With this card, I summon the almighty Death. The caring reaper of greatness!
Stop exaggerating me
Stop holding yourself down, Death!
As you can tell with the strikethroughs and the title, I want to roleplay some romance with my character Death. I want to see how he reacts in a relationship via roleplaying so I know how'd he would react to love in my book. (Sorry if it makes no sense)
Anyway, my Death looks like a man in his early-ish forties. He is fit (obviously, he rushes around a lot) and wears black clothing underneath his cloak/robe/thingy. His favorite cloak is his red one that has blue flames lining the bottom (not actual flames, just designs). He has to wear a black cloak while being Death and use a scythe. He hates both, but he follows the rules. If he isn't working, chaos will not happen, as he has (How many again, Death? Three hundred Thanks) three hundred reapers freeing souls trapped in their dead body. He has gray hair and a gray-ish black-ish goatee/mustache combo. I'm so bad at this Alright, to the rules!
Rules:
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
Little cursing please!
I don't want smut, but tongue kissing is okay.
I prefer it to be a guy/guy relationship, so you must be okay with LGBTQ+ relationships.
Post at least once a day! (I myself will try to be on more often that a post a day, but sometimes life is evil.)
If you wish to stop roleplaying with me, that's okay, just tell me first.
Don't godmod or try to powerplay (I.E. take over Death.) NPCs can be controlled by either of us.
(Be my guest. Could you describe your character to me, though? Also, I can't reply anymore tonight, but I will as soon as possible tomorrow.)
(His names Finn Bishop and he just turned 30 and is a witch in my story but if that doesn't fit with your world he can be human. He's tall, very muscular, and had light brown skin. His black hair is styled in a neat fade. He has a few random scars. A small scar on his forehead, a long scar on his leg, and a burn scar on his hand are the most noticeable ones. He has a 13-year-old little sister who he has custody of and is always being mistaken for her father. Let me know if you want to know more)
(What powers does he have as a witch?)
(He can do simple spells but he’s not very good at that. Mainly just make things come to him and defense spells. His main thing is potions.)
(Okay. Do you want to do the starter? I’m so bad at starters that it is just barely hilarious lol.)
(that’s a mood sure. Where should we start?)
(Anywhere, really. I mean, the only places Death would be Would be in the castle that That One Guy- SHUT UP DEATH! would be in the castle of reapers (which your character wouldn’t be) and freeing a soul from a dead body after the body died.)
(So somewhere where someone dies would probably work best? Or would it make sense for my character to sort of summon him? Like in the prompt sort of)
(Either or. Your choice. So, you’re really going through with this? Yup. Gotcha, but why? You’ve been… sad-ish-er more than usual. Sad-ish-er? Shush. Sorry, Death keeps interrupting my posting.)
Finn sat on his living room Floor with a spell book open in front of him. His best friend willow was a few feet away. His little sister poppy stayed over a friends house on Friday’s so that was there usually day to hit the books and plan out there class for the week. “Come on Finn we should at least try it out! We are doing a whole lesson on necromancy and after life stuff. Wouldn’t it be cool to meet Death?” Willow begged.
“Summonings rarely ever work and even if they did no it would not be cool. I don’t plan on meeting death for a long time,” he half joked trying to get the idea out of willows head but it was too late. She was looking g at him with begging eyes and he rolled his own. “Fine but I’m telling you it won’t work.” He looks down at the card she handed her. He wasn’t the best but he was better at spells than willow so there was less of a chance of something going wrong if he did it.
“With this card I summon the all mighty death,” he started.
Death was listening to That One Guy ramble on and on about the benefits of getting a hot tub for the one hundredth time.
“We will finally be able to wash blood off ourselves!” He must be getting pretty desperate, Death thought. We never really get blood on our hands unless the demon or devil claimed their flesh hearts with their souls. Death tapped his fingers on the wooden table. “You know,” he said, “we’re never getting one. Not after you bought this castle behind my back.” He gestured to the whole castle. That One Guy crossed his arms but quickly uncrossed them, seeing sparkles, summoning sparkles, appear behind Death. He pointed at them. “Death, look behind-“ Death felt the magic tug at him, tugging him, him falling, falling.
He landed with an oof onto someone’s living room floor. “The frick?” Death looked up and saw faces. A man with a spell book was in front of him. “What?”
Finn jumped up. “It actually worked!” Willow announced.
“Yeah I can see that, Finn said staring down at death. “Are um are you ok?” He took a step back. His spell book open wide on the floor. It was turned to a page about necromancy and Death. Showing a picture of a figure that looked similar to the Death In front of him.
Death rubbed his head, a headache already forming. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He closed the spell book in front of him. He looked around at the one who asked him. “Why did you, did you summon me?” He was a bit peeved at being forcefully summoned this way. “That, that is, if you were the one who summoned me.” The headache was growing in intensity. Death closed his eyes to the brightness. If he had a dime for the amount of times, spirit or not, people goggled at him, he’d be rich. Hopefully, Life knows what happened. For now, though, I’ll have to entertain these… people. Death glared, looking around the room without causing his head to explode with pain. He looked at the spell book again. Hmm… He opened it and rifled through the pages even though he couldn’t read the words on the page (his headache was that bad.) He found a page, the page, containing an artist’s depiction of him. He chuckled, causing his headache to worsen.
“I um well yeah I technically summoned you but I didn’t think it would work. Summonings rarely ever work. Plus I mainly did it for Willow,” Finn rambled falling out his friend who was gaping at Death.
“Oh umm yeah I was wondering if you’d talk to our class!” She said smiling wide. Finn face palmed.
“There is no way you can tell those kids about this they will start trying to summon death and who knows what else if they know it’ll work.”
“Ugh,” Death said, rubbing his head. This was getting a bit annoying. “Well, ow, I guess this is better than listening to a guy ramble on about getting a hot tub, though I’ll bet he’ll buy it anyway.” He chuckled, then rubbed his head again. This frigging headache. “Maybe you’d should’ve tried summoning him instead.” He tried to stand up, wobbling as the world span. He tried to grab a hold of something, but all that was accomplished was him falling forward. He was caught off guard, landing heavily onto his left shoulder, not breaking it (he physically couldn’t break his bones) but causing searing pain that went up and down his arm like lightning. “Mrph,” Death grunted. He got up again, wobbling in a circle-like pattern. “Whatever frigging spell you used com-compromised my balance,” he said, falling again.
Finn nodded. "I'll go get you some water and I should have a potion that can help. Sorry again," He said disappearing into the kitchen for a second while Willow tried to help Death up and onto the couch.
"Yeah sorry about that. Like Finn said we weren't expecting the spell to work. They usually don't especially when summoning someone who doesn't want to be summoned," She tried to explain.
Death collapsed onto the couch. "Thanks," he said, closing his eyes to try and lessen his headache. "Summoning spells don't usually work. I- I understand that. Never- never really had one that work on me before." He rubbed his head. "I've also never had a potion before. Life says that they work okay for her, so they should work okay for me." He rolled and rubbed his sore shoulder, wincing as pain shot up and down his arm. "Funny thing is, though, I'm the only reaper who hasn't been summoned by a witch. At least, not until now." His headache worsened for a few seconds, causing Death to groan in agony, but then lessened up. "Worst headache I've ever had, too."
Willow nodded taking in everything Death said. Finn came back with water and a little medicine cup of a green potion. "Here take this. It's technically for transportation but I've heard it works well with teleportation so it should be good," He said handing Death the potion and cup of water. Willow took out a notebook and started writing something down.
Death opened his eyes slowly, trying not to make the headache worse. He grabbed the two cups in front of him. "Thanks," he said. He swallowed down the green liquid before promptly choking. The coughing made his headache worse, but the coughing stopped and the headache dulled. He took a sip of the water. "Nastiest thing I've ever tasted," he chuckled. "What is in that potion?" He drank some more of the water. He looked at the human eagerly writing stuff down in a notebook. "what's both of your names and what are you writing?" He rubbed his hands together.
"Oh I'm Finn and you probably don't want to know what's in it just that it helps," He said attempting to smile and lighten the mood.
Willow doesn't look up from her notebook when she spoke. "I'm willow and if you don't mind can I write down our conversation. The interesting things like how the other deaths have been summoned."
Death smiled. “Funny. Isn’t that what one of the characters say in Dracula? ‘You don’t want to know’? Never mind.” He flattened some imaginary wrinkles on his cloak. “Finn. Willow. I’ve had a reaper way back before both of you were probably born named Finn Willowcreek. Of course she was one person, but she was helpful.” He chuckled. “And, yeah, you can write down what I say, Willow. I’ve… never had my conversations recorded on paper before. Stone, yes, but not paper.” He seemed to be in a better mood than before, probably realizing that they were just curious humans.
Just curious humans. Not the type to seek out reapers and destroy them, murder them, tear them piece by piece, limb by limb. He shuddered, remembering the amount of times he found reapers’ body pieces by dead humans, the amount of times he went to free a dead person’s soul from their body only to see some horrific human tearing the last reaper up. It was impossible for Death himself to die, although many have tried, but it was entirely possible to kill a reaper. It was rare; one had to be in an extreme state of mind to even see a reaper, but it happened. Once every ten days at one time, during the Black Plague, but even the death rates now, one every ten years, it was terrible.
Willow wrote things down as he spoke. making notes and highlighting some words. Finn focused on Death but seemed more concerned than interested.
"So are there reapers and then Death or are they interchangeable terms?" Willow asked wanting to know more. Finn shook his head.
"Willow we just sat around reading books about Death for the last hour. Do you really not know the answer to that?" He asked looking away from Death for a second. "Plus he's probably still feeling off from the summoning. the last thing he'd want is to answer a bunch of questions." Willow shrugged.
"The books are really inconsistent its better to hear the facts from the source," She augured not looking away from Death.
"I understand that you're curious, Willow, but Finn is correct. The potion hasn't kicked in all the way, or, if it did, it's making my thoughts as slipper as fish," Death said. He chuckled. "But to answer your last question, reapers and I are two different entities. I can't expect one entity to do the work of many, so why expect myself to do that? Besides, as Death of this universe, I have more duties that just freeing the souls of the dead." He realized he may of just insulted one or both of them. "Not any imperfect entity, anyway," he said. "Besides, Life herself as many life entities she… erm… she, uh, looks over? What would be a better word than control? Never mind, don't answer that. Like I said, my thoughts are slippery little things right now."
