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[junegloom]

may death never stop you

applications

application info.

full name.
nickname.
age. (18+)
date of birth.
date of death.
gender.
pronouns.
sexuality.
occupation. (if applicable)

faceclaim. (realistic only please!)
height.
hair color.
eye color.
distinguishing features.
scars.
modifications. (if applicable)

likes. 4+
dislikes. 4+
hobbies.
fears.

vices. 3+ please explain each one
virtues. 3+ please explain each one.
(or you can write it out in paragraph form if you want!)

background. (2+ paragraphs please)

questions. (please answer as your character)

how did you die?

do you have any living loved ones?

what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?

how do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?

info.

Reapers

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Grim Reapers were once human. Their job is to collect the souls of the dearly departed (preferably just before death for those assigned to the Unnatural Death Squad). They have a quota that is unknown to them that they must fulfill before moving on in the afterlife. Once they meet that quota, the last soul they reap becomes the Reaper that replaces them. The Reapers exist in a state between life and death— they are undead if you will. They can interact with the world around them as if they were living people, however, they cannot die or age as they are no longer living. However, if they encounter anyone who would have recognized them in life, they would appear to be someone else.

Once they die, they must leave their old life behind. They cannot continue living their lives the way they were. They cannot contact their loved ones (they would not be recognized if they were seen) and they keep their nature as a Grim Reaper secret. Some Reapers have more trouble adjusting to this than others, but in the end, it is what they have to do. Reaping souls may be their purpose, but it is not a career in the normal sense. They do not get paid, nor are they given housing. They must find that all on their own. Some work, some steal, and some scrape money together however they can. They live with a lot of unknowns. They don't know what comes in the afterlife, nor do they know who decides who dies and how.

extra information.

there will be more detailed information on reapers provided upon acceptance, but if you have any further questions, please let me know

the reapers would all be on the unnatural death squad, which means they likely would have died in an unnatural way (i.e. accident, murder, suicide, etc.). please include any relevant trigger warnings!!!!

as for their deaths, they likely do not remember experiencing the actual event as it is common to reap the souls of those experiencing an unnatural death just before they die. however, they would certainly be aware of what happened to them.

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[junegloom]

juliet kane

full name

Juliet Joni Kane

nickname

JJ - she doesn’t love this nickname, but won’t correct anyone who uses it

age

27

d.o.b.

April 15, 1950

d.o.d.

November 19, 1977

gender

Cis Female

Pronouns

She/Her

Sexuality

Bisexual

Occupation

Bartender, but she supplements with sticky fingers

style

height

5’8

hair

Blonde

eyes

Brown

Dist. Features

High cheekbones, strong jaw, full lips

Scars

None of note

Mods

Ear piercings

faceclaim

Suki Waterhouse

Into the Night

Z Berg

req.

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Undead but alive

✧ Abrasive: It doesn't take much to get on Juliet's nerves and she also can be a bit blunt or harsh when speaking with someone

✧ Unforgiving: Juliet can hold a grudge like it’s nobody’s business. If you manage to find yourself on her shit list, you have to earn your way off of it.

✧ Closed-Off: She doesn't let people in emotionally. She keeps her emotions and her past to herself, making it difficult to get close to her.

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✧ Perceptive: Juliet is able to read between the lines and is quick to pick up on subtle details.

✧ Loyal: Juliet is someone who will stick by those she loves and supports them to the ends of the Earth. It takes quite a bit to have her cut ties with someone completely

✧ Adaptable: Able to roll with the punches, Juliet is quick to adjust to whatever situation she finds herself in.

likes

Vinyl records, old movies, cigarettes, candles, tea, late nights, milkshakes, concerts, anything chocolate + peanut butter, exercising

dislikes

Silence, bland food, waking up early, competitive games, messy spaces, coffee, nosy people, birds, socks in bed, rain

hobbies

Hiking, yoga, collects vinyl records, thrifting

fears

Never meeting her quota, snakes, not experiencing the afterlife

personal items

While Juliet advocates for Reapers to move on from their life before their death, she has kept a few sentimental items from her life. She has a few photographs of loved ones and newspaper clippings that they appear in. She also has a stash of her favorite clothes from over the years.

pers.

pers.

history

Juliet was born to an unwed Pamela Walker in Los Angeles. She was just out of high school and her boyfriend ran for the hills when she fell pregnant. Her parents were also unhappy with their daughter and sent her off to have the baby. When she did not give Juliet up, the pair were kicked out of the house.

Pamela worked hard and made things work. She worked long hours and pinched her pennies to give Juliet as best of a life as she could. Eventually, when Juliet was seven, her mother met Arthur Kane, who she ended up marrying. Arthur legally adopted Juliet and she considered him to be her father. The couple welcomed a son, Alex, when Juliet was nine and a daughter, Melissa, when Juliet was eleven.

While the household was happy and there was no real conflict to speak of, Juliet had a touch of a rebellious streak. She preferred friends to school work, staying out past her curfew, etc. This didn’t change after she left high school. Instead of college, Juliet joined the workforce as a waitress and lived in a house she rented with four of her friends.

The group of roommates and their circle of friends were invested in the social scene and two or three were trying to make it into the film and music industries (though they never ended up making it into the mainstream, just low-level success). Parties and outings were a regular part of their social lives, partially because it was helpful for networking, but mostly because they enjoyed them.

Just before Thanksgiving, the group decided to go to a party in Laurel Canyon, hosted by a friend of a friend. Supposedly there were supposed to be some notable people attending this party, so the group, of course, was going to attend. Six of them piled into a car and made their way to the party.

In all honesty, it was a great time. Juliet mixed and mingled with everyone she came across. She drank and dabbled in a few substances that night and all around had a really good time— she even met a guy and set up a date for the following evening. However, there was something strange before the group left, they were approached by a man and a woman who didn’t at all fit in with the other guests of the party. They were older, neatly dressed, and seemed altogether much too uptight to hang around this crowd. They stood out because they had a quick conversation with the group just before they piled into the car and insisted on shaking their hands.

Juliet brushed it off but would realize shortly that they were the ones who took their souls before the accident. Things seemed fine as the group laughed and chatted on the ride home. It was the wee hours of the night, so the roads were quiet and dark. Pete, the driver of the group, swerved off the road, causing the car to collide with a tree. Nobody really knows what caused him to do that. Maybe he was more impaired than he thought, maybe there was something in the road. In the end, it didn’t matter because they were all dead.

The group didn’t realize until they saw their own bodies, bloodied and thrown around the car and outside of it. Horrified, the group couldn't believe what had happened to them. It wasn’t long until the woman they had met just before they left arrived to tell them what had happened. It was strange though, the man she was with was no longer there. She pulled Juliet aside before she escorted the others to the Next Place. Juliet was confused. Why couldn’t she go with her friends? Was she really dead? Apparently, she was the next in line to be a Grim Reaper.

This had to be some sort of joke.

Alas, it was not. She was really dead and was really tasked with collecting souls before she could move on herself. After attending her own funeral, she was told that she could never contact or see her family and friends again. This was something she struggled with because they were right there. What was so problematic about telling them what happened? Her siblings were just teenagers and her parents were wrecks. Why can’t they know that she was okay?

Juliet found herself lurking around them, watching from a distance, but never actually interacting. Looking back, it did nothing but hurt her.

She reaped souls in Los Angeles for another ten years. Her sister, Melissa, recently had a baby, who she named Juliet. Touched by this, Juliet left a gift (though anonymously) for her sister. When this line of no contact was crossed, she was transferred to Seattle. Not only could she no longer keep an eye on her family, but she was forced to go from a city of sun and familiarity to a dreary distant place.

In the decades since she did her job and collected each and every soul she was assigned. Five years ago, the last reaper that was in charge of the Unnatural Death Squad hit his quota. Juliet woke up the next morning with the list of souls that needed to be reaped for the day and a small training manual shoved in her mailbox. The Powers That Be had chosen her to be the next head of the UDS. Now, each morning, she receives a list of souls that she assigns to each reaper on the team. Unfortunately, she still doesn’t know who the Powers That Be are or how they function, as her only communication with them is notes and packages left in her mail. So, she’s been keeping on with her duties, hoping that someday she meets her quota so that she can move on.

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how did you die?

“I was the passenger in a car that ran off the road. We were coming from a party in Laurel Canyon and in retrospect, my friend probably shouldn’t have been driving, but he was the most sober of the group. This also happened back before seatbelts were required, so I got thrown from the car. All of us in the car died, but I got stuck as a Reaper. It especially sucks because I had a date lined up the next night.”

Do you have any living loved ones?

“Yeah. My folks are gone, but my siblings and some friends are still kicking. I’ve even got family members I’ve never met at this point. I keep tabs on them, but I haven’t seen them in a very long time.”

what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?

“Hell if I know. Either something has to be going wrong in whatever system they have to decide who is supposed to die and when or it’s another Reaper meddling in this process.”

how do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?

“Listen, I don’t want people to die, but it’s something that has to happen. Whatever is going on is bad fucking news. Bad shit is gonna happen if there’s no balance between life and death.”

hist.

hist.

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[social]

• Reaper: Mathilde
• Male Reaper

• FULL NAME

  NICKNAMES

  AGE

  D.O.B/D.O.D

  GENDER

  SEXUALITY

  OCCUPATION

  Mathilde Joan Solace

  Mattie or Jo

  Thirty

  7/1/85 | 2/14/15

  Cis. Female, She/her

  Bisexual

  Stock Trader

  FACECLAIM. Léa Seydoux
  HEIGHT. 5'6"
  HAIR. Blonde, usually worn down or in a neat bun, with slight waves and layers. It is about shoulder length at the moment
  EYES. Blue
  DISTINGUISHING FEATURES. Bright eyes, gap in her teeth, defined cheekbones, button nose, beauty marks
  SCARS. She has scarring inside of her throat due to abuse from her ex. This causes her to have a husky voice at times
  MODS. Standard ear piercings
  
  LIKES. 4+
  
  DISLIKES. 4+
  
  HOBBIES. Knitting, writing letters, journaling, cooking, people watching
  FEARS. Never getting over her guilt, her ex never being punished
  
  VICES. 3+ please explain each one
  
  VIRTUES. 3+ please explain each one.
  
  HISTORY. (2+ paragraphs please)
  
  EXTRA.
  
  QUESTIONS.
  How did you die?
  — Her lips press together as she crosses her legs, her eyes narrowing slightly. "My ex killed me. On Valentine's Day of all days. We were arguing about what I wasn't able to do for him, how I was robbing him of his future, and soon enough his hands were on my neck and then I fell down the stairs. Unfortunately for me, I didn't die instantly and so I had to listen to him panic on the phone as I was dying."
  
  Do you have any living loved ones?
  — "Fortunately for me, I do not. My parents died when I was a baby and I aged out of the system so no family. I had some friends but I don't know what they are up to. They seemed to move on."
  
  What do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?
  — "Probably some dick who has way too much time on their hands. Maybe it's a higher-up who wants to mess things up for us. Maybe it's the devil, who knows. I just know it's above my pay grade.
  
  How do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?
  — "I think if people realize they aren't dying, that's going to be an issue. Otherwise, I just don't have the energy to care right now."

  
  
  coded by social
• Fc: Son Sukku
  
  

 

[elanara]

JASON THOMAS DEVEAUX

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nickname. don't you dare call him j.t.
age. forever thirty-five.
date of birth. 9/11/1969. "yeah, tell me about it."
date of death. 11/10/2004
gender. male
pronouns. he/him/his
sexuality. straight.
occupation. reaper uber driver. former grunt at usmc.

faceclaim. james badge dale a la spectral and 13 hours lmao
height. 6'1"
hair color. brown
eye color. blue
distinguishing features. an occasional thousand yard stare.
scars. oh nothing too noticeable — just a fuck-ton of gunshot wounds scattered all over his body.
modifications. a very poorly done marine corps tattoo on his shoulder. yes, it was done by someone in his unit, and yes, he was very drunk and sunburnt when he got it.

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likes. chain smoking, long drives, late nights, coffee black, cooking, cheap beer, cheap whiskey, extra pickles on his burger, classic rock, 90s action films ("heat is a fucking classic"), shooting, kayaking, days at the lake, fishing — pretty much anything that has to do with being on a boat.
dislikes. people not cleaning up after themselves, people thanking him for his service, the holidays (he's coming around to em), nosy people, having to get up early, when drunk passengers puke in his car.
hobbies. like any other tired adult, his hobbies include going to bars, sleeping, and binge watching television. if he's inspired enough, maybe he'll go to the gym.
fears. he says he's not afraid of anything, but deep down, he's scared he's gonna be stuck reaping souls for the rest of eternity.

vices.

• blunt. jason does not mince words nor does he spare feelings. he tells it like it is. and if you don't like it, well, "that's too damn bad."
• cynical. can't blame the man for only seeing the worst in situations and/or people.
• dark humored. he's always been this way, though his black humor has only increased since he became a reaper.
• a lil depressed. "hell, if you saw all your friends die in battle, was killed in action only to be brought "back to life" to reap souls for the next hundred years without ever getting to see your family again, you'd be a little fuckin depressed too."

virtues.

• caring. he doesn't always show it, but he cares for his friends, in his own way. remembers the little things about everyone in the house, down to their birthdays (or death days, since that's a thing apparently), how they take their coffee, or what type of cereal they like.
• loyal. look, he's a #realone, okay. he's that friend you could call in the middle of the night for help, and he will literally drop whatever he's doing to be there. will not hesitate to lie, break the law, and kill for you — no questions asked.
• pragmatic. down-to-earth. logical. deals with situations in a calm, sensible manner.
• honest. you can depend on him to always tell you the truth, no matter what it is. whether or not you like what he has to say depends entirely on you.
• uncritical. he cannot be bothered to judge other people for the way they wanna live their life. drink, do drugs, get a sex change — he literally doesn't give a fuck. "live your life the way you want, and i'll live mine."

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background.

aside from a very select few, jason doesn't really like to talk much about where he comes from, more or less how he died. therefore, what people in the house know of him is the following:

he came from an average family and upbringing. grew up in a small town just outside of knoxville, tennessee. two parents — alan and miranda duveaux — and two older brothers — john and jack. all three siblings were in the military; john joined the army to spite his father, and jack, like jason, was also a marine. he died during desert storm.

jason joined the marines shortly after his eighteenth birthday, and loved it so much he never fucking left. when he was twenty-nine he got married and had two children. at this point he was no longer active duty and was in the reserve, so he had more time to help raise a family. but, after 9/11, everything changed. jason was one of thousands of reservists who were called back to active duty to support the war on terror.

fast forward to 2004, he found himself in the middle of a gun fight in good ol fallujah. to cut a long story short, his best buddy was lying in the road with both of his legs blown off. jason went to save him and nearly pulled him to safety when he was hit with over a dozen bullets from machine gun fire and killed. he does remember having seen something strange just before that happened, though — a woman in a perfectly tailored suit, looking strangely calm as she stood in the middle of all that chaos. jason had only gotten a very quick glimpse of her before the first bullet hit his chest.

after all that, well, he ended up here, living in this house with all these people, still paying bills even though he's dead. "aint that some real fucking bullshit." every once in a while he checks up on his family. his mother, unfortunately, has developed alzheimer's and is in the late stages of the disease, his wife ended up remarrying — it's a bittersweet feeling, honestly, knowing that she was able to move on — and the friend he saved during the battle actually ended up surviving from his injuries and is now living a stable life.

nowadays, jason's just going through the motions, reaping souls and ubering drunk people home on friday nights — and frequently occasionally annoying the shit out of his roommates with his silly antics.

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how did you die? "got shot to death. fun times."

do you have any living loved ones? "mom, dad, wife and two kids. miss em every fuckin day."

what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death? "beats me. though if i had to guess, it's probably another reaper fucking it all up for everyone else. not that it matters to me much. from what i can tell, this situation is above my pay grade. all i do is show up to the appointment. if the soul aint there, then that isn't really my problem anymore, is it?"

how do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live? "good for them, i guess. though they better enjoy this shit while they still can."

 

[SavannahSmiles]

The Reaper

# Memento Mori

# ding yuxi

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[bayleen]

서예슬

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  full name

  
  

  Valorie Clark

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  age

  
  

  26

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  June 1 1926

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  Date of death

  
  

  May 30 1953

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  5'4

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Black

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eye colour

  
  

  Dark Brown

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  distinguishing features

  
  

  Captivating eyes and slim eyebrows

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  scars

  
  

  A scar on the back of her neck

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  modifications

  
  

  ears pierced, tongue periced

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  vices. 3+ please explain each one.
  
  Gullible: Val has always been kind to a fault, and her virtues often turn into vices because she takes them to the extreme. She trusts people too quickly, letting them into her mind and heart without hesitation. Her forgiving nature makes her an easy target for those who might exploit her generosity. Despite her role, Val remains endearingly naïve, always believing in the best in everyone.
  
  Indecisiveness: If you expect Val to decide, clear your calendar because it will take a while. Val has trouble picking between vanilla ice cream or chocolate, so she always gets both to avoid choosing. Even when she does make a choice, it always feels like the wrong one. Her indecisiveness often leaves her second-guessing and hesitant.
  
  Erratic Behavior: Val's life is marked by her erratic behavior, swinging wildly between moments of intense focus and bouts of reckless impulsivity. Her unpredictability often leads her into risky situations, making it difficult for those around her to trust her decisions. This erratic nature fuels her creativity and passion for acting but also results in poor judgment and dangerous choices. Sometimes, Val snaps at random moments, her emotions boiling over unexpectedly, leading to outbursts that catch everyone off guard. Additionally, when she speaks, her thoughts often come out in a jumbled mess, rarely making sense to those around her.
  
  virtues. 3+ please explain each one.
  
  (or you can write it out in paragraph form if you want!)
  Empathy: Val has an exceptional ability to understand and share the feelings of others. Her forgiving nature stems from a deep sense of compassion, allowing her to connect with the souls she encounters and offer them comfort in their final moments.
  
  Playfulness: Val's playful side emerges unexpectedly despite her introverted nature. She enjoys spontaneous games and humorous banter with fellow reapers, infusing lightheartedness into their otherwise serious duties.
  
  Versatility: Val excels in \acting, effortlessly adapting to different roles and scenarios. Whether she needs to convey sorrow, joy, or determination, she can seamlessly shift her demeanor and expressions to suit the situation.
  
  likes. 4+ Cigarettes, Eating, Animals, Makeup
  
  dislikes. 4+ Hotels, Funerals, Heights, Crying
  
  
  Fears. Heights, Moving on
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  how did you die?
  I threatened to expose government officials, and they sent...someone who pushed me off a hotel balcony in London.
  
  do you have any living loved ones?
  Yes, my mama. My friend Sal, and she's like a sister to me. Then there's him.
  
  what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?
  Maybe someone somewhere figured it out. How to cheat death...but it's only a matter of time. Everyone has an expiration date, whether it is now or later.
  
  How do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?
  Jealous.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Shopping, Makeup, Wine tasting, Stealing, Going to dog parks

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  1962-1953

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  Val was born in Stockton, California. Her father was absent from her life, and although her mother was physically present, she had schizophrenia and was never able to care for Val fully. At the age of 5, Val's mother lost custody of her, leading Val to bounce from foster home to foster home, never finding a stable or loving environment.
  
  When Val turned 12, her father unexpectedly came to take her in. He explained that he had been unaware of her situation, believing that her mother was caring for her. This revelation didn't sit well with Val; she harbored deep resentment towards him. Her father was an alcoholic, often passed out on the couch, leaving Val to her own devices. During these times, she would take sips from his drinks and spend hours in front of the television, mesmerized by the glamorous women in movies. Her fascination with dancing and acting grew stronger each day.
  
  Despite her father's initial resistance, Val's persistent passion for performing convinced him to let her pursue her dreams. He knew a producer and landed her a role as a second lead in a film. Though not wealthy, her father wasn't poor, but he took control of her earnings, never letting Val see any of the money she made. Seeing Val's potential, the producer also demanded a cut of her earnings.
  
  During her rise to fame, Val met Henry, the best talent agent in California. Henry helped her manage her finances and ensured her father was taken care of. By the time Val was 15, she was starring in hit movies and quickly became a beloved young starlet. By 20, she was a household name, invited to prestigious events, and even performed for the president.
  
  Val's kindness and inability to say no despite her success led her into precarious situations. She received numerous invitations from political figures and soon found herself entangled in their world. Her talent agent and manager warned her to avoid politics, but Val couldn't resist the allure of the invitations. Her involvement led to a dangerous proposition: she was threatened to become a spy or be exposed as a "harlot." She complied with their demands, falling deeper into a pit of lies and deceit.
  
  The only person Val confided in was her best friend, Sal. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Sal convinced Val to stand up for herself. Sal argued that Val was risking her life either way, so she might as well do it for something important.
  
  Val was signed on to do a movie in London, which was a cover for her real mission. After talking to her friend, Val confronted her blackmailers, who occasionally called the hotel. She threatened to expose them, claiming she had proof of their misdeeds and asserting that she didn't care about the consequences. She was confident that everyone would believe her story, given her fame and the public's affection for her.
  
  However, that confidence did not save her. Val never made it back to California. Twenty-four hours after that call, she was found dead, having allegedly jumped from the fourth floor of the Ritz. At least, that's what the papers said.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  anastasia bellamira

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Born on March 13th 1689 as the middle child of a total of 7 children of Benedict and Ophelia Bellamira (5 sisters & 2 brothers), Anastasia's childhood was not seem as too bright nor too dark as she was shield for most her life by her mother and 3 older siblings (Damien, Aurora & Amaris). For a while till her three younger siblings were born was the baby of the family which explains the family protectiveness over her. Her spent most of her time with her father and sisters in the library where they were being taught to read, write and just overall become highly educated women for their future husbands.
  
  It wasn't long after that her relationship with her younger siblings (Amethyst, Autumn, and Dorian) become stronger since the other three oldest finally married off and moved out of the family land, expect for her brother Damien who was heir simply moved in his wife, Lilith into the castle which Anastasia has a decently well relationship with. The older she got, the more worried her parents became with the peak years of marriage coming closer and closer to her end. But she simply didn't care, never understanding the point of marriage beside the making baby of it all which she wasn't quite a fan of. Once she hit 21, her parents became hopeless and let her continue her carefree life, even to the point of traveling out with Damien whenever he would head south of the castle which happened to be a bay where merchants from all the far lands would gather to sell and trade.
  
  Through the years, she kept learning and exploring ideas and places where Anastasia knew were never going to be possible if she was ever wedded. Around her 27 year of life, through one of the many journeys she took with Damien to where they frequented, she met a man. At first to her, this man was no different to the ones that she had come across this part but the longer she spoke to him, the more she realized that this man was different than all those suitors that she met when she was younger. In fact, soon enough the two were falling deeply in love with one another. On her 28th birth date, he went to her father to get their blessing and her hand in marriage; something her parents were sure would never happened. Wanting her wedding to be small and well thought out, deciding to do it in the Summer as it was not her favorite time of the year but it was for him. Deciding for it to be an beach wedding as she liked the beach truly as it drove her to the important parts of her life.
  
  Tragically on the day of their wedding, a massive storm hit the bay, it was one of biggest hurricanes to hit the land in over several years. Although her family made it out alive alongside her lover, she was not so lucky. Her body overtaken by the waves, knowing how to swim wasn't strong enough for the violent waves that took her away farther and farther from shore. No matter how far her love swam for her, fighting between life or death and ultimately losing to death. Her family and lover never found her body as all they knew was that her wedding dress would still be drifting in the ocean till the end of time.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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  faye swanson

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  27

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  march 21

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  female she/her

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  march 22, 2005

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  /event planner+sells crochet items ots

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  pansexual
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  opts to wear t-shirts, sweaters, and jeans before anything else. if you see her dressed up, she is likely off to go do something stupid.

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  fivel stewart

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    reckless

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    movies

    lemonade

    stars

    coloring books

    crochet

    art

    rooftops

    windy days

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    dark chocolate

    snow

    mosquitos

    med school

    head colds
  • fears

    Being alone, failing, spiders, not finding a purpose before she moves on.

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    Finding a purpose.
  • favourites

    red

    popcorn

    dreams by fleetwood mac

    uptown girls

    pink lemonade

    drawing, coloring

  I hate that I just threw it all away. I'm all in my head.
  I'm sorry for the things, are you okay?

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  Virtues
  Courageous - Faye is always available and ready to face danger. Whether its' because of pure recklessness, or because her or someone she knows is in trouble, she will step in to help. Besides, what's there to worry about when you're dead?
  
  Loyal - Give your trust to Faye, and she'll readily give her trust to you. She's prepared to do everything she can to keep the people she loves in her life.
  
  Compassionate - Faye has always been an empathetic person, but becoming a reaper has exposed her to all kinds of peoples and situations she never experienced in her own life. If someone is in need of comfort or support, Faye is always at the ready.
  
  Friendly - Doesn't matter who you are, Faye is always ready to give a good first impression. Sometimes being nice is all that's needed in a situation.
  
  Vices
  Reckless - Unlike when she was alive, Faye has become a very reckless person. Often acting before thinking when emotions are high. Sometimes she may say or do the wrong thing, or sometimes she might run off to be stupid away from the people she knows.
  
  Avoidant - Faye has never been known to talk about her own feelings in any other words than, "I'm fine!". If upset, she'd rather shut down and not talk about it, ignore it all together, or just run away from it.
  
  Stubborn - More often than not, Faye's mind cannot be changed. Her need to help other people often gets in the way of helping other people.
  
  Obsessive - Faye's obsession over what other people think about her can often take over her own actions. She hates being disliked, for fear of ending up alone.
  
  Since she was born, Faye has always been taking care of other people. She was born into a large family, the oldest of seven, and is used to spending her time making other people feel comfortable and safe. Because of this, Faye often forgets to take care of herself. However, even when all her negative emotions come to a head, she refuses to make it anyone else's problem. Often running off and dealing with it by herself, often in not very healthy ways.
  
  Faye still hasn't fully processed the fact that she is a reaper, all her hidden fear and anxieties from when she alive began eating at her the second she found out she was dead. She never found out what she was passionate about, never knew what career to pursue, or even knew what her favorite color was. Slowly, she's begun to reveal and discover what she likes, using her free time to explore hobbies and watch movies, and yet even years later she still has no idea, and this knowledge has begun to swallow her whole.
  
• first stage of life

  Faye was born to a large family, the eldest of seven children, and was forced to become an adult the second she was able to read. She spent most of her childhood taking care of her siblings and helping her parents in what was needed. She would drive her brother to practice every day, pick up her little sister from school, take another sibling shopping for a new pair of shoes, and help another with homework every waking day of her life.
  
  Not once was this ever strange to her, she liked helping people. She liked knowing her family relied on her, and she liked being liked. She still had friends at school, still had times to herself at night in her room, coloring in a new coloring book her brother had bought her. She applied for med school to be a nurse, doing another job that would help people. That was enough for her, she had no need for anything else. As long as she was needed, she was happy.

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  Faye's satisfaction with her life, however, came to an abrupt stop when she turned 26. Her youngest sibling was 17, and almost off to college out of state, and suddenly she wasn't needed by her family anymore. All her siblings had gone off to pursue their passions that she had helped nurture. Her parents were already planning for their newfound freedom to go off on a months long cruise. The people she had spent her whole life supporting didn't need her anymore, and it killed her.
  
  This realization made her realize many other things about her life, like how she hated med school. She hated nursing in general. She hated listening to her coworkers rant about the annoying man they had to take care of that day, or listen to her bosses ridicule her over miniscule things. She hated studying, and for once, she realized just how exhausted she was. But all her friends from school were gone, they had moved on without her, too. She was all alone.
  
  Faye had taken to venting her frustration out late at night, on the rooftop of her apartment complex. She would sit up there in silence, feeling the wind and staring up at the sky. Sometimes she would color, sometimes watch a movie on her laptop, but more often she would sit there. Not even thinking, just feeling. She had done stuff similar to this all her life, in her room, out at the park at night as a teenager. They were precious moments for herself. But slowly, her 27th birthday came up, they just became a reminder that she was alone.

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  On her 27th birthday, all of her siblings had flown home to surprise her. All except one, her closest sibling both emotionally any by age, her brother Angus. He had apologized profusely over the phone, and Faye had told him it was fine. But really, it was killing her.
  
  It killed her how her brother wasn't here, it killed her that her siblings would all fly back to their own lives in another week. It killed her that her own parents were there, off on their cruise. It killed her that the cake was chocolate, because chocolate cake wasn't really her favorite. She didn't know what her favorite cake flavor was, she would just say it was chocolate so her youngest sibling would be happy.
  
  The night after her birthday, Faye snuck out of her parents house, where all her siblings were sleeping and drove back to her apartment, ready to sit on the roof once again and just feel. But the door to the roof was locked, or maybe it was stuck, and she couldn't get it open, and her mind kept going over the strange conversation she had downstairs with a stranger, who had held and squeezed her hand like it was an apology. And after a few failed yanks on the door, Faye found herself stumbling backwards and over the railing, falling down the stairs to her death.
  
  The first thing she did was buy a cake sampler. Her favorite flavor was lemon.
  
  how did you die?
  - Fell down the stairs, super original, I know! But after all I've seen, not the worst way you could go.
  
  do you have any living loved ones?
  - Oh, plenty. Lots of siblings, aunts and uncles. My youngest sibling, Angie, is a professional pianist! I've gone to some of her shows before, sitting in the back, of course. Rules and all, whatever. My dad passed probably a decade after I died, though. I managed to get into the funeral for awhile, but the second my brother, Angus tried to talk to me I left. I just couldn't think of a good excuse as to why I was there, you know? --Wait, don't tell anyone I told you that!
  
  what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?
  - I don't know, what usually causes that? I've been warned before about interfering with my families life, but maybe all this is is just another reaper, messing things up, you know? I can't really blame him. Sometimes I wish I could have saved my dad-- I wouldn't, of course! I know the rules!
  
  how do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?
  Good for them!
  
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[elanara]

full name. maxwell akimatsu hayashi smith
nickname. everyone just calls him max
age. "twenty seven club yassss! oh wait, that's actually kind of fucked up, isn't it?"
date of birth. august 8th, 1993
date of death. mm/dd/2020
gender. m
pronouns. he/him/his/the queen
sexuality. "oh honey, what do you think?"
occupation. customer service representative at verizon. he absolutely hates it. "good lordt, it's fucking bullshit. every single day i walk out of that place i get this close to starting an only fans. i swear to god."

faceclaim. will sharpe from giri/haji
height. 6'2"
hair color. jet black
eye color. brown
distinguishing features.
scars.
modifications. cartilage piercing

likes. 4+
dislikes. 4+
hobbies.
fears.

vices.

• stubborn as hell. emphasize as hell.
• judgemental.
• gossipy.
• self-centered/selfish. and doesn't even realize it. when the roommates are trying to figure out where they wanna go out to eat, it has to be his favorite restaurant. if they go to the movies? what he wants to see. going on vacation? where he wants to go. and yes, he does get pouty and complains if it's something he doesn't like.
• insensitive.

virtues.

• loyal. listen, when it comes to his friends, he has your back. even if you did something completely fucking unhinged, like steal a car, rob a bank, or "smash a wine bottle over a bitch head for stealin yo manz," it doesn't matter how old they are. they could be eighteen or fuckin eighty. he'll fight a bitch.
• compassionate.
• persuasive.
• caring.

background. (2+ paragraphs please)

questions. (please answer as your character)

how did you die? "bitch, i died of fucking covid. it was awful. literally the worst."

do you have any living loved ones?

what do you think is causing people to miss their appointments with death?

how do you feel about people fated to die continuing to live?