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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:49 pm
My Grim Reaper<3
<3 "If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark"
-Deathcab for Cutie
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:53 pm
1.Contents
2.Introduction
3.Plot
4.Characters
5.Rules
6.Character types
7.Profile WARNING: This is a dark, morbid romance and if you are offended by anything that has to do with God, DO NOT read on/PM me.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:56 pm
2.Introduction
God smiled at his daughter with much grace and radiance as he always does toward his children. Before him was teenage girl with skin as white as the full moon. Her lips curved to become a slight frown as her black-as-night hair hung near her face. She wore a simple black dress that contrasted her skin greatly.
"My daughter, I have a task for you. A task that you have never done before," God said powerfully. "You have always been a great grim reaper, going where I need you to find the ones about to die and carry them to where they go. But this time, I need you to do something much different and with much more significance."
"What is it, my lord?" she answered with reverence.
"Have you ever heard of Death Dealers, my daughter?" he said with might.
"Of course. It's a society that has been around for centeries, and they destroy everything in their sight. Do they have to do with my task?" she inquired repectfully.
"It's a certain Death Dealer. He has killed over a thousand people, and he's not even nineteen yet. This Death Dealer has been condemned, and I want him away from my children."
Her eyes widened in fear, "Are you saying that you want me to kill him... before his time?"
"Yes, my daughter, my grim reaper, I need you to take care of him before he hurts anymore of my children," God said with his deep voice.
"He's more than a Death Dealer, isn't he? Is he a demon that escaped from the depths of Hell?" she asked when she already know the answer.
"Yes, he is the most powerful demon from Hell, and he needs to return."
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:58 pm
3.Plot
The world has changed and for the worse. Everywhere you look is corruption, murder, rape, deception, and no order. Society and law is fading and fast as a new breed of power arises on earth, Death Dealers. Death Dealers are a old society that has finally surfaced that reek havoc on earth. Millions have died already and now more are joining by the hundreds, maybe even thousands. The secret is demons are hidden on earth and are controlling most of what is happening while angels are hiding too but for a different reason, to spy on what's happening on earth. In all of this God, is trying to get rid of this new power, but he doesn't know how yet. Though, he now is sending his best Grim Reaper, Penelope, to kill the main Death Dealer, a demon, a very bold ungodly move. Grim Reapers are not suppose to kill anyone before their time, all Grim Reapers are allowed to do is guide souls of the newly dead to where they need to go, Heaven or Hell. But Grim Reapers are God's puppets and soon the real reason for Grim Reapers will arise: to destroy the whole world to begin anew. What will you let happen?
(SEE CHARACTERS FOR MORE INFORMATION)
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:05 pm
4.Characters Quote: Gaia name: NoHopeForTheVillage Name: Penelope Race: Grim Reaper Bio: Her parents were murdered due to their status as a hate crime, and Penelope's world fell apart. Then a month later, the same killer, murdered her in spite. She was only seventeen. She was appointed by God to become a Grim Reaper after her untimely death and is now being sent to kill the main Death Dealer. Personality: She's completely isolated due to her duty as a Grim Reaper and before she died, she found out that her love was cheating on her making her very quiet to any man who pursuses her. Though she is still very strong willed and witty. Appearance/picture razz icture(before becoming the Grim Reaper):  Picture(as Grim Reaper):  Quote: Gaia name: Shadow Eyed Wolf Name: Lazaruth Race: Demon Age:18 Bio: He has no God. To him, destiny is a weak person's crutch. He lives for himself, and he fights for himself. Lazaruth lives to kill, and kills to live. The only time he gets close to someone is when he's running them through. Blood is his drink, and screams his meat. He is called the 'Merciless Sinner'. At least on the outside. But who is he really? Personality:Cold. Withdrawn .Dedicated to a job Picture:  Quote: Gaianame: Tiaxanderson Name: Mareshin 'The Wasteful' Hayden Age: 18 Bio: Despite being the most powerfull demon in Hell, Mareshin is unique in two ways. One, he is actually only half-demon. The Lord of Fire had a child with a human assassin who is said to have killed as many as the lord. Two, Mareshin was banished to the normal world by his father. To be the perfect demon, he had to know both sides of the veil of love. Mareshin, at first, hated the real world, however, he came to know why exactly there where so many humans in Hell: he came across the Death Dealers, a group of individuals that killed all that were in their way. Mysterious and dark hands secretly guide the paths of the Death Dealers and block the view of the common people. Mareshin now has entered his nineteenth year since he was banished to the real world and began to wonder. Even though his body looks exactly the same as when he was in Hell he had experienced some growth, and when he asked his future victims, they'd say it was puberty. And he'd probally should go looking for a girlfriend, someone to love, if he hadn't already.... Love. That was one thing he didn't understand, love was meaningless. Yet, even in Hell there was one pleasant place, his mother's room. She'd agreed to live in Hell, where she lived her life protected by the Lord of Fire, His father. Description: Mareshin has glowing warm red eyes, yet still quite a cold stare. Wild brown hair and a slight pale skin. His favorite music always involves electric gituar as he doesn't have particular bands and styles he likes. Pasta is his favorite food. His voice is mostly two sided: a firm somewhat deep voice that sounds as a command or a low slow and somewhat old voice. Picture:  He looks like that in both the real world and Hell. Quote: Gaia name: dongaro Name: Haldrezion (called Zion for short.) The Nothing Race: Angel/Demon Bio: He was born by accident when and angel and demon met on earth. Both had been forfilling their roles. The demon had seduced what he had beleived to be a human female. But she was an angel. When she discouvered what he was it was too late. The demon was punished by the other demons for not relaizing that she was an angel. She was doubly punished for falling in love and accidentally creating a half breed. Born in the human world he had no where to go. He was niether good enough for heavan or evil enough for hell. He came to hate both sides and has since then acted without regard to sides and good and evil. He acts only for his own enjoyment. He has concidered joining the death dealers but is undesided. He has killed and will probably kill agian but he has no interestin killing for no reason. Still they wish for him to join them because of his unique gifts from his mother's side. Personality: He is niether overly cruel nor alturistic. He does things only for his own amusment. He hates angels and demons because both exiled him. He is a loner by nature, and has few close allies. He steeled his heart a long time ago, and still stringly considers joining the death dealers because he will finally belong. Appearance/picture: He has white hair and black eyes. He wears a black coat with a white cross on the back. His skin is pale but it is not truly white. His mouth is usually in a mocking smile. Quote: Gaia name: Asuri-chan Name: Danielle Ashby Race: Demon Bio: Danielle isn't sure where her feelings lie. She is far from a god-loving creature, but she doesn't agree with how the Death Dealers are acting. She has barely avoided confrontation with her fellow demon brethren, not wanting them to find her and either force her to side with them, or deem her traitor for not following them at all, despite her lack of choice. The confliction of feelings has Danielle in a whirlwind. She is constantly pitted against herself in mental battle, unable to decide if siding with those of her blood is the best choice or not. She doesn't particularly harbor feelings for humans or those other than demons, but she doesn't like what the Death Dealers are doing, and she doesn't think she wants a part in it. At the same time though, those who are not with the Death Dealers are rapidly ceasing to exist, their numbers holding at a steady decline. Death Dealers were wealthy... Death Dealers had life easy... Danielle has life so rough... She has nothing, quite literally, and all it would take is revealing her demonic heritage to the Death Dealers to turn things around for her. She would share in their wealth and become one of them, gaining power and status. Her feelings were all that were holding her back, but will feelings continue to overpower her need for shelter and nourishment which she has for too long been deprived of her? Will she give into her needs, or do what she thinks is right? Personality: Danielle is a born thinker. She's quite intelligent and loves reading above most other things. Aside from her love of literature, she can be quite a strange character. Her emotions flip flop quite often, much like her feelings toward the Death Dealers. Usually she is neutral and shy, but this is mostly credited to the fact that she knows relatively no one on a personal level, but if she were among those known as "friends" she has potential to be witty and outgoing, and hold a strong conversation with almost anyone, about almost anything. She shy much of the time, but this is usually only around strangers or those she feels acute affection for, though the latter hasn't actually occurred yet. Appearance/picture: Danielle has deep, bloodied ruby colored eyes, and considers them one of her most distinctive features. Her dark hair is long, falling about mid-back, and choppy bangs frame her thin face in the front. She is only about 5'0" tall, and her thin body is covered by abnormally pale skin. Quote: Gaia name: Lu-ahlay Name: Indra Race: Angel Bio: Born within the gates of heaven, Indra was conceived of a thought, a single tear that God shed. She burst forth from it in the air, one of his first to take flight amongst the stars. Ages went by and yet she acted young. She grew wise, but that does not mean her childlike spirit faded. It would be the fall of one of her comrades as they came to earth to be the Father's eyes. A demon slew Lemis, who in turn was trying to get her out of there. Since that moment, she has been on constant watch, a farseer for God. It is she who sits atop the buildings, the clouds, someone you might call a guardian angel. She carries arms, but she hardly fights, dares not to after her experience, yet she has set aside some of her carefree persona to shoulder a responsibility to watch those that were created in his image. OFten times she can be found staring out over the ocean or overlooking a grand expanse of rolling hills, as if she were searching, perhaps longing for something she can not find. Personality: Indra is impetuous, her spirit wild and free, first born of God when he was new, untouched, free. She holds this within her, making her a rather brash and sometimes wild. Despite all of this, she has a good head on her shoulders and the celestial being can center herself and make quick decisions as she goes. She has had little contact with demons, she is the messenger, the crier and so she is yet somewhat protected and untouched. Appearance/picture: Quote: Gaia name: Edward Grimm Name: Kurt Durnholde Race: Human Bio: A twenty year old skeptic, a vagrant with little use for laws. Recently he decided to up and look at the world before it ended and he more than anyone could sense a coming end. Highly aware of the cancer rotting at his planet he's doing all in his power to take in whay he can. He has a penchant for small mammals, A small ferret named Penny calls his jacket home. He has a winchester rifle, which has been handed down from father to father to him. There's not much ammo for it any more just about a box. His other weapon is a long thin dangerously sharp blade. He's been chosen by the almighty father as a messenger, he is completely unaware of this fact and does not even believe in God. His task is to aid in the cleaning of the Earth, but is he willing? Personality: Kurt is a Skeptic, believing in what he can see, what he can do and what he knows. He's not an idiot however and will look at most situations logically. He's cool, calm and collected. He's concerned with the problems of the world, but doesn't know how to change it. He's kind to people struggling and those who are good. Although his compassion for those who commit great wrongs is almost non existent. A man capable of great kindness and great cruelty. Appearance/picture: Kurt's light brown hair is cut short to stop it from curling, he keeps his sideburns long, and a five o-clock shadow covers his mug. He wears an autumn coloured scarf, a button up shirt (usually grey or white) and the long brown coat with hundreds of pockets. His shoes are polished, black and with a buckle. He carries his rifle slung over his shoulder and his blade is situated horizontally on the back of his belt in a banged up hilt. Quote: Gaia name: passionate4knowledge Name: Melody Kruson Race: Angel Bio: Melody was a great angel, and often reported some of the most important information to God. That was untill the day she fell in love with a demon. Unfortunatly she realized he was a demon much to late, and gave birth to a child. For this she was punished greatly, and during her punishment she cried out to God for forgivness, for she did not know. Silence was her answer, and silence hardened her heart toward God. She took off to the mortal world in search of her son, but came up empty handed. Though her search was not wasted, for she did find a ancient group. The Death Dealers. Their intensions were very similar to her own, and allowed her to have her revenge on God, and let out the anger for her lost child. Personality: Very Sarcastic, and demeaning. She enjoys watching other squirm under unwavering stare. Appearance/picture: 
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:08 pm
5.RULES
1.No God Moding.
2.MUST BE LITERATE.
3.Anything can happen.
4.Rating? It's PG-13, according to Kitty's rules. If you are under 16, when sending your profile, add a RP example.
5.PM ME YOUR PROFILE, DO NOT POST ON HERE.
6.No one can be God as a character.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:52 pm
Character types:
Death Dealers: Death Dealers are a very old society that has haunted the earth with a serve death rate and an extreme increased crime rate which includes: rape, murder, abuse, suicide, looting, fraud, etc. They are slowly incasing the whole world with evil. Death Dealers don't care who you are, where you have been, but they'll kill you. And this society is gathering members by the hundred and a rumor is going around that an army with arise, the most powerful the world has ever seen.
The original Death Dealers are demons who somehow escaped from Hell and hid themselves on Earth and started this society in spite of God. These demons are old, sinister, and will not stop until they get what they want.
Humans: The human's society is falling apart from the inside, and many are turning to the Death Dealers, but still some are protecting themselves from the Death Dealers. But if you ever come across one, you are most likely to die.
Grim Reapers: Grim Reaper's help the souls of the dead to get where they are suppose to go after death, Heaven or Hell. But Grim Reapers are few and must be appointed by God himself. Grim Reapers usually get appointed if they die from being murdered.
Demons: The demons that have escaped are hiding on Earth and are living the high life. They are the wealthy, celebrities, leaders, political officals, everything important. They add to the corruption in the world.
Angels: Angels are being sent to earth on God's order to spy to see what's happening firsthand. They are good beings but some have been turned to the darkside and have become Death Dealers.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 10:03 pm
Profile to send:
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 10:37 pm
Penelope left the room, wilted, with her sithe scratching the ground with each of her soundless steps. Each step a little slower and more paced. She regretted taking this unspeakable task: to kill a Death Dealer before he was suppose to die. No grim reaper is allowed to kill someone before their time. Never. But he's a demon, right? She drooped even more. Penelope loathed the idea of killing anyone even a demon for her haughting memories of her own death still lingered after many years.
But Penelope had no time to just stand around, innocent humans were dying on the earth, so she must act quickly, and do what God ordered. She inhaled sharply and began her way to Earth, just like she always did to retrieve the souls of the newly dead. She moved toward a shadow and as her hand touched the shadow, it began to disappear as if the shadow was eating her hand. She took a step and walked into the shadow and disappeared.
Penelope found the shadow that was concealed but near the Death Dealer that she had to kill, murder, end his life. She couldn't get this out of her head. It was in a dark alley, inbetween two brick buildings. First, she was nothing but a silhouette of her slender but curving body, but then her fingers, thumb, hand, arm appear linear looking as if coming out of the walk. Then she stuck her entire delicate face out with her one leg and jumped from the shadows and landed inaudiably. She did not have her sithe with her, but she can summon it when it's needed.
The Grim Reaper frowned as she stared down at the ground of where she stood. A puddle of fresh blood with skid marks as if the being was dragged was less than two feet away with no body in sight.
I need to get this over with before anything else happens, she thought, trying to justify another death in this lawless world.
Penelope ambled out of the alley and down the main street. She moved with such grace and elegance as her hips moved rhythmically. She wore a rather old fashion black dress that hung to her feet that moved with every step she took as her jet black hair flowed from side to side.
The street was deserted, not a person in sight. Penelope stopped suddenly and gazed around her to see if there was life around her. There was no lights in the building, humans, movement, nothing just the street lights and moon. She could have sworn that there was life when she check for the correct shadow but how could this be?
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:22 pm
BUMP]... Because no one is posting. domokun
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 5:58 pm
Zion felt the presence of the main Death Dealer calling to him. Should he answer? Zion smirked. He would come to no beings call. Around him he felt the lives of somany mortals. Walking down the street with his collar up he passed unnoticed throught the busy streets. So fragile these mortals. With a single phrase he could imolate one or many of them with hell fire. Their lives ended in a heart beat. He stopped in the street and considered. Would this be amusing? He decided that no it wouldn't. Would it do anything for him? No it wouldn't. This decided he starts walking again. A death dealer wouldn't have even considered it. He would have struck and killed the lot of them. Prehaps that was why he had not yet joined them. He still found no interest in it. In his musings he had not been paying attention to where he was going. He was now on an empty street.
Odd in the extream. Usually there where many mortals around. He tried to sence and senced instead only an absence. A smile flickered across his face. This was obviosly the work of a Death Dealer. Judging by the absence it was definatly one of the more powerful death dealers. He continued down the street not really caring if any one heard or sensed him. No death dealer would dare attack him unless they were trying to anger the main death dealer. Besides he could defend himself quite well.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:23 pm
While Penelope stopped, she soon felt a presence she has never felt before. Not a human, demon, grim reaper, nor angel and definately not an animal. It pulsed harsh waves of incredible strength, like nothing she has ever felt before. Quite puzzled, she decided to hide for she did not want to be seen by this being of power. She ducked into an tight, narrow alleyway, never making a sound. She stood with her back pressed against a condemned, stone building, trying hard not to be seen as she heard nonchalant foot steps approaching where she was.
What is it? Is it evil? I've never felt this kind power before. I need to know.
Did she dare look to see what it is? She stayed in her current position pondering was it worth it or not. She searched through her mind for every possible idea of what it could be, but she found nothing. The idea gripped her stomach, twisting and pulling unpleasantly. She had to know. She must know.
She inched her way closer to the edge of the building, hoping to catch a glance of this being but no such luck. She got closer, still nothing. Finally, she stuck her head out and saw what it was, and came face to face with him, a black eyed man.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 10:37 pm
He felt himself being watch almost imedialtly. Was it the death dealer? No he felt no demonic presence. He felt a holy pressence instead. If it was an angel he would have the imence pleasure of trying to kill it. But he quickly realized it wasn't angelic, it was something else. A Grim reaper was the only other choice. He smiled. Should he fight her? It might be amusing. He had heard about them, but had never seen them. In a way they were like him, nothings. Dead yet not Dead. He walked towards her hiding place. He waited till she peeked her head around the corner. He looked straight into her eyes. "Hello little one. Do you know what I am?" He was still debating whether to fight or leave.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 3:58 pm
If she had a beating heart, it would have skipped a beat. His eyes, black and souless, cut through her like a knife. She stared into his eyes, determined to not show any fear. He looked bored and uninterested, and a little haughty, but he seemed also very dangerous. But his eyes seemed distant, alone, and annoyed. His hair, so fair, was illuminated in the moonlight as he leaned toward her, bemused. Penelope straightened her spine and lifted her chin to make her as tall as possible, but still, he towered over her, leaving her to feel even more inferior.
"Hello, little one. Do you know what I am?" he said quite bored.
The truth was that she still had no clue at all of what he was, and it frightened her to the very core. The uncertainty of how much power he holds and what if? Oh, GOD, the What-If's? Yet, she still looked at him in his distant eyes while her nerves said, "RUN AWAY!" She shook her head in reply, never loosing eye-contact, as her hair sways from side to side even irritating her eyes.
"What do you want?" she said with much force and power, faking how she really felt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 6:00 pm
Darkness was rapidly engulfing this disheveled excuse for a city, and though Danielle adored the night, she knew she had to get somewhere safe for the time being. She had no money, no real home, and possibly worst of all, no food.
She hadn't eaten all day. She'd managed to get some food a couple days ago and she'd made it last, but this morning that small supply ran out, and she hadn't been able to find anything. At least anything that looked remotely edible...
She sighed softly, looking down at her empty basket, wishing it was filled with glorious foods with which to fill her tiny belly.
'What am I doing? Or better yet, why? I'm a demon... Not a powerful one, but I'm smart, and I could learn to be strong as well. I could join the Death Dealers and gain myself fortune and luxury beyond the farthest peaks of my hopes!' She walked, coming off one street after another, winding through the abandoned buildings to try and get to the cozy little tree she'd chosen to call "home" that was beautifully situated on the outskirts of a large graveyard.
There weren't too many people on the streets at this hour, but those that were paid her no mind, many ignoring her with such skill that they failed to notice her presence entirely and would often times run right into her! Danielle assumed it was because she looked so young. She looked barely older than 14 or 15, 16 maybe when she's angry, and no one gave her respect. That was another thing she'd recieve by joining the Death Dealers.
It was such a prosperous idea. But morally, and yes, Danielle has plenty of those to go around, it wasn't right. Killing innocents with no purpose, harming others unprovoked wasn't something Danielle could handle. She wasn't even certain that she could kill for a reason, nonetheless without motivation. It would take something very horrible, she assumed, to force Dani to take such vicious action...
Dani suddenly realized she had been so consumed in thoughts that she'd lost herself, missing the place she was supposed to turn at to get to the park. She stopped for a moment, looking around breifly, not one hundred percent sure of where she even was.
She heightened her demonic senses, trying to detect other life, and finding it not far ahead. From such a distance, she couldn't tell exactly what walks of life these creatures were, but she assumed that for them to be out at this hour, they must know where they are, and can tell her how to get to where she wants to go.
In a short time she reached them, turning down the street they occupied, walking slowly, timidly, seeing a very tall man looking down at something, or someone, rather, that was positioned inside the alleyway.
She couldn't tell what that man was... He was like... A mixture of two things, but with her youth came ignorance as well as lack of experiance and skill. She was smart though, smart enough to tell that he was both good and evil, all compiled into one body, a life likely ridden with confliction and confusion. She was unsure if he could be trusted...
The other was a heavenly being, and you can always trust the kindness of an angel, right? Danielle hated to admit it, but she wasn't all that well versed in the ways of heavenly bodies. She has no particular infatuation with the lord and his followers, though, and ultimately has no use for such knowledge as she isn't a part of the Death Dealers, so she never did much reasearch on the subject. Not that it was easy to find quality literature in this god forsaken town anyway... Danielle couldn't even find the library for awhile, and when she did, much of the books had been demolished...
Still though, aside from the graveyard, that was one of her favorite places.
Danielle got nearer, now close enough that they could probably hear her soft-spoken voice. If they had paid attention they likely sensed her long ago, but she decided that she wasn't going to let them ignore her. All she wanted was directions and she'd be on her way, hopefully they wouldn't be bothered by such an intrusion to their conversation and she could be on her merry way.
"Um... Excuse me.." Her voice was soft, like the sweet tinkle of a small bell, and it met one's ears gently. She hoped she was heard, and waited to be acknowleged before next voicing her reason for approaching them. [[Meh... Shitty post... Too much filler. I think I tried to post too many personal things about her. Ah well. My first posts always such this bad, but don't worry, they get better. <3]]
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