, normal…… But then it hits you like a ton of bricks.
YOU DIED.
You start to panic. How could I have died!? No, no, no, no! I’m not dead, not at all! Nope! Totally not dead at all! … … … I’m dead. . . . I’m DEAD. Oh gosh no … I’m dead aren’t I? B-but that’s not fair… I had so much to look forward to… No… “This isn’t fair…” You sob, covering your face and try hard to keep the tears in.
“Who said death was fair?”
Wait… That wasn’t your voice. You look up from your hands towards the figure in a shadowy, black cloak-- a scythe in his hand and standing in front of you just a few feet away.
You feel your heart drop into your stomach.
The figure gives you a small wave. “Hi! Glad I finally have your attention--”

You black out.

When you wake up… he’s still there.
Just as you start feeling your eyes starting to roll back, “Hi! No! No, no, no, no! Please don’t faint again!” The Reaper’s scythe disappears as he holds his arms out flipping his hood off his head in one fluid motion, reveling a seemingly normal human face. “See? Not scary?” He gives a half smile, half grimace. He walks closer to where you’re sitting and looks around at your face.
You try to get away-- you shake and jerk and struggle, but you can’t seem to move away from your spot on the chair.
“Hey, hey. Like I said, not gonna hurt you. Just need to give you orientation, alright?” He says, yellow note cards appear in his hands from nowhere. Glancing at you one more time he clears his throat and speaks. “So you’ve died. Great! Well… Not great for you being all dead and such but umm… Great!…. Okay… Cutting to the chase now. I am the grim reaper! Well... one of many in the world..." He shrugs, "Anyways, you my friend are a neutral soul. You know what that means?” He looks at you.
You blink at him and finally register that he asked you a question; you shake your head.
He leans forward a bit so you both are almost nose to nose. “It means you have done nothing with your life! Ain’t that great?”
You feel blood drain from your face.
“No?” The reaper tilts his head to the side. “Ahem… right. Anyways... Since you are a neutral soul it means you belong nowhere.” He walked over to the nearest white wall and leaned against it casually. “You don’t belong in Heaven. You don’t belong in Hell.” He said counting both out on his robe hidden fingers. “So this is where I come in.” He puts his arms down and taps out a beat on his thighs. “As a member of the Grim Reapers Association, we give you two options. Return to Earth and roam around as a lost soul…” He crosses his arms and looks you dead in the eye. “Or… You can join us and become a grim reaper yourself.”
You are stunned.
“I’ll give you some time to think about it.” The reaper gets up from the wall. His scythe reappears in his hands and he walks away. “Oh, before I go.” He says looking at you over his shoulder. “My name is Marks. Call for me when you’re ready to give an answer.” He vanishes through the wall.

-Plot-
Welcome to the afterlife! Your character; a quintessential ‘Average Joe’, just died and found out they’ve done nothing really substantial in life leading them to become a neutral soul. Bad news; you can’t go to heaven and you can’t go to hell. Good news; you get a second chance. If you choose to become a reaper you get to work towards a good (or bad) afterlife by collecting souls and bringing them where they need to be. Be aware though, being a grim reaper isn’t as easy as it sounds. A Reaper is the active but neutral party of the supernatural world so you’re bound to get mixed up into all kinds of things. Let’s just hope your soul comes out of this in one piece.

-Disclaimer-
This RPG will touch on sensitive topics such as religion, society, psychology, philosophy, and interpretations on life in general. If you are easily offended by any of these things this RPG might not be for you. Please be aware of this.
Thank you.

-Rules-

No cyber bullying
No god modding
Cussing is allowed but don’t go overboard.
At least five sentences or more per post- If not at least be very descriptive
Put “R.I.P” for the code
Please tell me if you’re going to drop the RP if you do or if you’re going to be on hiatus (via. grounding, vacation, internet on computer not working, etc.)
Have fun!

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Name:
Screenname:
Gender:
Age: (Age of soul not age of body. I’ll explain this more below.)
Description:
Personality:
Scythe Forms: (Again will be explained below.)
Past Life: (Who they were before they died aka backstory)
Anything Else:
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Additional RP Information:

Age of soul: All grim reapers do not physically look like their age from their past life (How old they were when they died) but by the age of their soul. For example, your character could've been a teenager when they died but the age of their soul was around early 30s to late 20s so they look so. Same for older people, they could've died at an old age but because their soul is ‘young’ they look young.

Scythe Forms: While we depict reapers to wield big scary scythes with pointy blades this is not always the case. Grim Reapers in this RPG use scythes as information extractors, an item to measure dead souls against, and weapons for protection. As information extractors, the scythe is seen in its traditional form, the reapers use their scythes by touching the soul with it and are then able to see a condensed form of that person’s history (Ex. life goals, family members, good deeds, bad deeds, emotional history, etc.) Measuring a soul compared to your scythe is how a Reaper determines where the soul is sent to-- the scythe being weighed as neutral compared to the human soul and all other spiritual beings (Souls that are lighter than the scythe are generally sent to heaven and those that are heavier than the scythe are generally sent to hell.) As a weapon, a scythe can turn into any attacking or defensive item the reaper knows how to use whether it's a gun or a sword or anything else. (It could be a banana for all I care.)
In a sense, the Scythe is the reapers own soul in a physical form, it is the strongest part of them, but also their weakness.

The Human World: Once you are a reaper you are 'technically' not of the human world anymore. Grim Reaper HQ is located in a separate spirit realm that is only accessible to reapers or creatures working for the reapers. When summoned to collect a soul, reapers are instantly transported to the souls’ location. If a human soul begs a Reaper to extend their life a Reaper has the option to make a deal with that human, but the decision to do to is dependent on the reaper. Language barriers are nonexistent in the spirit world so Reapers can understand and speak all languages in the world including dead languages and the language of the fae.

Creatures of the Supernatural World: As a reaper, you will meet these creatures in your adventures. Some are bad. Some are decent. But all of them will bother you at some point in time or another. A summary like list of these creatures and their descriptions will be put down below. All of these creatures will be put on a ‘Spiritual Scale’. The darker you are on the scale the more malevolent you are, the lighter on the scale the more benevolent you are and vice-versa. (Later on in the RP you can make forms for these creatures.)

Demons: Creatures from the darker side of the spiritual scale. These creatures’ main goal is to tempt a person to do bad deeds so their soul ends up in Hell. Depending on their strength and class demons can go from whispering things in a person’s mind to full on demonic possession of a soul. Demons tend to be more active in the human world than most other supernatural creatures and are quite a nuisance to reapers.

Angels: Creatures from the lighter side of the scale. These creatures main goal is to keep the soul of a person safe. Angels can't do much for a person in the human world besides quietly supporting a soul or whisper good decisions in a person’s ear. Angels in the spiritual world however can heal people of wounds and diseases, banish demons with holy light, and teleport(fly) to anyplace in the world. Most angels stay out of the way of other creatures and are more distant in the human world. Warning- A angel who becomes too attached to a person may become a fallen angel and lose some of his/her abilities.

Creatures of Fae: These creatures come from the entire spectrum of the spiritual scale. Fae have the widest diversity out of all other supernatural creatures, they vary from hobgoblins to brownies (the creatures not the food) to nature spirits and many more. Many of them tend to stay away from cities (They grow weak from iron) but some risk it and blend in with the crowd by using Glamor (Disguising magic.) Reapers don't meet Fae very often because most do not have souls and those that do tend to live for eons.

Humans with Magic: Rare as they are in the modern world, they do exist. Some humans may be able to see creatures of the spirit world such as fae or minor demons or if they are strong enough can also see higher class demons, minor angels, and grim reapers. Some humans can also connect/touch the spirit world and use its power to summon minor supernatural creatures, perform incantations, and use the ancient art of alchemy. Some of these humans are useful to reapers and can be occasionally called upon for assistance for an exchange of magical goods or items.

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PostPosted: Fri Oct 21, 2016 12:45 am 

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Name: Chester Marx (Marks)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Description: Marks is around 5'9 and is pretty thin for his size. Marks’ has short cropped mousy brown hair and kind, grey eyes, and golden tanned skin. Marks’ has a lot of birthmarks and moles that dot around his body, especially on his neck, back, and arms; hence his nickname. Like any normal Grim Reaper, Marks’ wears the universal Reaper uniform – a black hooded robe when on the job. In his past life, when he was still alive, Marks used to dress in whatever clothes he owned that were not too filthy or stained, being somewhat of a slob. Though now he has become a Reaper, Marks makes an effort to try harder to have a clean outwards appearance and tends to wear graphic tees, beanies, sandals, and khakis when he is off duty or undercover in the mortal realm. One of the few precious things he kept from his mortal life is his vast collection of assorted silly bands which he wore frequently before he passed.
Personality: Marks is best described as a 'Lolo Buggah' or Hawaiian for 'stupid, crazy guy'. Marks’ was always the odd one out as a kid. He never had many friends and was often ignored by his peers. In order to feel important he'd pull off crazy stunts and act like a idiot to attract attention... And let's just say bad habits die hard. All though Marks’ over the top personality has tone down over the years-- working as a reaper, he still tends to be a little loud and wacky when he feels alone, scared, or threatened-- making inappropriate jokes or saying insensitive things.
Scythe Forms: Lei o Mano (Traditional Hawaiian shark tooth club) [weapon] and silver scythe silly-band [light weight accessory] .
Past Life (Backstory): Chester was originally born in Washington DC to his mother (a part time waitress) and his father (a US soldier). From a young age, Chester got used to moving around across the country due to his father's job in the army. At the age of ten his family was relocated to the mainland of Hawaii in a sleepy coastal town. When Chester first arrived he was immediately labeled as a 'Haole' or a foreigner and was teased mercilessly by schoolmates because of his birthmarks. His father chastised him for letting himself be bullied and resented him for not being stronger. When he was 15 his father was called away to war in Iraq and was later killed during an air strike. When his mother found out about the news she fell into a deep depression and relied on Chester to support them. He went off to get a job at a sixteen and dropped high school soon after. His mother passed away when he was 21 due to illness and he moved away to California to get away from his empty home in Hawaii. Chester died when he was 24 in an armed store robbery, trying to escape through the back door.
Anything Else: When confronted head on he usually shies away. He was a bit of a drunk when he was mortal so he has a weakness and aversion to the stuff. Hawaii was one of the largest influences his life.
Code: R.I.P.

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Name: Todd Hazlett

Screen name: dreamgurl42

Gender: Male

Age: Eleven

Description: Todd is 4'3 and weighs a healthy 70 lb. He has tan skin because he enjoys playing outside during recess and challenges his small body to the limits when playing out on the field and has scars and cuts from past accidents by doing so. One of the most definitive scars he has is under his chin. He slim for a growing boy and has short, light brown hair, grey eyes, a couple crooked teeth. Soft pink lips and rosy cheeks.

Personality: He cares a lot about others and can be a pleasure to talk to. As impressive as that his age shows by his competitive side. He can be cocky and become a poor sport when he losing in a game. Todd is shameless when it comes to cursing. As far as finding himself, as a person, he doesn't know if he could truly define who he is. Since his literal work or finding a proper word for a certain situation, he tends to struggle expressing himself. However, he does daydream a lot and worries over events that might not even happen. Even though Todd has a bit of an unrealistic thinking process he is a bright, young boy with hopes of a big future that will turn of his life around.

Scythe Forms: A baseball bat.

Past Life: Todd was a young, healthy, ten year old boy that loved to play hard and lived to the fullest in everything he did. He was the only child to parents that had him by mistake. Parents that were strict and neglected him often because they silently blamed him for ending their exciting career as sport extremists. Todd tried grabbing his parents love and attention multiple times, but would often fail. Ultimately, he became one of his elementary schools biggest sports hot shot in a desperate attempt to have his parents’ love. Of course, he keeps that a secret.

One day after completing fifth grade, on his graduation, he finally saw his parents attend one ceremony and he felt like the happiest person on earth. That was the highlight of his day and he wore the biggest smile out of all the kids on stage. After the ceremony his parents promised him that his reward would be to take him out for dinner. His favorite pizza buffet. Before taking his leave with his parents, a classmate asked him to go to the playground for an hour or so. Since some of his classmates were going to different schools and this was their last day, he took the opportunity.

The hour rolled by when Todd was dared to a 'swingers contest' (chicken style) to see who could swing the highest without falling off. Todd loved to take on a nice challenge, so he took the dare and went against the other boy. With the crowd cheering them on, Todd proudly walked over to the swings, sat down, and began to full heartedly. Each kick was determined and pumped with each push the swing seat back and forth with momentum. As the show rolled on cheers rose up from the crowd of students below as Todd swing higher and higher. He threw his kicks with more power shaking the swinger's bars, his force alone making his and the other swings tremble in place. Just when Todd was about to give up, the other boy leaped off the swing's seat then rolled on the sand below. Some minor cuts and bruises as a result.

With a victory cry Todd was about to swing off his seat until the swing looped on top of Todd making him fall off his seat and down towards the ground. Todd fell head first on a colorful metal bar below, his body hitting the ground at an odd angle, his spine breaking. Todd couldn't breathe. He instantly became blind. The pain that shot up in shockwaves was unbearable, he couldn't think. At first, he tried to move his arms so he could push himself up thinking. "No big deal." A catch phrase he said so often to himself, but when he tried (oh did he try so hard) he couldn't find the strength to do it. All he could do was taste the warm gushing blood in his mouth, smell the bitter coppery scent that invaded his senses, and he hear the horrifying screams of his friends. Although this was the worst pain Todd had ever felt, it was quick. He eased into eternal slumber easier than most nights without promise of waking up the next morning.

Anything Else: Before passing away Todd had a secret crush on a girl since they were both in the third grade. The girl’s name was Josie. The other kids at school spread rumors around that she talks to herself. Supposedly, because she can see and talk to invisible monsters (supernatural creatures). Although Todd and Josie are complete opposites, they were best friends and defended each other. Todd admires Josie because she is fearless, and she has guts (courage) to express her feelings. Even if other people and classmates doubted her abilities, she always told the truth. Sometimes she seen talking to herself or at empty spaces. Of course, Todd wouldn't see what she sees or understand, but always tried his best to support her. On many different cases he defended Josie when someone talked badly about her and would step in if he spotted others bullying her. Which caused him to get detention for starting fights with other students.

Code: R.I.P.

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PostPosted: Mon Oct 24, 2016 10:04 pm 

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Accepted, now we just need to wait for a couple of others to join. :)

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