Fantasy Necromancer Girls ~The Death God's Game~ CS (9/9)

[CrowOuttaHell]

Character sign-ups for Necromancer Girls ~The Death God's Game~. (Currently leads to Interest Check- the main thread will go up once we're complete.)

Just a few reminders:

- Don't make your character too overpowered- keep their abilities within reason. No one-shotting other characters.
- Anime to drawn FCs are preferred. If you really don't feel comfortable using them, however, I'll be fine with just a written description.
- In-lore, the Reapers appear according to how your Necromancer sees them, i.e if a Necromancer views their Reaper as the literal Grim Reaper, it will appear as such.

If I leave a heart react on your character profile, it'll mean that you've been accepted! If there's still problems with the character, I'll be sure to send you a PM so we can work it out.

Without further ado, the character sheet:

• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

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  Name | |
  
  Age | |
  
  Gender | |
  
  Personality | |
  
  Appearance | | (As stated above, anime to drawn or semi-realistic FCs are preferred, but if you don't want to use them, a written description will suffice.)
  
  Brief Backstory | | (You don't need to outline your character's entire backstory if you don't want to; just be sure to state how they died.)
  
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  Name | | (There's no strict naming rules for Reapers aside from they only have one name.)
  
  Personality | |
  
  Full Appearance | | (Their "full form" so to speak. What they really look like. Full forms can range from completely humanoid to even shadowy monsters.)
  
  Condensed Appearance (Optional) | | (I mean...they serve as the "familiars" of sort so they can take on a condensed appearance.)
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | (Just a brief overview of your duo's abilities. Do they specialize in a certain magic? How do they fight?)
  
  Necromancer Appearance | | (...Look, I did say you'd get fancy transformation sequences in the Interest Check. XD)
  
  Weapon of Choice | | (Your Necromancer's weapon. Generally a Necromancer has a single "trademark" specialized weapon of their own patterned to them.)
  
  Necromancer Skills | | (Your Necromancer's skills. Are they good at shooting? Punching? Are they fleet-footed?)
  
  Reaper Abilities | | (How does your Reaper support your Necromancer in battle? Of course, there's also the choice of having your Reaper do the fighting themselves. XD)
  

Spoiler: Password

To prove that you've read through the CS rules (and because I really need your input on this,) there's a poll up-top in this thread that lists three options for how this RP will tackle the elimination of Necromancers in-game. Below are the explanations for the three options.

Option 1: We use a chance-based combat system, most probably dice. Keep in mind though that I didn't really design the CS to have numeric stats and bonuses, and that I'm not the most versed in dice systems.

Option 2: We create a linear system/timeline beforehand to decide on character eliminations beforehand.

Option 3: We leave eliminations entirely up to chance. Similar to Option 2, but we literally just spin the wheel. I'm...a bit terrified of this one. XD

Be sure to cast your vote when you submit your character!

 

[CrowOuttaHell]

As long as there remains breath in my lungs, I'll continue singing and fighting. Shizuku

• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

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  Name | | Shizuku Inoue
  
  Age | | 19
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | At first glance, it's rather easy for Shizuku to come off as a very cold and closed-off person...and that wouldn't be entirely wrong. Shizuku is rather withdrawn and reserved, though she doesn't go out of her way to actively shove people away. She adopts a rather formal attitude and speaks politely, keeping herself at either a professional distance or just arm's-length away from the people she meet. When asked for her opinion, she tends to reply with her honest opinion, although she still does deliver everything with at least a modicum of respect for the one asking. Her withdrawn disposition however doesn't stop her from sticking true to her personal beliefs-- she appears almost too stubborn in that regard.
  
  To the few acquaintances she does have, at least, Shizuku seems to open up a little easier. This does end up in her speaking a little more honestly (as she thinks that her acquaintances will already be used to her manner of speaking) than she would around someone she wasn't acquainted with, but she does seem significantly less tense about being formal around those she's already close to.
  
  Appearance | | Shizuku is rather petite, standing at only 5'5". Her relatives have sometimes remarked that she bears resemblance to a porcelain doll, with her long, silver hair and pale skin. She appears quite dainty, preferring to dress in understated but elegant clothes, usually in muted to dark colors.
  
  Brief Backstory | | From the start, Shizuku was already a quiet child.
  
  Raised as the only daughter of a wealthy composer and a doctor, Shizuku was the type that didn't always see her parents when she was young due to their lines of work. Her father was usually out at the studio or locked up in his study, and her mother, understandably, took long shifts at the hospital. Despite her family's wealth, Shizuku didn't have many ways to entertain herself, so she turned her attention instead to her lessons. Her lack of friends growing up made her quite awkward when she first entered into school for real, which only made her withdraw even more into her lessons.
  
  By the time middle school rolled around, Shizuku had already started searching for other ways to amuse herself. She did this by picking up various new skills, such as drawing, writing, and most of all singing. She took an interest in art and music, and due to this she managed to bond with at least a few classmates-- although most of them left for different high schools except one. Due to her newly acquired skillset, Shizuku began building up reputation among her school as an academic prodigy.
  
  
  
  
  Of course, though, it wasn't meant to last. Halfway through high school, her best friend at the time noticed that Shizuku was starting to slow down. Despite her seemingly worsening condition, however, Shizuku would stubbornly refuse to rest or give up and continue; at least until her mother finally sat her down and discovered that she had contracted a heart disease.
  
  Despite the strong protests from her relatives and even her friends for her to take it easy, Shizuku insisted that she would be fine, and that she would pace herself. She never really did though, having run into a rather heavy workload at school and even at her home lessons. Due to all her focus on her academics and her skills, she started distancing herself and closing herself off from her friends until only her best friend still stood by her. It finally got so bad that Shizuku later wound up in the hospital, having suffered a heart attack in the middle of preparations for a school activity, just nearing the end of high school.
  
  Shizuku doesn't remember much about her death-- only that her body ached, her chest pain got worse, and the feeling of suffocating; until finally her struggle ended and she breathed her last.
  
  ...At least, until her eyes opened again, only to find a large, black bird sitting at her bedside and staring down at her with beady, all too sentient eyes.
  
  "Tis only a visitor rapping at your chamber door," It croaked, in a voice she couldn't understand.
  
  "Won't you throw the latch and open for me, my Lenore?"
  
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  Name | | Moloch
  
  Personality | | Moloch is a rather enigmatic Reaper; its aura unreadable due to its unconventional form and its disposition for speaking vaguely. The only time Moloch seems to genuinely hold a clear conversation is with its Necromancer, Shizuku. At certain times, it also has a habit of speaking in rhymes, or quoting poems; which it had gotten rather fascinated with in the living world.
  
  Full Appearance | | Moloch appears as a very large bird, standing almost as tall as a human and with a wingspan that could envelop a grown man. It bears resemblance the most to a raven; with black feathers and a black beak, although its feathers appear as if they are merely black smoke or shadows wafting into the air at times. Interestingly, Moloch appears to have three legs- a call-back to the legend of a three-legged crow that represents birth, death, and rebirth.
  
  Condensed Appearance (Optional) | | Moloch's full form does not lend well to travelling around without being sighted, and so it opts to shrink down into a smaller, more human-sized version of itself; a raven that is most commonly found perched atop Shizuku's shoulder or her head. It retains its three legs, however, which is why it sometimes opts to not show itself at all when Shizuku is surrounded by too many onlookers.
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | Shizuku does most of her fighting mostly unsupported by her Reaper. Aside from Shizuku's ranged capabilities due to her projectile-based weapon and her slight control over sound, Moloch itself provides her the capability of flight by attaching itself to her back and letting her use its wings. In times where they need to escape, Shizuku can also temporarily hide herself in the shadows, although the pressure and lack of air inside will eventually force her to come back out.
  
  Shizuku rarely uses necromancy for actual battle purposes, however, only usually calling upon souls in order to use them to scope out areas or have them act as familiars, most of the time. She also seems to have an aversion to using full human bodies, using mostly those of animals if she has the chance.
  
  Necromancer Appearance | | Shizuku's overall physical appearance doesn't change that much whenever she shifts into her Necromancer form, but her outfit changes into that of a more gothic, purple and black dress adorned with roses and feathers as a callback to Moloch's own avian form.
  
  Weapon of Choice | | Shizuku's trademark weapon appears to be an odd microphone- the handle and the stand covered in vines that lead up to a blue rose wrapped around it. Upon activation, additional, floating speakers seem to manifest, floating just next to Shizuku-- also in the shape of blue roses. Upon being sang into, the speakers fire off blasts of magic that upon contact, causes the damaged to feel what Shizuku intends them to feel-- if she intends for it to hurt, it will, but if she intends it to be a paralyzing attack, they may feel frozen in place.
  
  Necromancer Skills | |
  Singing - An unorthodox skill to have in battle, made useful only by her weapon. She generally has the capacity to sing for extended periods of time, allowing her to utilize her weapon to only the limit that her body can handle.
  
  Agile - Her smaller figure, along with Moloch's help, allow Shizuku to be rather good at evading. Her ability has been somewhat reduced due to her prior close call with death and her previous bedridden body, however.
  
  Observant - Able to generally keep her cool under fire, Shizuku is able to keep an eye and scope out hiding areas and other advantageous positions on a battlefield or even just buildings she enters.
  
  Reaper Abilities | | Moloch possesses control over shadow magic; any magic that involves the usage of dimly lit spaces and, to a certain degree, even shadows present during a sunny day. He is only able to temporarily materialize items out of shadows (which Shizuku rarely uses anyways). Moloch's strength lies in his versatile form, however, as Shizuku makes great use of his flight capabilities and his generally unassuming image...three legs aside.
  

 

[Guardian Aelita]

Name | | Risei Sato

Age | | 16

Gender | | Female

Personality | | Risei was always a more cheerful individual back when she was alive. She had a bright smile that could light up any room around her and was always looking to help those around her no matter what the consequences. She’s a very typical class representative of her school and as such, there were some expectations placed upon her by her parents to succeed in life. She also has quite the passion for sewing, whether it be clothes, stuffed animals or bedding. Almost everything in her room is handmade and she can talk for hours about various stitches and fabrics. After death, she keeps that appearance up to her best abilities, but inside, despair has a firm grasp on her heart. The only thing she would truly care about now is her Reaper and how best she should assist them. It’s a very firm stance but perhaps hints of the old Risei are still inside…?

Appearance | | Risei has waist long purple hair and matching purple eyes. She’s wearing a typical winter school uniform with a black jacket, white button up, light blue tie, light blue skirt, white tights and brown loafers. She also has part of her hair tied back with the ribbon stylized to look more like cat ears.

Brief Backstory | | Life was perfect for the Sato family. Shuichi Sato was the benevolent boss of a pharmaceutical company; his wife Misako was a very beloved elementary school teacher and his only daughter Risei was the class representative of the Sunset School of Fine Arts. Everything went smoothly… until that one fateful night. Something had happened between Shuichi and a very disgruntled worker; maybe it was about a docked pay, maybe the worker was being fired, or maybe they just didn’t like each other that day. Whatever the reason, Shuichi, Misako and Risei went home that night planning to just enjoy another day of lovely dinner. Chicken curry was on the table that night… her favorite!

But just as Risei was about to enjoy a bite, there was a knock on the door. Misako was the one to go up to answer that… and then Risei could only hear a slice followed by sickening sounds of her mother slumping to the floor with blood gushing out of her neck. Risei could hear her father and the murderer shouting and fighting. Amidst the fight, Risei ran up to her room to hide, calling the police as soon as she could. Alas… she felt him slice her Achilles tendon as she fell to the ground, screaming in pain. After that, she just felt a repeated sensation of something sharp enter her chest before it abruptly got pulled out and blacked out after the fifth time it happened.

Risei would wake up in the hospital to hear the grim news from a friendly nurse just trying to do her job. The worker had apparently snapped that night and plotted to kill the Sato family and then kill himself. He succeeded in killing Risei’s mother, father and himself, but for whatever reason Risei was still alive. Despite the miracle, Risei couldn’t bring herself to feel any joy. Her parents were dead, killed all because of some reason Risei didn’t fully understand. Besides, she had died, she knew she died, so…

“Yo… I’m gonna ask you for a favor.”

She looked over to see it, a macabre plushie smiling at her and speaking with a calm voice. She knew then and there that this plush was her life now…

 

[Guardian Aelita]

Name | | Dracel

Personality | | Rather lax in his speech and mannerisms, Dracel has the air around him that he doesn’t truly care about anything other than himself and his needs. That said, he does have a passion towards his goals and is willing to do what it takes to get what he wants. He’s cordial enough to Risei and encourages her from time to time, but for the most part, the only thing he cares about is himself.

Full Appearance | | He doesn’t like to dip into this form often but his true form is entirely shadow. Long horns that reach the ceiling, claws that extend past its fingers, red glowing eyes that have spirals in them signifying a type of madness and a ferocious grin that could leave anyone trembling in fear.

Condensed Appearance | | Normally, Dracel will take on the appearance of someone his Necromancer likes so that the job can get done easier, however due to unnatural circumstances, he’s resorted to taking the appearance of a plush of Risei’s celebrity crush. This particular plush is rather gruesome though as blood drips out of the head and there’s a white patch of fabric on top of the head, indicating a bandage.

 

[Guardian Aelita]

Overview of Abilities | | Dracel and Risei fight in more of a fragile form. Because Risei is weak in physical combat, she relies heavily on her necromancy abilities to do any actual fighting. She’ll shoot out her spells and back away before the enemy can hit her. However, Dracel will help Risei if she does end up getting hurt by making it so that Risei can no longer feel pain during a fight. That way, she can keep focus and not worry about the agony going through her.

Necromancer Appearance | | Risei’s hair has grown significantly longer and while her eyes are still purple, they are hollow and empty. She wears a very long light blue dress with light blue long sleeves and a dark blue cloak surrounds her as an almost patchwork blanket.

Weapon of Choice | | Due to Risei’s love of sewing, her weapon is a magical needle. This needle can remain the same size as it usually is or it can be extended into a larger almost rapier-like weapon. When the needle is at its usual small size, it acts as a focus for her to cast her reaper’s abilities and once it gets to be the weapon form, she’s typically weaker as she has no real experience with combat and fighting.

Necromancer Skills | | Determined: Even if the odds are stacked entirely against her, Risei utterly refuses to give up and will find any sort of opening she can to secure victory.

Ruthless: If there’s a weakness, Risei will exploit it. Even if she has no way of exploiting the weakness due to her limited abilities, she will remember it and find a way to exploit it.

Unassuming: Risei has the element of surprise on her side. With how sweet and kind she presents herself in the real world, how can she possibly be a combatant? Here’s how.

Reaper Abilities | | Dracel can help by trying to instill fear into the enemy. When the plush gets a sadistic looking smile similar to his actual form, the smile will try to feed on the enemy’s worst fears and make them unwilling to attack Risei. In addition, Dracel has two magic spells that Risei can use; one of them shoots a ray of poison at the opponents that has the chance to poison them to make them physically weaker. Another is a life steal ability, where when Risei looks hurt, she can drain some life out of her enemies to heal herself for only half of what she drained.

 

[General_warNpeace]

Amai Sato

I don't want to hurt you, but I'm done letting you or anyone else hurt me. charactername

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• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

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  Name | | Amai Sato
  
  Age | | 18
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | Amai is a very sweet and kind girl, always ready to help her friends and worries over others. However, her quiet and shy nature has led her to be viewed as a push over and she was often bullied as a child. She took the hit's and taunts with a smile never letting the other's see how they hurt and refused to fight back. She did her best to forgive those that bullied her but the harm to her caused an impact on her personality and she found that she had a dark side she constantly fought with. One that wanted to stand up, fight back, and hurt those that had hurt her. Instead she settled with being protective over those she cared about. She has low self esteem and never saw herself worth protecting. Since dying her darker side has been slipping out more often and she has gotten more bolder and become less of a pushover. When fighting she tends to pull away mentally so she can focus on the small part of her that likes the thrill of the fight and not the part that wants to not hurt others. Regardless she still tries to be kind as often as possible when not fighting.
  
  Appearance | | Amai stands at 5'4 with a petite slim build. She has light pink hair and matching pink eyes that sometimes darkens to a crimson red, especially when angry.
  
  Brief Backstory | | Amai was abandoned on the steps of a church and grew up in a small orphanage under the care of nuns. They were poor but the nuns were kind and taught Amai and the children to be kind as well. When she was adopted at the age of 6 Amai held onto this, even as her new father beat her and her mother and eventually left them when she was 10, Amai did her best to see the good in everything and everyone. Her mother worked at a cafe and did her best to raise Amai alone but wasn't home often and, when she was, she often wanted to be alone. Amai basically raised herself and did her best to care for her mother, cooking and cleaning with the occasional odd jobs to help with bills. Because of her kind nature Amai was often bullied and so had very few friends. She stayed home often and, when she wasn't caring for the house or her mother, often daydreamed about a life with friends. It was during an attempt to make friends that Amai was killed, she had tagged along with some girls in class to go sing karaoke. The girls were never outright mean to her like others in class and allowed her to join them out of pity. On their way home Amai and the girls were attacked by a crazy man and tried to run away. The other's escaped and Amai almost did as well but was hit by a car running across the street. The impact killed her.
  
  
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  • Name | | Asmodia
    
    Personality | | Asmodia may be cute and tiny in fox form but in her regular form she tends to push Amai around. She is a tough girl that likes violence and tends to push Amai to go past her comfort zone's and do new things. She is a bit rough around the edges with a foul mouth and likes to flirt with everyone and everything. Despite this she generally cares for Amai and view's herself as an older sister figure for her.
    
    Full Appearance | | Usually taking the form of a two tailed fox when in the human world Asmodia's real form is that of a petite 5'5 female with thigh length black and red hair, eyes the color of blood, and with small horns adorning her head. Her pale skin makes her resemble more of a ghost then a human and she often wears yakata's in dark colors with bare feet.
    
    Condensed Appearance Asmodia often takes the form of a small two-tailed fox that Amai carries around. When fighting she can grow as big as a tiger with large teeth and horns.
  
  
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  • Overview of Abilities | | Amai often uses melee weapons to fight and has control over energy, able to bend and bind it together to create shields and explosive orbs. When an enemy is hit with one, it blows up with a white light and causes damage to her opponent. However, the orbs drain her and she cannot use her shield while creating them so she often relies on her shield and weapon. Usually Amai just uses her necromancer powers to cause distractions or make familiars but occasionally she will lay a trap with them. Asmodia helps fight occasionally but mainly uses her larger form to transport Amai.
    
    Necromancer Appearance | | When fighting Amai's outfit changes to the outfit above.
    
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    Necromancer Skills | |
  • Agile - Her smaller figure, allows her to be rather good at evading.
  • Observant - Used to going unseen Amai has gotten good at observing things other's would miss.
  • Strong - Used to doing labor in the odd jobs Amai is stronger then most would think, though that's been impacted by her recent death and she still has a way to go to match most opponents
    
    Reaper Abilities | | Asmodia possess the ability of energy manipulations. Using this ability she can hide herself, use the energy as a weapon, and make shields. Because of the strength needed to channel this power Amai is only granted access to a small capacity of it. Asmodia occasionally helps in battle but mainly uses her larger fox form to carry Amai while making them invisible as staying big for a long time drains her energy.

 

[jcplays]

Name | Hanako Yamamoto
Age | 18
Gender | Female
Personality | Hanako is distant and introverted. She is caring and empathetic, but only acts on it for the people she truly cares about. As a child, she struggled with difficulties opening up about her self, which only worsened after her "death". She is very clued into other people's emotions regardless and often looks for subtle ways to help people feel better without making her own self feel uncomfortable.
Appearance | I'll draw her later. She has long, black hair, purple eyes, is about average size and 5'8.
Brief Backstory | After a shooting in a local shopping mall, she found herself losing consciousness in the corner of a clothing store. After paramedics found her, they said there is a 0% chance she would've survived this - so why did she? (I have more to add later but this is the part most relevant to her character.)

Name | Crow
Personality | Crow is selectively mute and speaks only to those necessary to complete his job. He is often dismissive of emotions and focuses on the task at hand, which makes it difficult for other beings to get along with him.
Full Appearance | Crow appears as a shadow shaped like a cloaked figure. His eyes change color to suit his mood. (Will also draw him later!)
Condensed Appearance (Optional) | Crow, oddly enough, turns into a solid black cat with red eyes.

Overview of Abilities | Hanako's abilities are mostly strength-based. The stone in her hatchet harnesses her magic and spiritual abilities.
Necromancer Appearance | A silk, black, long-sleeved dress that goes down to her knees. It somewhat resembles Crow's form.
Weapon of Choice | A hatchet with a purple stone embedded in the top of the handle.
Necromancer Skills | She is a quick thinker, as well as being quick on her feet. She is particularly skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
Reaper Abilities | Crow is particularly skilled in protection spells and boosting Hanako's current necromancer abilities. If he feels it's necessary, he can/will also bring her into a sort of "spirit state" which essentially gives her a 10-second boost in direct hand to hand combat, mid-air or on the ground (and moral support BABEY!).

 

[wickedwinters]

Yui Kobayashi

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Luck is the downfall of all being. Yui

• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

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  Name | | Yui Kobayashi
  
  Age | | 19
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | Yui doesn't take shit from anyone. While not being hurtful on purpose, her sarcastic nature did make her a couple of enemies. She uses sarcasm as a coping mechanism and to hide her softer side. She can be caring and loving, but this part of her is only reserved for the most remarkable people and, of course, her best friends: animals.
  
  Appearance | | Yui is 5'6" – a bit above average height for a girl her age – black hair, which she mostly wears loose, but sometimes braids a strand close to the crown of her head when the class gets too dull and then leaves it like that because she likes the way it looks. Her figure is slim but still has feminine curves. She doesn't work out, however, since Yui is the one running the household and having to walk to school because there is no money for transportation, it still shows in her appearance.
  
  Brief Backstory | | Yui had to learn at a very young age to fend for herself. Her father left when she was just a baby and never showed his face ever again. The young woman doesn't even know his real name. Neither does her mother, with all the pills and drugs she's been taking before Yui managed to finally institutionalize her. Back then, she was 13 and put into foster care for almost 2 years. That's when she had to find out an addict mother, and a runaway dad was not the worst the world had to offer.
  
  She was not the only child the pair had adopted. They did it mostly for the money and to have someone to take their bad moods out on. Yet, from the stories the other kids had to tell, they still were the lucky ones. And if that was all luck had to offer Yui, she was done with it.
  
  Her life did seem to get more comfortable when her mum came back from the psych ward, however. Yui felt she could breathe again and behave like an ordinary girl her age. She was able to go to parties, make some bad choices, and screw up in some classes without the weight of knowing she would have to take care of someone or a beating at home for it. For the first time in her life, she was able to think about her own future, and what she could imagine was not a horrible dump with no-one there for her; everything seemed to finally brighten up. She wanted to become a vet since animals have always been her best friends – even though it sounds sad – but they never disappointed her, they were there for her whenever everyone else wasn't. Plus, the University of Tokyo offered her a full-ride scholarship for Veteneray medicine.
  
  However, Yui's mother did not want her to leave. She screamed at her and even threatened to kill herself if she was ever to leave her alone. The black-haired girl was used to those tantrums from back when her mum couldn't afford to buy her psychedelic substances. That's why she didn't think anything of the menaces. She would get over it, the way Yui would get over her mother not being able to be happy for someone else but herself for just once. It would have been nice to have someone being proud of her, but it didn't seem to be in her cards.
  
  Little did Yui know, she should have taken the threats seriously.
  
  On the day before she was to leave for college, her mother was calmer than usual, and Yui believed it was because she had finally accepted there was nothing that could be done to make her stay. But boy, was she wrong.
  
  The night of her death, Yui woke up in the middle of the night. It was dark, and when she inhaled, it smelled like burnt steak, and she didn't seem to be getting enough oxygen anymore. In the darkness, she got up, recognizing she was lying on the floor instead of her bed and tried to find the light switch. Stumbling around, she finally figured out she was in the basement. When she reached the door, the doorknob send a stinging sensation through her hand and down her spine. That was when she finally realized, her mother must have drugged her, carried her into the cellar, and set the house on fire. There was no way out. She tried screaming, knocking, and even kicking in the door. Nothing happened. The smoke got thicker, and her head heavier. At one point, she just gave in to the queasiness and laid down on the ground.
  
  The next time she opened her eyes, something seemed to snuggle up to her from behind. For a second, she gave in to the warm feeling of being held by somebody. But when the dreamy disorientation wore off, and it did fast, Yui remembered there was nobody supposed to be in bed beside her. And when she turned, a ghoulish figure jumped on her chest, holding her down. The personage threw its head from left to right in quick succession, seemingly appearing on either side without a movement motion, and let out a screeching scream that – Yui was sure – should have shattered every glass in the neighborhood.
  
  
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  Name | | Arcaza
  
  Personality | | Arcaza is a very shy and scared reaper. She tries to find strong people who can protect her instead of the other way around. She doesn't feel bad abandoning her necromancers and instead is looking for new victims stronger than the ones before.
  
  Full Appearance | | The reaper is entirely made up of smoke. Her upper body resembles a ghoul, and instead of legs, she has smoke that flows under her. Her face doesn't have any eyes, just holes, and her mouth, which only opens when she screams, is then still covered by a smoky membrane.
  
  Condensed Appearance | | Arcaza can turn into a tiny owl that flys around mostly unnoticed, but can also make annoying screeching sounds if need be to throw off her adversaries if they do notice her presence.
  
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | Since Arcaza isn't a very useful companion when it comes to fighting, Yui does most of the heavy lifting herself. She uses shadow magic to conjure her weapon and wields it to harness the power of darkness.
  
  Necromancer Appearance | | In necromancer form, two goat horns grow from Yui's head and tiny bat wings from her back. Her outfit changes to a tight onesie, which covers most of her body and seems to consist solely of smoke, yet is entirely non-transparent.
  
  Weapon of Choice | | Yui can conjure a smoke scythe she then uses for fighting and to tap into her shadow magic.
  
  Necromancer Skills | |
  Shadow dash – she can become smoke herself for a very short time, in which Yui can move at an insane speed into the direction of an enemy and then re-emerges behind them.
  Blade wheel – Yui can spin her scythe at such a speed that multiple scythe heads start to turn at the same time and stay at the spot she conjured them, dealing devastating damage.
  Animal calling – since she is very close to animals, Yui can call upon the souls of perished animals around her, which will then aid her in battle in a shadowy resemblance of their mortal form.
  
  Reaper Abilities | | Arcaza usually hides during any on-going battles. But can – at times and if she really likes her necromancer – appear in dire situations, when the fight seems to be nearly lost, she rushes to her disciple's side and lets out an unbearable scream, close to the one of a banshee, dazing opponents for a short time.
  
  

 

[Stikes]

Sakoto Yamabe

Please, stay still. It'll be easier for both of us. Sakoto Yamabe

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• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

• 
  Name | | Sakoto Yamabe
  
  Age | | 17
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | Tired, distant, and mistrustful are all words that one could use to describe Sakoto. She tends to stay quiet, preferring to fade into the background. If somebody does interact with her, she does her best to keep herself at arms length, showing her disinterest with a placid face and dead tone.
  
  When melded with Jack, however, she becomes much more talkative - but also picking up his crassness and abrasive demeanor. She keeps to a fairly monotone voice even so, but it's colored by her slight, sharp smile. When fighting others, she tends to be silent aside from the occasional chuckle, growl, or disparaging comment. However she has a viscous glint to her eye, and and even sharper grin.
  
  Appearance | | Sakoto stands fairly tall at five-ten, with a lean, lanky frame. Her hair is a dark, messy bob, she wears rumpled casual clothes.
  
  Brief Backstory | | Sakoto's life was just too much for her to deal with. She could feel the walls closing in, the pressure mounting. She'd started high school as an A student, then steadily tumbled down to depressingly average, then splattering on the rock bottom of Fs and Ds. Stress caused her to lash out, pushing away all her friends. Her parents never outright said it, but she knew they thought of her a disappointment, a failure.
  
  So, she decided to try to leave it behind, run away as far as she could. She stole her parent's car one night, and started driving towards the next town, with no plans to stop or slow down - not even when it started raining. Speeding combined with wet roads made her skid off road into the forest, totaling the car. She tried to get out and keep going on foot, but the cuts, broken bones, and cold meant that she collapsed, dead, within the hour.
  
  At least, until she felt hard metal object poking her in the side. "Hey, hey, hey. Get up, kid. Ya ain't dead yet. Or, well, ya 'aint anymore. Whatever."
  
  
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  Name | | Jack Rabbit
  
  Personality | | Jack is loudmouthed fast-talker with a crass sense of humor and abrasive tone. He advocates violence as the first and only solution, and revels in a good ambush or bloodbath. Very kind to prey animals, though the exact reason why is a mystery.
  
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  Condensed Appearance | |
  
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | It would be apt to compare Sakoto to the villain in a slasher flick. She's strong, stealthy, and she just keeps coming.
  
  Necromancer Appearance | | She wears the same coat, gloves, and boots Jack does. Rather than wear a creepy bunny mask, though, her hair simply turns white.
  
  Weapon of Choice | | A large two-handed axe. Wounds inflicted by it bleed profusely and heal poorly.
  
  Necromancer Skills | | Patience: She is very good at hanging back or hiding for long durations, waiting for the right moment to strike.
  
  Perceptive: Sakoto's perceptive abilities are exceptional, allowing her pick up on tells or weaknesses of her opponents, as well as stay alert.
  
  Combatant: She actually had a respectable amount of martial training, both with weapons and unarmed. She can handle herself in a fight.
  
  Reaper Abilities | | Rather than fight or watch from the sidelines, Jack melds himself with Sakoto, providing her with several unnatural abilities.
  
  • Strength: The fusion lends Sakoto remarkable physical power. She can swing her heavy axe with ease, heft a grown man, and break through doors or barricades with a few solid kicks.
  • Implacability: She is able to totally ignore pain and disabling injuries while fused, as well as gaining a slight healing factor. She also can appear to be walking menacingly while still covering distance as though she were jogging, though this still tires her out as normal.
  • Stealth: While fused, Sakoto comes under what could be called a perception filter. Her movements are muffled, an she'd be difficult to pick out of a crowd or with a passing glance. This effect is enhanced in when she stands in shadow.
  
  

 

[Paolumu]

In advance, I only have an android so I apologize for any formatting issues. May have mistakes I'll fix later when I get some sleep haha (EDIT: Aw crud yep, there were a lot of mistakes. Hopefully I fixed it )

For your information, the only cyclops I am is that dude with lazer eyes. Samara

• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

• 
  Name | | Samara Bauuman
  
  Age | | 18
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | While she's pretty fussy and has slight anger issues, she has a strong maternal instinct and is deeply protective over those she cares about, although often acts on impulsive and selfish decisions for those she doesn't. She puts up a confident and unphased front to hide the deep rooted insecurity and excited, childlike nature she's harbouring under that giant poof of pink hair. She can also be accidentally super morbid, especially with her newfound powers, although she definitely tries to hide it when she's aware of it. Slightly odd despite how normal she tried to be.
  Samara's memories are distorted and she doesn't remember much of her life due to a traumatic brain injury that happened a year before her death, of which only had been partially healed. She's sleepy most the time, gets easily disoriented and goes through huge mood swings. But, to make up for all that, she's also strongly independent, adjustable, brave, energetic((even with how sleepy she gets, which is impressive)), and is pretty creative when it comes to figuring solutions on a time limit. Her skills consist of woodcarving((and general sculpting)), cheerleading, fostering, and nail painting.
  
  
  She's also a big coffee fan ever since she's been ressurected. Appreciates weird and sometimes gross delicacies. One of her newfound powers is eating raw and rotten meat and you're darn right she uses it.
  
  Appearance | | Standing at 5'3, Samara has shoulder-length, dyed pink hair and natural black eyelashes over one blue eye. While she puts her hair into two minnie mouse style buns most of the time, she does like to experiment with complicated hairdos((that her reaper may or may not do for her)). She always makes sure to wear a headband that covers the stitches just over her bangs. This pink gremlin really loves girly and preppy clothes that are in season, and it's near impossible to see her in pure dark colors.
  
  Brief Backstory | | While her parents were originally from Russia, Samara was born and raised in this country, moving state to state for her dad's job until finally, when she was 4, settling into a two bedroom apartment that happened to be in this city. Her parent were both heavily traditional, but both forced to work jobs in order to afford rent even if it had been against their beliefs. Her father was a carpenter, often working overtime to get a project done, while her mother struggled to find a stable job after moving time and time again, being dragged around by her husband's dream big attitude and forcing her and her own family's relationship to be a distant one. From a young age, Samara's mother was controlling to her in return and had reign over every aspect of her life, privacy, and made her follow strictly toward gender roles while her husband did the same to his wife. Back then it wasn't too horrible, when her dad thought her mom was being too much(not realizing he was himself), he brought Samara over to his workplace, showed her the essence of woodworking and this alone time of watching her dad create shapes became something she genuinely looked forward to. This in combination to growing up locked in an empty room, she became obsessed with the idea of creation.
  
  When Samara reached the age of 6, it was then her and her family realized she had been getting hallucinations. And after refusal to give her the medicine the doctor recommended because it's 'poison' and 'wouldn't help her', her dad came up with a genius plan. During her birthday, he gifted the young child a knife to teach her the basics of woodwork in hopes the impressionable child would be like her daddy and it would be therapeutic to her.
  It, uh, didn't help. For a while at least. It was a mess at first, there would be blood and gashes that nobody did anything about and she toughened up to, but after a three more years she had started to become skilled at it.
  Running out of inspiration one winter night, she had started sculpting the monsters from her hallucinations under her splinter filled bedsheets. This gave her the sensation that putting them to solid form was making them happy and, little to say, she was thrilled at this discovery. Samara learned to ease herself by seeing her imaginary harassers as friends in need, and giving them their own personalities and names began helping. Her creations had not only become her only belongings, but like her very own family.
  When her younger brother, Nikolai, came along, she was practically rocking her fists in excitement for a new addition to this empty house. This excitement, however, extended when her mother was finally getting a stable job, and this meant Samara would take care of him. Aside from her wood carving, this little brother had become everything to her, even if at times they were both whiny little brats.
  At age fourteen, her parents divorced when they were no longer feeling the spark they once had and Samara and her brother Nikolai lived with their mother, who had slowly started developing into an alcoholic under being a working single parent and stuck in this god forsaken country away from the only family she cared about. Samara was made to join the cheerleading squad to afford her mother more time to drink where she would begin as an outcast but slowly develop into the competitive atmosphere where it was roughly learned that behaving normal was essential now. After being initially bullied for her sheltered behavior, she began lying and changing herself more often in desperation to fit in, keeping the fact she was raising her little brother secret, beginning to realize that maybe nurturing a little bro at such a young age wasn't as good or normal as she thought.
  
  Years pass, at age 16, Samara would become part of the most popular clique in school after a long time climbing. She could now even use her own pent up frustrations against other students like her mom did to her! It was a win-win really, maybe not for the people she now bullied, but why would she care? There's no punishment for it.
  Even though this step was made out of lies and undesired changes, it seemed like her life was headed in the right path. Hallucinations continued, but she didn't find them as bad as she used to. She'd simply run out of things to fear.
  Samara thought she did, at least.
  
  Age 17.
  While driving her two children home from afterschool activities, her mom had drank a little too much that afternoon after morning retail.
  You know what happens next.
  
  Crash, boom, everything was wiped after one single, dumb turn.
  The only thing Amara remembers is the offensive smell of coolant whilst stretching her shredded up hands across rubbly pavement with pebbles burning between skin. Traversing until finally, clasping onto her brother's warm body in the car, falling asleep to his slow, reassuring breathing.
  
  But it wasn't technically the end.
  I mean, nobody died out of it.
  
  Her traumatic brain injury sent her into a vegetative state and she died after a year of life support under natural causes. It was sad for a while, but her family's grown from it now, and her brother's doing fine. That's what her reaper told her.
  
  Except, well, that's not the truth. Her mother lost custody after that, and truth be told, the bills were more than what her dad had bargained for and he didn't want to move into a poorer area and lose his hard worked job. Under a long time considering his options, he had chosen to kill her with the very pillow she laid on to woodwork with as a child.
  What has happened to them after, neither her or her reaper know.
  
  And life got helluva stranger from there.
  Currently, her 'dad' is a pair of gloves in disguise who still likes to pretend his natural form is a cartoon character. And said jackass won't tell her where the damn her family is until she completes a stupid quest to "become a death god".
  What a bother.
  
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  Please don't call me that. Ultimate Deathlord Extreme the Buttkicking Sensei

  Name | |He allows Samara to call him Deathlord only, but she continues to test this poor soul. His actual name is Abel.
  
  Personality | | Even if his form is comforting most the time, his entire demeanour can be unintentionally intimidating. Deathlord is quiet and thoughtful. When he does speak it's done in a simple manner and always within a comforting whisper. He's deeply considerate toward how others may feel and never speaks until he thinks fully of what he's about to say. He would rather leave someone oblivious than know the cold hard truth.
  A gentle and sweet reaper with a childlike wonder. He can never bring himself to personally destroy a person or an object with history embedded in it. He appreciates arts of all forms and finds himself endlessly fascinated by the artistic beauty in things that half the time sometimes aren't even supposed to be artistic. Just because he's kind doesn't mean he doesn't act, still gets angry if pushed too far by Samara especially.
  
  For now though, he's unfortunately, Samara's verbal punching bag.
  
  
  
  Full Appearance | | A pair of floating, cartoonish gloves that speak through a mixture of sign and context clues. They can fit on you seemingly perfectly no matter what size hands you have. For those without hands or abnormal ones, the shape magically changes in the process of sliding them on to make them easy to wear.
  
  Condensed Appearance| | Naturally, he follows reaper rules in being seen as whatever people see him as, and in Samara's case, she sees him as his dad.
  But he can shapeshift outside of that form as well. Although he always has to be wearing his gloves or he'll morph back into his natural form which means to see who he is, someone can simply rip them off. However to this very day, he has never used this ability against anyone as it seems. This shapeshifting is only used to make his victims more at peace with their death, sometimes going as an icon from something they used to like as a kid or a close person, doing this even for all ages and even those who don't need it. Currently for Samara, he's a villian (and ironically a reaper) from her little brother's favorite cartoon, whose name is actually dumb ole Deathlord. He stands at a whopping 6'5 and wears a suit.
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | She only has the basic power of necromancy and summoning she carried from Deathlord. And because of her brain injury, she can't even resurrect or summon a full body.
  However, despite that description, she isn't useless. Samara makes up for this by being extraordinarily powerful in what she can do. The teenager can summon limbs within her sight and bend them to her will, create and animate living abominations made of these limbs, and add them to her own body. She also uses this power for ridiculously mudane tasks like scratching her back on a part she can't reach and practicing her nail painting skills. However she can't do too much at once, and she's incredibly fragile.
  
  Necromancer Appearance | |
  
  
  
  
  Spoiler: Just in case

  For fellas having a rough time finding a ref dress like I did, the related images have an over ambudance of them
  
  Obtains a ladylike rocco dress that flows loosely off her and a pearl necklace to match. Any shoes or other accessories seemingly just disappear until she turns back, leaving her bare footed so she has traction against flesh and to have more places to summon if needed. Wears her hair loose in this form.
  
  Weapon of Choice | | An itty-bitty wood carving knife the size of her wrist to the top of her thumb. The blade is two inches long and used only as a last resort. The handle is made of soft peepal wood and the blade of bluish iron. Has a small spinning wheel design itched into it's handle, resembling that from sleeping beauty. She's not good at knife combat though.
  
  Necromancer Skills | | Samara is a glass canon. Because of this, she uses her skills to strengthen her defense in creative ways and still has to act both offensively and defensively or she'll die. Multitasking is essential.
  
  Limb summoning: Ability to summon limbs or flesh anywhere in sight as long as it isn't on something living(except her). These limbs can be animated and fuctional, but require slightly more energy to animate. She can also summon these limbs on her body if she pleases to make herself more of a weapon, but is limited to it's organic matter and only human limbs. Avoids doing this when she can.
  Flesh Lumps: Yup. Just as gross as it sounds. She can summon mangled body parts and muscles wrapped with a thin membrane of skin to take the blunt of attacks and to wear as body armor. She can summon different sizes. Here's some references, though they're typically more lumpy.
  Spoiler: (Art made of plaster and people posing)

  
  Creation: This one is limited, the energy it saps depends on the size of the abomination. If it's the size of an adult male, her other summons are very limitied and few, being restricted to only summoning a few limbs. Abominations are semiconscious, made of body parts and have the same intelligence and behavior of a grumpy chihuahua. They have a mind of their own, but require energy to maintain. She treasures these abominations and refers to herself as their big sis. An inspiration, though they can be made of different body parts:
  Spoiler

  
  Reaper Abilities | | Allowing her to use his powers in the first place and acting as her scapegoat. Though Deathlord doesn't have any extravagant escape methods, he's big enough to carry her in his arms and is a great bargainer. If it comes down to it, he can steal back a very small portion of his powers and take over her job briefly to do what he needs to do. This only contains being creative with flesh lumps though.
  
  He refuses to partake in battle otherwise unless he sees something morally wrong about a person dying, whether it be Samara or who she's fighting. Does not believe in an unhonorable win.
  
  

 

[SCSaya06]

"There's got to be more to life beyond the 9-5." Hazel Rei

• Necromancer
• Reaper
• Equipment and Abilities

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  Name | | Hazel Rei
  
  Age | | 24
  
  Gender | | Female
  
  Personality | | Hazel is an introverted woman. She prefers to keep to herself during her free time though she has enough social skills to work professionally alongside other people in her team. As a result of living alone in the big city, she had adopted a more pragmatic mindset when it comes to her limited finances. She rarely splurges on anything, taking care to have a sizable nest egg for rainy days. Still, she can be a pleasant and laid-back person in her own right, with a relaxed attitude perfect for enjoying the typical city life.
  
  Brief Backstory | | Hazel was a feature writer for an online tech and lifestyle publication. However, she only views the job as a stepping stone for her later career plans to become a full-time investigative journalist for a respected paper under the publication’s parent company. She has been working for the branch for two years now, allowing her to build a significant portfolio of articles regarding the industry.
  
  Her career came to a screeching halt during the coverage of a launch event at the countryside. During the course of her interviews, she had stumbled across a plot concocted by malicious actors looking to sabotage the launch for their own gain, possibly leading to fatal results. They managed to get her before she could alert the proper authorities and took her deep into the woods just beside a dangerous cliff. She was shot twice in the chest and her body plummeted down to the cold and raging river, concealing the grisly crime.
  
  Yet despite the darkness of the night and her quickly fading vision, she espied a peculiar figure scuttling along the riverbank. It was a rabbit with glowing red eyes and fur darker than everything around it. It followed her as she drifted on the riverbank, leaping nimbly along the rocks until it reached her at the more shallow part of the river. Even more surprising was its strength as the rabbit dragged her out of the water despite its small size. As her life slowly started slipping away from the wound on her chest, she heard the black rabbit speak:
  
  "Two choices: You can slip away quietly in the evening, or I can give you a second chance at life even if it would mean thrusting you into an even bigger battle that lies ahead."
  
  However, Hazel did not have to ponder the question for too long. Her death was too sudden and her life felt unfulfilled. Without hesitation, she takes up the dark rabbit's offer.
  
  
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  Name | | Inlé
  
  Personality | | Inlé is a more reserved and maybe even benevolent Reaper. He claims to have been harvesting souls even before humans were able to formulate the very concept of 'soul'. He is always on the move and thus, he never actually sticks around with Hazel. He mainly fetches the souls of those who die from old age, those who die alone with no one to mourn them and even the souls of lesser creatures like animals. On the rare occasion that he and Hazel see each other, he is always ready to help out with most of her questions. Most of them, at least.
  
  Full Appearance | | Inlé claims to have taken many forms throughout his long tenure as a Reaper. These usually take the form of creatures that would not have looked out of place in their environment, only distinguishable by his glowing red eyes and all-black coloration. He keeps these traits regardless if he is shifting into a creature of the scale, feather or fur. Currently, he takes the form of a black rabbit with a prominent white skull acting as a helm of sorts. This form also doubles as his condensed form as a Necromancer's familiar.
  
  
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  Overview of Abilities | | Hazel acquires her Reaper's powers of transforming shadow into usable matter. Often, she translates this by turning them into items she actually has experience using as opposed to exotic forms. For combat, Hazel draws upon her past self-defence and hunting lessons learned at school and her father, given that Inlé is rarely around to support her in combat.
  
  Necromancer Appearance | | Due to Inlé's no-fuss, distant relationship with Necromancers, Hazel acquires the most basic transformation possible. She gains a black cloak over a similarly black robe, trousers and boots, giving her the archetype Reaper look. Inlé explains that Hazel could eventually change it into something more flattering if she wants but so far, she isn't too inclined to do so yet.
  
  Weapon of Choice | | As she needs to draw into her own experience to use a weapon she is most familiar with, Hazel usually manipulates her shadows into a pair of handguns. On rare occasions, she also turns it into a sniper rifle and a long dagger in case a fight gets too close.
  
  Necromancer Skills
  
  Reach and Stature - Due to being taller than the average woman in the city (she stands at 5'11"), Hazel immediately gets a height and reach advantage whenever a confrontation descends into melee combat.
  
  Marksmanship - Hazel has studied how to use handguns and hunting rifles during her time abroad. Her father hunted as a hobby and he had taught Hazel these skills for self-defence.
  
  Observant - A journalist by trade, Hazel is good at gathering and piecing together information needed to crack mysteries and get to the truth behind the headlines. She's good at staking out places and socialising in order to extract as much information as possible.
  
  Reaper Abilities | | Inlé rarely gets involved in his Necromancer's personal fights. Providing advice on how to use the powers he bestowed and answering certain questions regarding a Necromancer's path is the extent of the support he provides Hazel. He shares the same power as Hazel yet in his case, he uses it to change his body into different forms. Based on his stories, Inlé had already transformed into more dangerous animals in the rare event something makes an attempt on his life.
  

 

[NecromancerNight]

Name | | Kiku Kasuga

Age | | 16

Gender | | Female

Personality | |Kiku is an extrovert. She prefers to spend her time earning money. Although not being from a poor family, Kiku feels safer with money in hand. She sometimes cross dress since she works in a male-only club at night. Although with her head in the cloud most of the time, Kiku is good at relating to people. She is compassionate, cheerful, and tries to make friends. She can be sharp-tongued, but usually to those she really cares about.
After death, she started losing her feelings and slowly became more obsessed with money. Kiku became pretty clingy to Yen, her only friend since she now lives on the street. She is still a workaholic though.

Appearance | | 155cm, short and small. Sometimes likes to cross-dress

Brief Backstory | | Kiku's parents are archaeologists who mostly work abroad and she lives in a boarding school. The school does not allow part-time jobs so she has to sneak out to the city to go to her work place. There was a shortcut, a steep slope near the dorm. It was a rainy day and she slipped.
BAM
Both her legs snapped and she couldn't move. No one found her, and she was near death She hit her head on the way down and lost her memories.
"Wow, I really thought you'll be prettier."
Yen's first impression of Kiku is a fist in his face.
Now they live on the streets, constantly bickering. They are living from paycheck to paycheck, which is not helped by Yen's shopping habits.


Name | | Yen

Personality | | Yen is a cheerful reaper who loves to shop. Inside, he knows that he is weak but he always tries to look on the bright side. He is really impressed by how competent Kiku is and tries to keep her away from harm. After being with Kiku for so long, he began to fear night shifts.

Full Appearance | | A wad of cash, if you look carefully, it is fake. He rarely goes into this form.

Condensed Appearance | | A handsome dude in his early twenties



Overview of Abilities | | She can control anything that is or was used as currency (psychokinesis on money). Yen does not count as money. She pretends that her abilities are controlling strings, though. Also she can stick Yen (the reaper) on a dead body's forehead and turn them into Jiangshi.

Necromancer Appearance | | Wearing a daoshi clothes with short skirts and long sleeves which annoys Kiku a lot because it is cold. She always puts on a jacket after transformation.

Weapon of Choice | | a form of currency used in ancient China. She sharpened it for maximum damage and tied it on strings to fling around. Unfortunately, these are not cheap so she always pick them up after battle (that is what the strings are for.). She usually rely on ambush attacks.

Necromancer Skills | |
Fast, good at parkour- For getting to work
Strong- For hauling heavy things around
Balanced- She can balance five trays at once.

Reaper Abilities | | Turning dead bodies into Jiangshi. (with a change of clothes too.) They will continue to follow Kiku’s command until the bill get torn off the body.