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(Anyone intersted in joining this rp? Please post DX based off of Dead Like Me)

reaper​

When we died, we became someone else. We see how we were when we lived in the mirror, but no one but ones like us can see that visage. Everyone else sees a guise, one that ages and, when typical human should die, changes into a younger appearance. Our guise may change sooner, if our existence is close to being discovered. Someone else, unknown to us, takes care to the details and fakes our death with an illusion.

Some of us miss being alive, but there is no going back. We aren't even allowed to tell our families who we are, if they are still around that is.​

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how it works​

Our job, as you can probably guess, is to guide the souls of the dead on to the next plane.

In each city there is a group of us, size varying depending on the odds of one of us being born. We were good people when alive so most believe that, that is the reason why we become reapers. I am not so sure about this.

In each group there is a leader. This leader is simply the oldest of us. We don't know who, but someone delivers him or her the names of people who will die each day. Each day he or she assigns us a few names each. In the assignment is a name, time of death, and location. It is our job to find each person and stick with them until...the time comes.

While they are still alive we must touch them, this is the touch of death. They soon are killed by death spirits, something only we can see. We do not know anything about them expect they take on many forms and cause our marks to die once we have marked them.

Then the spirit is separated from the body. Now we are the only one who can see each other and we explain the situation as much or as little as needed. Then the light appears.

Typically it is just a light near by, but sometimes it is something else. Like when once a child died, it was an amusement park so the child would eagerly go to it.

We are forbidden to enter this light, and we know very little about it. Perhaps it is Heaven, if you believe in such a place.

No matter how much we hate it, or are indifferent to it, this is our life, and, as far as I know, there is no way out of it.​

an opposing force​

Now, I wouldn't call them bad people, they are doing what they think is right, but they do make our jobs a lot harder. ​

They don't really call themselves anything, and my boss doesn't either. So, since I have to name everything, I'll call them The Saviours.​

Apparently they can see into the near future, the next 24 hours to be more precise, and their visions normally entails someone dying. They believe they see these vision because it is their job to stop the death of whoever they see. Our boss says we must deliever the touch of death and keep the natural order of things running.​

I suppose we got the upper hand since they see the people dying, but who can be sure? The future is always changing, even by the smallest of things. ​

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves. We must die to one life before we can enter another." -Anatole France​

locations and the date​

The town in which we live isn't a very large one. There's only one high school, one middle school, and one elementary school, all of which are located a little ways east of the Town Center. Buses provided for those who live far away.

In the Town Center are the political buildings and the public library.

To the North is mainly buildings such as the power companies, etc. Past the medows is a mountain surrounded by a forest. The townspeople often camp and hike there.

To the East are apartments which can be described as rundown.

To the west is a cluster of houses and stores. Just past them is the ocean.

And to the South are hotels, restaurants, and places of the like.

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Current Date: December 20th, 2010​

rules​

1. No godmodding. Don't have your character pop out of nowhere to save someone. This is close to a real-life rp.
2. No powerplaying. (Ask other people for permission if you feel like you have to powerplay at some parts)
3. No autokill. If you create a person just to have them killed, or if you wish for them to be saved, you must make that clear.
4. Nothing above PG-13. That includes romance and violence
5. Use proper grammar. Periods and commas, complete sentences, etc.
7. Make at least 3-7 sentences for each post. If you get Writer's Block, that's okay. Just don't make it a habit.​

profiles​

For The Reapers:

Username:
Orginal Name: (The name they had when they were alive.)
Alias: (There must be a name they call their guise, and they can also have a 'reaper' name which is whatever they call themselves amongst other reapers and never changes no matter if their guise goes. This is optional.)
Age of Guise: (How old is their guise, the visage every nonreaper sees.)
Age of The Orginal: (At what age did they die.)
Age of The Reaper: (For how long have they been a reaper.)
Appearance: (How they looked when they lived and how their current guise looks.)
History:
Other:
Preview Post: (If you have more than one character than only one of them needs a preview post.)


For The Saviours

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Other:
Preview Post:



For Those Destined To Die

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Other:
When and Where They Will Die: (Give a time, date, and location. For the location you do not have to be speific.)
Preview Post:


For Everyone Else

Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Other:
Preview Post:

Username: Mammon
Orginal Name: Alley Bryan
Alias: Sarah Mathews; reaper name, Izanami
Age of Guise: 22
Age of The Orginal: 18
Age of The Reaper: 10
Appearance: Before Death and Current Guise
History: Alley never made any real friends, but had a nice family and was content with herself. She wasn't a lucky person persay though, as her death came young. It was a trip down a large stair case. She cannot remember anything from there to the point where she woke up in an unknown apartment room. It was provided for her by the unknown source that helps the reapers. Alley then walked out into town and soon met up with Samael who told her what she was. Since then she's done her job without showing how she feels about it personally, changing what she says about afterlife from one dead person to another.
Other: Will sometimes walk around in a dark cloak just for her inside joke. Is rather monotone with most things.

Username: Twilight Knight
Orginal Name: Jason O'Brien
Alias: Orion
Age of Guise: 15
Age of The Orginal: 19
Age of The Reaper: 4 years
Appearance: Before:

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History: Jason lived a happy life with his father until his father went to war. He stayed with his mother until he came back. When he came back however, he changed. He was a heroin addict. He used the drug to escape the pain of war. One night his father overdosed on heroin and beat Jason's head in with a baseball bat. He was 19 at the time. His father was arrested and tried and was sent to life in prison. But something happened that day. Jason refused to die. He ran from the light and instead became what is known as a reaper.
Other:

Username: Twilight_Nobody13
Orginal Name: Corona Webster
Alias: Gwen Fisher Reaper Name: Vice Incarceron
Age of Guise: 17
Age of The Orginal: 19
Age of The Reaper: 13
Appearance: Past: http://memberfiles.freewebs.com/49/58/64805849/photos/My-Anime-pictures/Anime%20girl%20in%20black%20dress.jpg Current: http://i84.xywe.com/68/16/1668/38/2738/CuteAnimeGothGirl.jpeg
History: Vice died when she was 19 and served her unknown master as a reaper for the unlucky number of 13 years. Her sunny disposition faded since she died and now she lies for a living. She takes her job lightly some days, but she's never missed a death and always tries to make a spirit feel at peace before they're actually at peace in the light.
Other: like the cliche of reapers she carries a scythe around.

Username: Of Pride And Other Things
Orginal Name: (Joseph Corinx)
Alias: (Samael-This is both his alias and his Reaper name.)
Age of Guise: (21)
Age of The Orginal: (20)
Age of The Reaper: (98 years. Yeah. Long time.)
Appearance:Current: http://i496.photobucket.com/albums/rr324/LittleBlackRose94/JngsterSohn4.jpg
Reaper: http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f216/masterdragon10002008/reaper-1.jpg (Except without the stupid anime-ness.

History: It's been a long time since I've experienced the sensations associated with being a human. It's been a very, very long time. Almost a century, now. Almost ninety-nine years, i'll hit the landmark in a couple months. I lived a long time ago, in a time without the luxuries of today. I don't know what made me special-my life is more of a blur than ever; the memories weren't worth remembering, though my life was adequete, with a pair of loving parents and siblings. As time has passed by I have escorted them all, leaving me with no one. I have no family left, and I often help with the reapers' training. I help them through the tumultuous first ten years of their new life, and after that they're often good. I am one of the ones responsible when a reaper goes beserk-I get sent to take care of it. This doesn't happen often-I am more often the leader of our group. I keep much of my time-aquired power under control, so many think to question my leadership when I display no more skill than necessary to complete the mission. When necessary, though, a true display of prowess is needed to keep peole in check.
Other: Samael carries a scythe, invisible to non-reapers. It helps channel his power, and is suited for one of his caliber Samael can both go on his own mission and accompany the newer reapers, or be approached for emotional help or physical training. Although no reaper needs a weapon, he likes using his, and it is more decorated than the scythes of other reapers.

Username: Jyan
Original Name: Tabatha Brown
Alias: Karolyn Pierce
Age of Guise: Seventeen.
Age of The Original: Twenty-one.
Age of The Reaper: Three years?
Appearance: Past | Current
History: When Tabatha was alive, she did everything in her power to stay in the background. She found herself to be rather detached from her peers, and she was alright with that. When she passed however, she became somewhat of the opposite. Very hands-on and engaged, and finding herself wanting to do whatever she could regarding the particular goal she was pursuing. When she finds herself thinking about her past, she can't find anything very positive except for the fact that she was an avid pianist and her little sister was incredibly important to her.
Other:
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"I was sure I was going the right way a minute ago..." Her usual strong voice wavered this time, her eyes squinting through the darkness before her. "I can barely see anything..."

Willow was walking down the path in the woods, wondering where she was. She couldn't stop feeling as though it was hopeless at this point. She was tired, scared, and lonely. Walking for so long and only seeming to become even more lost wasn't helping with all of these feelings and confusion in the least. If anything, it was deepening them. The farther into the darkness she walked and the denser the trees became, the blacker the sky, the more alone and terrified she became.

It didn't help that it was dark, clouds hovering menacingly above her. She found herself constantly tripping over the thick brown roots of the trees, a whimper escaping her each time she stopped herself with her hands, smearing the dirt over the fabric of her dress and pulling herself right back up again. Her big brown eyes continued darting from one point to the next, damp black curls swirling and tumbling down her shoulders. She searched, but still she recognized nothing. It would be impossible for her to get home, the familiar little cabin settled on a lush hill surrounded by tall evergreens (much different from this clutter of dead trees), with the way things were going.

"I hope someone comes to look for me. I've been so stupid! I shouldn't have ran away like that!" Her voice weaved through the trees, scaring away a few crows that were lurking before it echoed back at her. She was lost.

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