Fantasy Death Inc. Employee Registry

[Jean Otus]

Main Thread: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/death-inc.323809/

This is the first of many lifeless forms you'll fill out during your eternal career as a Reaper, submit this one and you're bound in contract to reap souls for the rest of time.

Appearance:

Name:

Age upon Death:

Reason for Death:

Religion(If Applicable):

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc):

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position:

Relevant Personality:

Relevant Personal History:

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement):


Here's an example. I remember filling this out after I died, when was that again? It seems like forever ago...


Name: Matthias Corvinus

Age upon Death: 22

Reason for Death: Blood Loss

Religion: Epicurean Philosophy

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc.): Impressive how death has been streamlined into an efficient process with rules, files, and offices. Very Impressed.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Never considered an afterlife or reincarnation, might as well have a job to do for eternity.

Relevant Personality: Organized, Laid Back, Slow to Anger, Allergic to Work

Relevant Background: Can't recall life before death

Requested Reaping Tool: Cavalier Saber

 

[GiantSugarCake]

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Name: Haisley Fae Katze

Age upon Death: 17

Reason for Death: Overdose

Religion(If Applicable): Didn't really have one but was interested in Buddhism

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Surprised at the amount of time someone spent thinking about death, impressed at the process

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Being reincarnated multiple times seemed too boring, reaping souls looked helpful, and it wasn't like there was anything else fun to do

Relevant Personality: She's pretty energetic, always looking for something to hold her attention like music does, she plays the piano, flute, and sings a bit, her personality is manic though so will go into deep depression spells, her wish is to help as much as possible.

Relevant Personal History: Haisley was raised in a beautiful home, she was adopted at a young age by two women who loved each other a lot so decided to share that love with another being, that being just happened to be Haisley. The two women already had two sons that they had previously adopted, Oliver and Alexander, identical twin brothers who were five years her senior. As she grew Haisley grew to love her strung up family, her symptoms of being manic depression didn't show till she was ten where she missed an entire week of school, ran away, and then threw a surprise party for her brothers. Her mother, Raven was the first to suggest a doctor and her mommy Leah agreed after a few more days, neither of them wanted anything to happen to Haisley but a couple months after the test results were in, and she was diagnosed with intense bipolar disorder. Years of it went by, and with treatment Haisley was looking better, she was sleeping regularly, she wasn't as impulsive everyone was impressed, and so was Hailey.. which lead to her deciding that she didn't need the medication anymore.
As guessed that didn't work out that well and Haisley was in the biggest relapse of her life, her weight was low, she was sleeping through class, and her manic episodes of depression were spreading. People started talking, they were all worried about Haisley but that just made her more panicked, so five days after her seventieth in a frenzy of guilt, tears, and paranoia she swallowed all of her pills at once in an attempt to fix herself again.
As a result, multiple hours later her own limp body was found on the ground, Haisley was dead.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): twin Japanese Tachi swords

 

[Keyfiel]

Appearance:

Name: Ashley "Ash" O'Donnel

Age upon Death: 32

Reason for Death: Fatal gunshot to the head.

Religion(If Applicable): Atheist (Roman Christian upbringing)

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Her previous job was already about death, but she never could have immagined the kind of bureaucracy behind the messes she usually left behind. It kinda bum her a bit that it's mostly paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: It was either this or Hell, and she heard scary stuff about that place.

Relevant Personality: She's a jolly good fellow, always finding a good reason to party and drink hard. However she know how to stay in line and be professional, altrough she just can't avoid to crack a joke or a sarcastic comment. She's a loyal friend, the kind that would catch a bullet if given the chance, however her loyalty lies where the money is at, and is capable of morally questiobable actions if that would mean earning some cold cash

Relevant Personal History: Best crackshot in the semi-secret military contractor Advanced International Militia (AIM for short) and a former Green Berret. Anywhere the smell of gunpowder could be smell she was there, gunning down enemies without remorse and just doing her job for the salary. Her life was kinda good, sometimes receiving the occasional wound that she would heal in an absourdly short ammount of time (some sources reveal that she just packed herself with painkillers and her body had more bullets than a drum mag). But anyway, she escaped death so many times that she gained a reputation of a reckless woman and a deathseeker, some even joked (while some didn't) that she was immortal. But of course there's no such thing as an immortal human in this world, and one day she found herself on the loosing side of a war. She was ordered to defend a village in South Venezuela, on paper an easy task, but after a week of never ending air bombing and gunfights with semingly never ending hordes of enemies, the village was deemed too much trouble for its worth. But she stood there. It wasn't the money and she still had a sane enough head, yet she choose to devend the village to the bitter end. The rason for what sounded like suicide was that she was adamant to protect the children of the village with which she bonded with. As an heroic sacrifice she fought her enemies with thooth and nails while the kids were evacuated to a safer place. It was a sad ending for her but she was happy that for once in her life she did something good.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): A machete.

 

[Jean Otus]

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Name: Haisley Fae Katze

Age upon Death: 17

Reason for Death: Overdose

Religion(If Applicable): Didn't really have one but was interested in Buddhism

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Surprised at the amount of time someone spent thinking about death, impressed at the process

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Being reincarnated multiple times seemed too boring, reaping souls looked helpful, and it wasn't like there was anything else fun to do

Relevant Personality: She's pretty energetic, always looking for something to hold her attention like music does, she plays the piano, flute, and sings a bit, her personality is manic though so will go into deep depression spells, her wish is to help as much as possible.

Relevant Personal History: Haisley was raised in a beautiful home, she was adopted at a young age by two women who loved each other a lot so decided to share that love with another being, that being just happened to be Haisley. The two women already had two sons that they had previously adopted, Oliver and Alexander, identical twin brothers who were five years her senior. As she grew Haisley grew to love her strung up family, her symptoms of being manic depression didn't show till she was ten where she missed an entire week of school, ran away, and then threw a surprise party for her brothers. Her mother, Raven was the first to suggest a doctor and her mommy Leah agreed after a few more days, neither of them wanted anything to happen to Haisley but a couple months after the test results were in, and she was diagnosed with intense bipolar disorder. Years of it went by, and with treatment Haisley was looking better, she was sleeping regularly, she wasn't as impulsive everyone was impressed, and so was Hailey.. which lead to her deciding that she didn't need the medication anymore.
As guessed that didn't work out that well and Haisley was in the biggest relapse of her life, her weight was low, she was sleeping through class, and her manic episodes of depression were spreading. People started talking, they were all worried about Haisley but that just made her more panicked, so five days after her seventieth in a frenzy of guilt, tears, and paranoia she swallowed all of her pills at once in an attempt to fix herself again.
As a result, multiple hours later her own limp body was found on the ground, Haisley was dead.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): twin Japanese Tachi swords

Accepted. Good thing about being a spirit is there's no brain to be chemically unbalanced.

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance:

Name: Ashley "Ash" O'Donnel

Age upon Death: 32

Reason for Death: Fatal gunshot to the head.

Religion(If Applicable): Atheist (Roman Christian upbringing)

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Her previous job was already about death, but she never could have immagined the kind of bureaucracy behind the messes she usually left behind. It kinda bum her a bit that it's mostly paperwork. Lots and lots of paperwork.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: It was either this or Hell, and she heard scary stuff about that place.

Relevant Personality: She's a jolly good fellow, always finding a good reason to party and drink hard. However she know how to stay in line and be professional, altrough she just can't avoid to crack a joke or a sarcastic comment. She's a loyal friend, the kind that would catch a bullet if given the chance, however her loyalty lies where the money is at, and is capable of morally questiobable actions if that would mean earning some cold cash

Relevant Personal History: Best crackshot in the semi-secret military contractor Advanced International Militia (AIM for short) and a former Green Berret. Anywhere the smell of gunpowder could be smell she was there, gunning down enemies without remorse and just doing her job for the salary. Her life was kinda good, sometimes receiving the occasional wound that she would heal in an absourdly short ammount of time (some sources reveal that she just packed herself with painkillers and her body had more bullets than a drum mag). But anyway, she escaped death so many times that she gained a reputation of a reckless woman and a deathseeker, some even joked (while some didn't) that she was immortal. But of course there's no such thing as an immortal human in this world, and one day she found herself on the loosing side of a war. She was ordered to defend a village in South Venezuela, on paper an easy task, but after a week of never ending air bombing and gunfights with semingly never ending hordes of enemies, the village was deemed too much trouble for its worth. But she stood there. It wasn't the money and she still had a sane enough head, yet she choose to devend the village to the bitter end. The rason for what sounded like suicide was that she was adamant to protect the children of the village with which she bonded with. As an heroic sacrifice she fought her enemies with thooth and nails while the kids were evacuated to a safer place. It was a sad ending for her but she was happy that for once in her life she did something good.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): A machete.

Accepted. Welcome to the office soldier. That was a nasty head wound, you looked like split melon when I found you.

 

[ReadingTheRunes]

Appearance:

Name: Dominic Stowall

Age upon Death: 27

Reason for Death: Cancer- chronic myeloid leukemia (more info on it: http://www.cancercenter.com/leukemia/types/tab/chronic-myeloid-leukemia/)

Religion(If Applicable): Spiritualist

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Very interesting and exciting.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: He feels as if this new job will give him a new lease of life as he didn’t get to experience much before he died.

Relevant Personality: joking, stubborn, selfless, knowledgeable, practical

Relevant Personal History: Dominic had started studying history in university at 20. His main interests were medieval history and the viking period. However, after a year he started getting strange symptoms. Dominic put off seeing a doctor until he came down with a fever. His university roommate called the emergency services and he was rushed to hospital. A few tests later, they found that he was in the middle stages of Chronic myeloid leukemia. However, he was determined to carry on so tried to carry on with university as well as going through chemotherapy. This took a toll on his body, exhausting him to the extent where he could hardly stay awake. A few years and many treatments later, Dominic was told that he was in the stages of remission. As soon as he was given this news he carried on with university as he had to take a 2 year break. However, only approximately 6 months later, they had found that his cancer had come back. He had been having tests every month to keep tabs on it, every time somehow missing it. This time Dominic was told that it had spread to his kidneys, liver, spleen and lungs. They tried giving him bone marrow transplants, more chemo and radiotherapy- none working. The cancer spread aggressively, now making him bed bound in hospital. As this type of cancer killed you slowly, especially with the treatments he was having, they moved him to his parents home to be taken care of. A further 2 years after, another test showed that he had the cancer had additionally spread to his brain. The doctors told him that this indeed would kill him. With this news, he decided to come off all treatments so he could die with at least some dignity left. Approximately 4 months after, he once again got a life threatening fever, falling into a coma. In instinct, his parents rushed him to the hospital where he lay in intensive care, on breathing aid. However, a few days after they made their mind up to turn all machines off as he wouldn’t have wanted to live like this. Dominic then died at 11:45pm that day. He never did finish his university course.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Gladius

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance:

Name: Dominic Stowall

Age upon Death: 27

Reason for Death: Cancer- chronic myeloid leukemia (more info on it: http://www.cancercenter.com/leukemia/types/tab/chronic-myeloid-leukemia/)

Religion(If Applicable): Spiritualist

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Very interesting and exciting.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: He feels as if this new job will give him a new lease of life as he didn’t get to experience much before he died.

Relevant Personality: joking, stubborn, selfless, knowledgeable, practical

Relevant Personal History: Dominic had started studying history in university at 20. His main interests were medieval history and the viking period. However, after a year he started getting strange symptoms. Dominic put off seeing a doctor until he came down with a fever. His university roommate called the emergency services and he was rushed to hospital. A few tests later, they found that he was in the middle stages of Chronic myeloid leukemia. However, he was determined to carry on so tried to carry on with university as well as going through chemotherapy. This took a toll on his body, exhausting him to the extent where he could hardly stay awake. A few years and many treatments later, Dominic was told that he was in the stages of remission. As soon as he was given this news he carried on with university as he had to take a 2 year break. However, only approximately 6 months later, they had found that his cancer had come back. He had been having tests every month to keep tabs on it, every time somehow missing it. This time Dominic was told that it had spread to his kidneys, liver, spleen and lungs. They tried giving him bone marrow transplants, more chemo and radiotherapy- none working. The cancer spread aggressively, now making him bed bound in hospital. As this type of cancer killed you slowly, especially with the treatments he was having, they moved him to his parents home to be taken care of. A further 2 years after, another test showed that he had the cancer had additionally spread to his brain. The doctors told him that this indeed would kill him. With this news, he decided to come off all treatments so he could die with at least some dignity left. Approximately 4 months after, he once again got a life threatening fever, falling into a coma. In instinct, his parents rushed him to the hospital where he lay in intensive care, on breathing aid. However, a few days after they made their mind up to turn all machines off as he wouldn’t have wanted to live like this. Dominic then died at 11:45pm that day. He never did finish his university course.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Gladius

Accepted. I think I might remember University. Not quite. At least it's less complicated that way. Good thing about this job is that you forget where you come from real quick.

 

[Noivian]

Appearance:

Name: Alistair Deimos

Age upon Death: 25

Reason for Death: Assassination

Religion(If Applicable): Atheist

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Efficient yet understaffed.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: I don't want to be reincarnated.

Relevant Personality: Alistair's personality varies greatly. He can be both loud and demanding, but also quiet and unnoticeable, though he prefers the former. When without any authority figure, Alistair will step up to become an authority. However, despite his background, he has very little experience leading, having always left that to his father and brother. Alistair is very sure of his own abilities, and will do his best to protect those close to him.

Relevant Personal History: Alistair was a prince in a kingdom, with an older brother Octavius. His father, King Mort died when Alistair was 18, poisoned by his power hungry older brother. After a few years under Octavius' tyrannical ruling, Alistair in turn had his brother assassinated. However, because Alistair didn't have enough funds in the treasury, he in turn was killed by the very people he hired.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Rapier

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance:

Name: Alistair Deimos

Age upon Death: 25

Reason for Death: Assassination

Religion(If Applicable): Atheist

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Efficient yet understaffed.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: I don't want to be reincarnated.

Relevant Personality: Alistair's personality varies greatly. He can be both loud and demanding, but also quiet and unnoticeable, though he prefers the former. When without any authority figure, Alistair will step up to become an authority. However, despite his background, he has very little experience leading, having always left that to his father and brother. Alistair is very sure of his own abilities, and will do his best to protect those close to him.

Relevant Personal History: Alistair was a prince in a kingdom, with an older brother Octavius. His father, King Mort died when Alistair was 18, poisoned by his power hungry older brother. After a few years under Octavius' tyrannical ruling, Alistair in turn had his brother assassinated. However, because Alistair didn't have enough funds in the treasury, he in turn was killed by the very people he hired.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Rapier

Accepted. I hope that chip on your shoulder doesn't cause too much of a problem. No princes or kings down here.

 

[ashenseraph]

Name: Freya Nightingale

Age upon Death: 19

Reason for Death: Suicide by slitting her own throat

Religion(If Applicable): Wiccan (pretended to be Christian in front of friends and family)

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): She is very excited!

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Freya enjoys adventures that take her to new places.

Relevant Personality: Freya is a quiet girl, normally keeping to herself. She is wise beyond her years, seemingly having an old soul. She has a low tolerance for stupidity and will often speak out if someone is wrong. Other than that, she doesn't like to meddle in the affairs of others. She may come across as arrogant, but she likes to believe that her honesty and constant corrections are only mistakenly viewed that way, as she is just trying to help others by curing ignorance.

Relevant Personal History: Freya's mother died when she was 14 and was raised primarily by her father. Her childhood was difficult as she felt like she never fit in. She had a few friends here and there, but it seemed as though they would always drift apart. Freya soon felt the consequences of constant abandonment, as any friends she made eventually forgot about her; any romantic relationships she had would end abruptly within a few months, usually in the manner of "ghosting". Freya slipped into a perpetual depression as she observed the world around her. She saw how greedy and selfish humans were and felt that this wasn't a problem that could be fixed. This was an issue with the entire human species. Using her Wiccan knowledge, she would cast spells and perform rituals in order to receive some sort of life guidance, but she walked away empty handed. The only thing these rituals helped with was her finding peace in her heart. One day, tired of living a meaningless life in a world full of despair, Freya walked out into her garden with a freshly sharpened athame. She sat amongst nature, which she has the highest reverence for, and after saying goodbye to the world, quickly made two deep slashes on both sides of the neck over the carotid artery.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Crescent Moon blades.

 

[Jean Otus]

Name: Freya Nightingale

Age upon Death: 19

Reason for Death: Suicide by slitting her own throat

Religion(If Applicable): Wiccan (pretended to be Christian in front of friends and family)

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): She is very excited!

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Freya enjoys adventures that take her to new places.

Relevant Personality: Freya is a quiet girl, normally keeping to herself. She is wise beyond her years, seemingly having an old soul. She has a low tolerance for stupidity and will often speak out if someone is wrong. Other than that, she doesn't like to meddle in the affairs of others. She may come across as arrogant, but she likes to believe that her honesty and constant corrections are only mistakenly viewed that way, as she is just trying to help others by curing ignorance.

Relevant Personal History: Freya's mother died when she was 14 and was raised primarily by her father. Her childhood was difficult as she felt like she never fit in. She had a few friends here and there, but it seemed as though they would always drift apart. Freya soon felt the consequences of constant abandonment, as any friends she made eventually forgot about her; any romantic relationships she had would end abruptly within a few months, usually in the manner of "ghosting". Freya slipped into a perpetual depression as she observed the world around her. She saw how greedy and selfish humans were and felt that this wasn't a problem that could be fixed. This was an issue with the entire human species. Using her Wiccan knowledge, she would cast spells and perform rituals in order to receive some sort of life guidance, but she walked away empty handed. The only thing these rituals helped with was her finding peace in her heart. One day, tired of living a meaningless life in a world full of despair, Freya walked out into her garden with a freshly sharpened athame. She sat amongst nature, which she has the highest reverence for, and after saying goodbye to the world, quickly made two deep slashes on both sides of the neck over the carotid artery.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Crescent Moon blades.

Accepted. We always get one of you despair cases in the mix. Keep that despair under control now, we don't need you going rogue. We've just started the meeting, please join in.

 

[Midnightchan123]

Appearance: (see picture)

Name: Lilly Lovelace

Age upon Death: 23

Reason for Death: murder with a knife to the throat.

Religion(If Applicable): agnostic

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): in one word: amusing

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: I like to keep busy and waiting in line for reincarnation or the afterlife sounds...dull

Relevant Personality: bright, happy go lucky think tank with a thirst for science fiction and horror

Relevant Personal History: Was born on october 31st 1993 and grew up in bright and sunny florida, I grew up reading and playing video games and was homeschooled till highschool, I managed to make good friends and after highschool I took a break from learning for 2 years to explore the world, meeting new people, attending science fiction conventions whenever I could and then attended college back home at age 21 studying botany, I had fun those three years till that fatefull night at a party that killed me...I wont go in details...

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): *the old wording is scratched out* ok, one big scyth then please

 

[NeoStigma]

Name: Alexander

Age upon Death: 22

Reason for Death: Failed Magic Trick/Stunt Burnt, charred and extra crispy!

Religion: Christian

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc.): Interested and Curious

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Seems fun and interesting

Relevant Personality: Dare Devil, Cunning, Sly, Charming, Outgoing, Laid Back, Open Minded, Curious

Relevant Background: Alexander was a college drop out and became a street performer juggling daggers, performing magic tricks. With some luck Alex got some recognition and became a famous magician, for a few years he performed death defying stunts that left the audience in the giant stadiums breathless. Sadly his career was short lived after accidentally killing himself due to a failed stunt. Other than that he can't remember much about his past, all he knows is his first name and his love to perform for an audience. He does remember a shards of fond memories, like the applause of the crowd, and a sweet smile of a very pretty girl.

Requested Reaping Tool: Do you happen to have sharp pieces of metal decorated to be playing cards? No? A bit too extravagant? How about Throwing daggers? Six to seven of them would be nice.

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance: (see picture)

Name: Lilly Lovelace

Age upon Death: 23

Reason for Death: murder with a knife to the throat.

Religion(If Applicable): agnostic

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): in one word: amusing

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: I like to keep busy and waiting in line for reincarnation or the afterlife sounds...dull

Relevant Personality: bright, happy go lucky think tank with a thirst for science fiction and horror

Relevant Personal History: Was born on october 31st 1993 and grew up in bright and sunny florida, I grew up reading and playing video games and was homeschooled till highschool, I managed to make good friends and after highschool I took a break from learning for 2 years to explore the world, meeting new people, attending science fiction conventions whenever I could and then attended college back home at age 21 studying botany, I had fun those three years till that fatefull night at a party that killed me...I wont go in details...

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): big daddy drill arm or batlet from startrek

I'm afraid the materials desk couldn't reproduce the weapons you talked about. I'll need you to change your request before I can approve this form.

 

[Jean Otus]

Name: Alexander

Age upon Death: 22

Reason for Death: Failed Magic Trick/Stunt Burnt, charred and extra crispy!

Religion: Christian

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc.): Interested and Curious

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Seems fun and interesting

Relevant Personality: Dare Devil, Cunning, Sly, Charming, Outgoing, Laid Back, Open Minded, Curious

Relevant Background: Alexander was a college drop out and became a street performer juggling daggers, performing magic tricks. With some luck Alex got some recognition and became a famous magician, for a few years he performed death defying stunts that left the audience in the giant stadiums breathless. Sadly his career was short lived after accidentally killing himself due to a failed stunt. Other than that he can't remember much about his past, all he knows is his first name and his love to perform for an audience. He does remember a shards of fond memories, like the applause of the crowd, and a sweet smile of a very pretty girl.

Requested Reaping Tool: Do you happen to have sharp pieces of metal decorated to be playing cards? No? A bit too extravagant? How about Throwing daggers? Six to seven of them would be nice.

Accepted. Ooh, I remember reaping you, that was a nasty little accident. If it helps I was rooting for you right up until I had to rip the soul from your charred corpse. We're in the orientation meeting right now, please join in.

 

[Midnightchan123]

Edited Jean Otus

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance: (see picture)

Name: Lilly Lovelace

Age upon Death: 23

Reason for Death: murder with a knife to the throat.

Religion(If Applicable): agnostic

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): in one word: amusing

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: I like to keep busy and waiting in line for reincarnation or the afterlife sounds...dull

Relevant Personality: bright, happy go lucky think tank with a thirst for science fiction and horror

Relevant Personal History: Was born on october 31st 1993 and grew up in bright and sunny florida, I grew up reading and playing video games and was homeschooled till highschool, I managed to make good friends and after highschool I took a break from learning for 2 years to explore the world, meeting new people, attending science fiction conventions whenever I could and then attended college back home at age 21 studying botany, I had fun those three years till that fatefull night at a party that killed me...I wont go in details...

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): *the old wording is scratched out* ok, one big scyth then please

Excellent, we can give you one of the "classic" models. Accepted, please join in on the orientation meeting.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Appearance:

Name: Alora May Tokan

Age upon Death:14 years

Reason for Death: Beaten then tied to train tracks

Religion: None

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Nervous, but seems to enjoy it.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: This "game" seems fun

Relevant Personality: Young and energetic, Kind hearted and likes to have fun. She thinks this whole thing is a game. She can be easily startled and when scared is commonly found in some dark corner or dark hiding place crying. She is fearful around taller men and tends to get very quiet when around them, most of the time just ignoring them and pretending that they are not there at all.

Relevant Personal History: Growing up was very rough for Alora, her mother and her use to play "Games". When daddy came home it was hide and seek, when Daddy found you it was tag, if you were caught it was stay still and play dead until daddy walked away then you play hide and seek again. Life was like this until Alora was around the age of eight, and then one day daddy came home early and when the games were done mommy never woke up from playing dead. Everything went downhill from there. Constant beatings, the games became worse and worse as Alora lost the games more and more at least till Alora made some new games to play around the age of twelve.
When Daddy was sleeping it was hiding the booze or making new hiding spots. Alora had even found a crawl space in the floor to hide in when stuff got real bad at home. When daddy was at work the game was to find something to at to the booze. Alora noticed that the pills in the bathroom cabinet would make daddy sleep and keep her from getting her losing game beating sometimes.
At the age of fourteen, Alora had not heard the door open, nor had she seen the bag go over her head before it was too late. Alora did not like this new game, she did not enjoy being thrown or beaten around the house in a bag. After a few moments everything calmed down, she was still in a bag, but she was being carried somewhere. She could hear birds, for the first time, she was physically outside the house, not the way she imagined it, but she loved the sounds she was hearing outside. Soon the bag was set down and Alora could hear the sounds of her father walking away mumbling something to himself as he left. For some time Alora pushed and tried to make her way out of the bag, slowly finding it harder and harder to breathe in before she heard an all to familiar noise. A train horn. It sounded way too close for Alora's comfort and she began to struggle, even more, biting and trying to rip at the bag to break free as the ground underneath her began to shake at the train got closer and closer to her. Alora broke out of the bag just in time to see the front of the train ram into her at full speed.

Requested Reaping Tool: A bladed Whip (She asked for a "Dangerous Jump rope" this was close enough for her liking)

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance:

Name: Alora May Tokan

Age upon Death:14 years

Reason for Death: Beaten then tied to train tracks

Religion: None

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Nervous, but seems to enjoy it.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: This "game" seems fun

Relevant Personality: Young and energetic, Kind hearted and likes to have fun. She thinks this whole thing is a game. She can be easily startled and when scared is commonly found in some dark corner or dark hiding place crying. She is fearful around taller men and tends to get very quiet when around them, most of the time just ignoring them and pretending that they are not there at all.

Relevant Personal History: Growing up was very rough for Alora, her mother and her use to play "Games". When daddy came home it was hide and seek, when Daddy found you it was tag, if you were caught it was stay still and play dead until daddy walked away then you play hide and seek again. Life was like this until Alora was around the age of eight, and then one day daddy came home early and when the games were done mommy never woke up from playing dead. Everything went downhill from there. Constant beatings, the games became worse and worse as Alora lost the games more and more at least till Alora made some new games to play around the age of twelve.
When Daddy was sleeping it was hiding the booze or making new hiding spots. Alora had even found a crawl space in the floor to hide in when stuff got real bad at home. When daddy was at work the game was to find something to at to the booze. Alora noticed that the pills in the bathroom cabinet would make daddy sleep and keep her from getting her losing game beating sometimes.
At the age of fourteen, Alora had not heard the door open, nor had she seen the bag go over her head before it was too late. Alora did not like this new game, she did not enjoy being thrown or beaten around the house in a bag. After a few moments everything calmed down, she was still in a bag, but she was being carried somewhere. She could hear birds, for the first time, she was physically outside the house, not the way she imagined it, but she loved the sounds she was hearing outside. Soon the bag was set down and Alora could hear the sounds of her father walking away mumbling something to himself as he left. For some time Alora pushed and tried to make her way out of the bag, slowly finding it harder and harder to breathe in before she heard an all to familiar noise. A train horn. It sounded way too close for Alora's comfort and she began to struggle, even more, biting and trying to rip at the bag to break free as the ground underneath her began to shake at the train got closer and closer to her. Alora broke out of the bag just in time to see the front of the train ram into her at full speed.

Requested Reaping Tool: A bladed Whip (She asked for a "Dangerous Jump rope" this was close enough for her liking)
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Accepted. I remember, this one was hard to watch. You could have been admitted to limbo, which isn't the worst deal. Well we take care of our own in this organization. Welcome to the family, kiddo.

 

[Jean Otus]

Appearance:

Asymmetrical branches and brambles covering a barely visible decayed corpse. It seems that the forest not only clung to his corpse, but to his soul as well.

Name:

The Mired Hunter


Age upon Death: 46

Reason for Death: Drowning in a mud pit deep within the forest

Religion: Pagan (Unknown dark gods of nature)

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Eager

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Was looking for a second chance to hunt

Relevant Personality: Usually quiet and very reserved. Extremely disagreeable towards excessive actions or unnecessary wastes of time. Prefers to be efficient and take any advantage he has to finish the job.

Relevant Personal History:

It was so long ago that the Mired Hunter met his fate, that he himself had forgotten his own name. It was irrelevant for his work, which in the land of the living, used to be as a hunter. It was the one thing he enjoyed in life, even more than his own wife and family. Indeed, his fascination with hunting became more of an obsession, as he started worshiping strange pagan gods for fortune on hunts and exciting prey. Unfortunately, this would be his downfall. One day as he was following what he assumed to be a sign from the gods, which was in fact leakage from a swelling tar pit, he slipped in and slowly met his fate. Strangely, some force within the forest bound his soul within its branches, hiding him from the spirit of death. Through many hundred years of his spirit struggling to escape his spirit finally crawled out of the forest, only to be reaped. Even after this though, he firmly holds his beliefs on the ancient dark gods.

Requested Reaping Tool(Any Bladed Implement): Bow

Just a bow and a quiver of arrows. As soon as possible please.

I'm sorry but to work here your soul has to be human. A corrupted soul like your's is actually what we train to fight down here. In addition, a bow isn't a bladed implement.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

I'm sorry but to work here your soul has to be human. A corrupted soul like your's is actually what we train to fight down here. In addition, a bow isn't a bladed implement.

I can assure you, I am not corrupt, except for my skin. All that the forest did was just make me ugly, which I don't really mind too much. I'm pretty sure an arrow would classify as bladed, but if that's still not acceptable, I would like a very big ax.

 

[Jean Otus]

I can assure you, I am not corrupt, except for my skin. All that the forest did was just make me ugly, which I don't really mind too much. I'm pretty sure an arrow would classify as bladed, but if that's still not acceptable, I would like a very big ax.

I'm sorry but you said it yourself in your form. The forest clung to your soul. We can't have impurities like that in our operatives.

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

((Hold on, this IC character sheet stuff is really confusing me. When I wrote it clung to his soul, I meant that his soul was being restrained by the forest itself. In the backstory, I wrote that his soul was trapped in the mire by the forest, but he eventually escaped. Again I am very confused in writing a character sheet IC'ly, so I'll rewrite some parts. Also, if you still won't accept me into being a reaper just because I have some bark on my skin, can I get into the roleplay some other way?))

Jean Otus

 

[Jean Otus]

((Hold on, this IC character sheet stuff is really confusing me. When I wrote it clung to his soul, I meant that his soul was being restrained by the forest itself. In the backstory, I wrote that his soul was trapped in the mire by the forest, but he eventually escaped. Again I am very confused in writing a character sheet IC'ly, so I'll rewrite some parts. Also, if you still won't accept me into being a reaper just because I have some bark on my skin, can I get into the roleplay some other way?))

Jean Otus

Part of the premise for this RP is that all the new recruits were Souls my character reaped himself. So you escaping the mire doesn't really work for the incoming recruits. I think I have an idea for how you could be in this. Don't change anything in your CS, and PM me. We can work this out.

 

[LostHaven]

Appearance:


Name: Kaine Windfallow

Age upon Death: 17

Reason for Death: Got lost inside Windfallow Manor (his 'Uncle's' mansion) and then eaten alive by a pack of canine-like creatures. He stabbed himself in the throat instead of being eaten alive.

Religion(If Applicable): Wuuu? If you've seen what I've seen, you really wouldn't want to believe anything. Honest.

Impression of Amalgamated Reaping Society(Death Inc): Sooo... If I'm a reaper, does that mean my existence surpasses that of an Elder Lich? FUCK YES, I GET TO LAUGH IN MY UNCLE"S FACE.

Reason for Accepting Reaping Position: Well, mainly because I can brag to Faust about being more powerful than him. I think. Am I?

Relevant Personality: Bruh, my Uncle has a PhD in medicine, I have PhD in PvP.
Kaine is firstly a TOTAL FUCKING PAIN to deal with. He is very irritating and will NOT shut up. He can be very insulting at times, and hardly gives a shit about anything. Most the time, he'd be stuck on his couch, with stacks of Mountain Dew. Most the time, his earphones are in his ears, that play ear-rapingly loud music. He can't read lips either... When a situation is serious, and involves the risk of his friends, or other people's deaths, he will go no-shit tolerated mode.

Relevant Personal History:
Kaine is a blood relative (though very distant) to an Elder Lich named Faust Windfallow. During his life, he's had his share of interactions with the creature (though he sometimes finds Faust very annoying). He spent countless hours mucking around in Windfallow Manor, though his 'uncle' always told him to NEVER open closed doors, and go inside the rooms. Being an Elder Lich, Faust had always experimented with different corpses of creatures. However, Kaine eventually got curious (it took a few years. You know what they say, curiosity killed the cat) and opened a closed door. Even though the room was pretty much completely dark, he still entered. Then, some weird massive dog thing pounced on him, followed by five more. He was actually smart though, and ended his own life, because he'd much rather die quickly and not get eaten alive... Faust did find his dead body, though he just left it to be. 'Might as well let the Grim Reaper take his soul.'

During life, however, he was rather proficient with a Glock 18, (though was rather disappointed after learning that Death Inc. only allowed blade weapons). He learnt self-defence through Kendo, but he wasn't the best. (well that is if you call winning third place in a Kendo tournament bad.) He chose a Katana just because it sounded cool, and he sucked with other bladed weapons. And he refused to use a scythe, unless Death Inc. brought him the Guillotine Scythe, which would mean they'd have to pry it off an Elder Lich.

Requested Reaping Tool: Katana