Sign Up Death Becomes Me (M-LSV)

[Akieen Cloud]

She was nothing short of surprised when she was told she was dead.
"WHAT! But I feel pain and I can do all the things I normally do. How is that being dead!"
A deep voice sounded around her as she stood in the black abyss.
"You have been chosen to be a reaper of souls. You will walk amoung the living as a human, you cannot die or be killed. You are already dead.You will be given powers to help you. An Element and ONE spell. Your job is to collect the souls of wondering humans and lead them to peace. You must do this before the Ancients take them."
"Ancients?"
"The gods and goddesses of hate and desruction. If they gather enough souls they will break from their prison and destroy the world. Then they will come for us."
"So how exactly am I supposed to do this?"
"You will be given instructions. And a team."
"A team? Of how many?"
"How ever many show for you to have."
"How will I know if it's a soul!"
"You'll know."
She now stood in her window looking out over the city. A light glow rose from a small apartment telling her another soul was lost. A figure in a long black trench caot walked along the roof following the soul.
"Oh no you don't."
She jumped from her window to the roof and stood infront of the figure.
"You can tell those Ancient bastards, they can kiss our *****."
She drew a long balde from her jacket and beheaded the figure, smoke rose from the corpse as it dissappered. She ran her hand throught the light and guided it upward. She had been alone in this city for over 60 years protecting the people and souls within it, and so far Lucifer had found no-one to help her.
"Things are getting heavy, if he doesn't find me some help soon...the city will be over run and there will be nothing I can do for it...Lucifer, I could really use some help."
She cursed as another figure floowed another soul through the street. Jumping down she saved that one and went back to her veiw of the city from the Tokyo Tower, she was begining to have trouble.
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Alright as you can see, your character is DEAD. Nothing for it. You are a reaper and you collect and protect souls. The only way to kill a 'follower'(ancient minion) is to behead it. Your character CANNOT die. You already are dead. But you do bleed, feel hunger, pain. Your human still...only well...dead. The ancenits are our enemies. We collect the souls and try to keep them from breaking from their prison and destroying the world.
Sighnup:
I need 3 characters. Lucifer and 2 gods or goddessses. Lucifer is a GOOD GUY! Gods and Goddesess and BAD. Pm me if you want one of these spots. Everyone else here's what I need from you.

Name:
Age: Age you were when you died, you still look that age.
Gender:
Bio:
Personality:
Apperance:
Weapon: the deal with weapons, 2... PLEASE no guns. other than that...no limits, but remember the only way to kill a follower is to behead it so keep that in mind.
Mode of death: how you died.
Spell/Element: ONE PER CHARACTER. More than one character can have the same element.
Here is mine...
Name: Mikoto Naminan
Age: 80(died at 17)
Gender: female
Bio: Mikoto was born in Tokyo and raised there. Her love for the city is not limited by anything. She was the youngest officer in her district and worked hard at her job. She was respected Highly for her skills and was chosen to be a reaper because of this and her no-problem attitude.
Personality: Mikoto is a hard worker but she has fun. Sometime childish in ways she is upbeat and her smile rarely falters. She loves the city and fights for it with all her strength.
Apperance: Mikoto has white hair and ice Blue eyes. She is tall, about 5'7 and well built. She wears a black trench coat and black bell bottom hip hugger jeans with a blood red tank top. Her hair is always braided unless she's alseep, dancing or taking a shower, it reaches the back of her knees. She keeps her sword in her trench coat in a sterling silver sheath, her boots are thick and have silver buckles up the side and front. She wears a wide brim hat and sunglasses, black gloves that mold to her hands perfectly.
weapon: A broad sword that hangs at her side, a dagger that she keeps n her left boot. Both have hand graved hilt in the shape of dragons.
Mode of death: She was shot in the chest during a raid at a broken down neighborhood.
Spell/Element: Element is lightning, spell is Death Shock, the enemy is surrounded by lightning and shocked to death...crispy...
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I need people who are willing to deal with me not posting ALL THE TIME..I still need solid posters but I'm jinda in a bind, I'll be grounded for a little while here soon but I've bee thinking of this RPG for a LONG time so I wanted to ee how it goes.
Thanks alot.

[Frankie]

Name: Rae Underwood

Age: 19 (Died at 19)

Gender: Female

Bio: She had many friends through her highschool days and was almost friends with everyone. Not much aside from that is known.

Personality: Outgoing and speaks her mind from time to time... Strong minded.

Apperance: Attachment

Weapon: Attachment... The whip is a flexible kind of wire that can become extreamly hot... Hot enough to burn right though flesh.... Shes great at aiming. She gets it around the persons neck and rips thier head off... If that doesnt work (which is not often) she has a short sword thats not in the attachment.

Mode of death: She was approching someone who was going to commit suicide. She had known this person for years and was slowly getting the person to give up the gun. When Rae grabbed the gun the person got scared and accidently shot Rae instead... She died instantly.

Element: Fire

Spell: Instant Inferno = The enemy is instantly engulfed with flames... burned quickly yes... Barbeque!