Post by Death on Sept 21, 2015 21:21:46 GMT -5
Death
theme song:;
Quiet Slumber by Shadow6Nothing9
description:;
Imagine the worst thing that you have ever done. Telling a lie, Skipping out on your taxes, kicking a dog, or killing someone. Now, imagine someone coming after you for doing those bad things. Imagine a never ending shadow, following behind you, watching you while you sleep, interacting with your family, and living your life. And when you finally believe that you are safe, imagine that shadow taking an appearance. Imagine that its body is dark, its face is in the shape of a skull, and its eyes are blood red. When you have imagined that, imagine it pulling out a gun, naming the worst things you have ever done, then pulling the trigger.
That is death, a vengeful reaper that seeks out everyone who he thinks is a sinner. He feeds on everyone's fear, and loves to hear his victims scream. There is nothing peaceful about him, he shows no kindness, he is all but mean, and loves causing deaths more than seeing it. Every day, he exists with anger and hatred; and each day, he lets that hatred loose on those who he believes are sinners.
That is death, a vengeful reaper that seeks out everyone who he thinks is a sinner. He feeds on everyone's fear, and loves to hear his victims scream. There is nothing peaceful about him, he shows no kindness, he is all but mean, and loves causing deaths more than seeing it. Every day, he exists with anger and hatred; and each day, he lets that hatred loose on those who he believes are sinners.
playby:;
The Vengeful One by Disturbed
age:;
sweet 53
gender:;
Male
race:
born a Reaper
should we put bricks on your head?:;
Death is 6 feet and 1 inch tall
no place like home:;
Canada
getting lucky with ~someone~:;
Asexual
babies coming?:;
Has No Family.
abilities:;
Innate:
Aura of Fear
Sixth Sense
Bought:
Skimming
Reading
Shapeshift
Haunting Vision
Aura of Fear
Sixth Sense
Bought:
Skimming
Reading
Shapeshift
Haunting Vision
weapon(s):;
2 .45 Auto pistols with silencer
1 high caliber silenced sniper rifle
Dark rescue knife
1 high caliber silenced sniper rifle
Dark rescue knife
whatcha~wearin?:;
Death Mask with eyes that shine red.
Black cloak that covers entire body.
Black cloak that covers entire body.
transportation:;
N/A
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;
N/A
disposition to the law:;
Neutral
alignment:;
Neutral
likes:;
LIKES:
Killing sinners,
Anything remotely cute,
Animals,
Watching a family interact with each other,
Eating bone marrow
Killing sinners,
Anything remotely cute,
Animals,
Watching a family interact with each other,
Eating bone marrow
dislikes:;
DISLIKES:
Talking too much (him or anyone else),
Sinners of any kind,
Peanutbutter,
Talking too much (him or anyone else),
Sinners of any kind,
Peanutbutter,
phobias:;
Arachibutyrphobia
obsessions:;
An obsession of vengeance
background:;
This world is full of shit. Those that are strong take what they want, say what they want, and do what they want. The weak... Well they cower from the strong. The strong know that they are the strong, and they abuse the weak, not knowing that the weak can become strong, and and destroy all those that once abused the weak.
Death was the weak, once. His actual name was Bartholomew Jones. His race was reaper, and as a reaper he was always hidden away. He could not do as he wanted, or say as he wanted, because of fear of the strong. The human beings of this world. Bartholomew was taught to always live in fear, live smart, and never cause trouble. His family had this secret ability that allowed for him to transform into one of them, one of the humans. He could live among them, but he could never tell them who he was. His parents thought that this was a safe way to live, and for a time she was right.
However, reapers could never live happy with them... Could they? A neighbor discovered Bartholomew's mother in her true form while she carelessly undressed in front of a full view window. That was a big mistake for Barth's mother, as the neighbor gathered a bunch of hunting buddies a broke into the Jones's home at night. Bartholomew's father wanted peace, so he tried to talk with the men. Unfortunately, their minds were set and they would not listen. A bang rang out as Bartholomew coward in his bed. He then heard his mother scream his father's name, then another bang, and only the hunters could be heard now.
"Find the kid," one of them said. Instinctively, Bartholomew hid under his bed. He was 10 years old by this time, still too young to defend himself. The men came into his room quickly, and ripped everything down just to find him. Bartholomew was afraid, deathly afraid, but he tried his hardest not to make noise, or gain their attention. Eventually, though, they found him, and dragged him out of his bed.
"Looks young. I bet they'll pay a lot of money for him," the stronger men of the group said as he held Bartholomew by the neck. The young Reaper was bound to die with this man's grip, and he soon began to see black, knowing that he was about to go into a deep sleep.
"I hope they give us enough. We could have gotten more, though, if you didn't kill the parents," came another man's voice. Bartholomew heard, then cried. His family was dead... His family died... And it was all because of these men. These sinners who thought themselves strong against the weak. The young Reaper became very angry, and looked at the man who held him with hot rage. The hunter was not afraid at first, but soon he became frightened by Barth's stare. He began to cringe, then he fell to one knee in a submissive fashion. Bartholomew took this as his chance to finally show the strong not to fuck with the weak, and he took the frightened hunter's knife and slit his throat.
The look of blood as it dripped down that mans chest was satisfying. However, Bartholomew was not done yet. There was the second hunter in the room, and two others down stairs. The young Reaper took the gun from the dead human's fingers, then went on a blissful killing spree. When night had came to day, Bartholomew was gone and four men were found dead along with two seemingly decayed bodies. Bartholomew took the hunter's weapons, and left the town he was in. He found a few Reaper packs, and learned a lot from them, but he eventually ended up alone. He now calls himself Death, wears a mask, and delivers punishment down to sinners and those who attacked the weak.
Death was the weak, once. His actual name was Bartholomew Jones. His race was reaper, and as a reaper he was always hidden away. He could not do as he wanted, or say as he wanted, because of fear of the strong. The human beings of this world. Bartholomew was taught to always live in fear, live smart, and never cause trouble. His family had this secret ability that allowed for him to transform into one of them, one of the humans. He could live among them, but he could never tell them who he was. His parents thought that this was a safe way to live, and for a time she was right.
However, reapers could never live happy with them... Could they? A neighbor discovered Bartholomew's mother in her true form while she carelessly undressed in front of a full view window. That was a big mistake for Barth's mother, as the neighbor gathered a bunch of hunting buddies a broke into the Jones's home at night. Bartholomew's father wanted peace, so he tried to talk with the men. Unfortunately, their minds were set and they would not listen. A bang rang out as Bartholomew coward in his bed. He then heard his mother scream his father's name, then another bang, and only the hunters could be heard now.
"Find the kid," one of them said. Instinctively, Bartholomew hid under his bed. He was 10 years old by this time, still too young to defend himself. The men came into his room quickly, and ripped everything down just to find him. Bartholomew was afraid, deathly afraid, but he tried his hardest not to make noise, or gain their attention. Eventually, though, they found him, and dragged him out of his bed.
"Looks young. I bet they'll pay a lot of money for him," the stronger men of the group said as he held Bartholomew by the neck. The young Reaper was bound to die with this man's grip, and he soon began to see black, knowing that he was about to go into a deep sleep.
"I hope they give us enough. We could have gotten more, though, if you didn't kill the parents," came another man's voice. Bartholomew heard, then cried. His family was dead... His family died... And it was all because of these men. These sinners who thought themselves strong against the weak. The young Reaper became very angry, and looked at the man who held him with hot rage. The hunter was not afraid at first, but soon he became frightened by Barth's stare. He began to cringe, then he fell to one knee in a submissive fashion. Bartholomew took this as his chance to finally show the strong not to fuck with the weak, and he took the frightened hunter's knife and slit his throat.
The look of blood as it dripped down that mans chest was satisfying. However, Bartholomew was not done yet. There was the second hunter in the room, and two others down stairs. The young Reaper took the gun from the dead human's fingers, then went on a blissful killing spree. When night had came to day, Bartholomew was gone and four men were found dead along with two seemingly decayed bodies. Bartholomew took the hunter's weapons, and left the town he was in. He found a few Reaper packs, and learned a lot from them, but he eventually ended up alone. He now calls himself Death, wears a mask, and delivers punishment down to sinners and those who attacked the weak.
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