forum Bound (OxO, CLOSED) (MATURE)

Started September 20, 2023 by @Desvelarse pets

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I want to do another one of these so ignore my little repost LMAOO

A supernatural creature is targeted by hunters, wanting to capture or kill the creature for one reason or another. But the creature discovers a way to protect themselves- binding a reaper to themselves for protection.

So that’s just a basic intro that we will kind of go off of. I made this because I have a Reaper character that I am in the mood to use. This will obviously have fantasy themes, and definitely some romance.

Guidelines:

• Rated R/MA for possible violence and gore, profanity, and sexual situations (will be taken to PM though).
• LGBTQ+ is accepted (even preferred for this!).
• Characters can have abilities/powers/be other races, but please try not to be too OP.
• Please be literate, can’t stress that enough!

Here is my character, Thatcher. If anyone is interested, shoot me a message!! Literally obsessed with the reaper thing and this character
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Name: Thatcher Wain.

Age: 1200 years old, though in human years would be considered about 24.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Pansexual (preference for males).

Race: Caucasian, appears to be of French descent.

Species: Reaper

Appearance: (based off of https://www.instagram.com/shane.emmerson/ during the period of when he had his hair dyed white/platinum blonde). Has a scythe tattoo on his upper and inner right forearm, various scars across his skin from past injuries, and most notably, a large group of burn scars on almost his entire back and parts of his sides/ribcage. He stands at around 6'2 with a toned and slender build. Clothing wise, he is usually dressed professionally (as all Reapers are required to do) with a black button down top, black slacks, black dress shoes, and a black trench coat. On a more casual note, he would usually wear any color of sweatshirts and joggers with a pair of sneakers. with both of those outfits, he usually wears various silver rings, silver necklaces/chains, and different earrings. Bird wise, he is able to morph into a murder of crows.

Personality: More on the ambiverted sided of the spectrum. He is easy to talk to when first meeting, and while it takes a bit for him to open up and get deep, after doing so, he can freely be chatty and honest. He tends to be polite to most (except those he is sent to kill) and can almost seem motherly at times, He appears to be intimidating, but it is much more of an act, as he is really a kind hearted and tender individual under the façade he puts up. He tends to be more dominant with most, taking lead of conversation and other things, but under the right circumstances, he is comfortable being more relaxed and submissive with others. He is protective and clingy with his loved ones, and when his loyalty and trust is gained, he tends to be a 'ride or die' type of individual.

Likes: Nature, birds, Nike (more on her below), silver items, close friendships and other relationships, and listening to other's stories.
Dislikes: Deep water, sinners, large flames, and car rides.

Bio: Thatcher first came into existence around 1200 years ago. Around 500 years ago, he was caught up in the Salem Witch trials, and because people believed him to be a witch, those people caught him and tried to burn him at the stake (causing the burn wounds on his body). When that didn't work, they attempted to drown him, but he escaped and left to heal from his wounds and trauma. During that time (around 400 years ago), he came across an abandoned, runt of the litter hell hound. He took in the starving pup and raised her until the present. He gave her the name Nike. To human eyes, she takes the form of a black and brown doberman with cropped ears and tail. To non-humans, she appears similar- the only differences being that her eyes are a fiery red, her paws appear to be set aflame, and she has a long devils tail. In current times, he resides in the area he was assigned to find and dispose of those who have committed horrifying sins against others around them (ex: mass murders, sex trafficking, etc.)

Other: He isn't easily identified by those around him, and seems to be close to human by appearance. On a different note, when Nike is in her hound state, those who would be considered human cannot see her with the naked eye, but she can be seen by all in her human state.

Information About my Style of Reaper
Basics
Reapers are ancient beings that live to be around 4000 years old. They age very slowly, which we will see in my character. They are usually found in a certain designated sector that they are unable to leave. Reapers find themselves hunted, because the blood of a Reaper is a white gold like substance that is considered to e very valuable. They are also forcefully Bound to people for the person’s wishes (will explain below).

Abilities
They are able to kill those (usually sinners) and heal others (usually innocents nad non sinners). Though they cannot do it as often as they please and to anyone. They stick to their designated sector. Names will appear on a slip of paper that they all carry, and whether the person should be killed or healed. After a Reaper completes this job, they will cross out the name and be assigned a new one. A Reaper cna also shift into a certain flock of birds, which helps them to travel. They are unable to do this for long periods of time, though. They will also be given a certain weapon that they can take from a tattoo on their body, but the weapon is made of the metal that can kill them.

Binding a Reaper
This is important to remember for this role play. Reapers can be summoned using a very specific spell and symbol. Once that is read, they are immediatly bound to that certain person. The person is able to write the names of who they want healed or killed on the slip of paper, and the Reaper would be forced to complete the task. For a Reaper, it is considered a form of slavery.

How to Trap/Injure/Kill a Reaper
To trap a Reaper requires a symbol drawn that the stand in. If there is a break in the symbol, though, they can get free. To injure or kill a Reaper, it requires a certain metal. They can still get basic wounds that would kill a human, but it would not kill them. If you strike them with the metal good enough, it will kill them. They can be also injured by hurting an innocent. Either way, they will be punished or killed by the high counsel for killing anyone without permission. But if they were to grab an innocent, for example, in a forceful way, the Reaper will be severely burnt on the hand.

Okay.

Name- Daisy Magi
Age- 24
Gender- Gendervoid, Fem presenting
Sexuality- Pan, no preference.
Race- Caucasian
Species- Dark Elf

Appearance- Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, hair bright as gold. Their eyes are a deep purple, and the tips of their ears are dark. They're slender as can healthily be, and tall, as all elves are. around 6'4". A small tattoo is inside their only birthmark, on the small of their back. Clothing wise, they prefer baggier clothes, in darker pastel tones, and a long cloak. In a formal situation, they'll wear a dress, but it won't show much more skin than the cloak.

(out of time, will continue later)

Personality- They seem sweet, super nice and caring, but the second somebody threatens her or someone she cares about, she is the epitome of an elven dark mage. Their hair is only blonde because they focus on keeping it that way, so when they get mad, it turns as dark as night. They are very protective, and might hurt someone for looking the wrong way at the people they care about.

Likes- the weird, creepy, and unusual. Not letting people know they like the weird, creepy, and unusual. Those they care about. Dogs. nighttime. the moon. potions. Dogs.

Dislikes- being hunted. not having anyone to protect. people knowing they like the weird, creepy, and unusual. the sun. bright lights.

Bio- They were naturally born into magic, not needing artifacts like sorcerers or having to train like wizards. Those things can help, but if they had never studied, and never gotten any artifacts, they'd still be able to do magic. But they have trained, from the time they were old enough to read. They study, brew potions to help in a pinch, build mana, and train physically, whenever they have the chance. Recently, their actions brought a mob against them, killing their family and friends, and attempting to kill them. They are still being hunted, while simultaneously hunting the killers. Nobody gets away with hurting their loved ones. But they also need, help. Daisy can't get avenge their family against over 20 people who also want to kill them. Luckly, they believe they can find the help they need within their one salvaged spellbook…

(Sorry for the delay I kept meaning to make it after work, but I've been very braindead LMAO)

Thatcher was currently not in a good situation at the moment. He had been out with Nike, his hound, walking through the woods to try and find an animal for her to meet. He hadn't reaped anyone in around a week, and Nike was clearly getting hungry. She would always eat those that he reaped to clean up the mess that was made.

Not anymore. Before Thatcher knew it, he was in a strange place. He looked down at the floor under his feet, noticing the sigil that was drawn onto floor. A Reapers Trap. He would not be able to step over the lines no matter how he tried and would be stuck there until it was broken. He reached into his trench coat pocket, feeling around for the slip of paper that would have the names of those to reap on it. Not there. He looked up, eyes wide with shock as his eyes landed on the person who had bound him. They would have the slip in their own pocket. "No- what have you done?!" he exclaimed, a pained edge in his voice.

Daisy really did look regretful when they responded. "I'm sorry." They said, relatively softly. "I didn't have a choice." They said, closing their book and putting it into their bag. Their black hair slowly turned blonde again, and she looked at the paper. "I'm being hunted, by people I must get revenge on. I needed… I needed help. I couldn't think of anything else."

They pulled down their hood, slight tears staining their cheeks. They looked furious, and sad. Looking at the reaper with pleading eyes. "Please, help me. They killed my family. My sister was only six.." They held out the paper, tentatively. "But if you really, really don't want to help me… I won't make you do anything. But I do have to keep you bound, at least for now."

Thatcher currently took no pity on the person standing before him. He looked down at them with hard, angry eyes. “I will not be a slave by choice,” he growled, shaking his head and taking a little step back closer towards the edge of the sigil. “I don’t want to help you. I don’t want to upset the balance of life.”

So they wouldn’t make him do anything but would keep him bound? What would be the point in that? The whole point of binding him was to force him to kill or heal individuals. He would rather kill than heal, knowing healing took precious years off of his own life. The man he had been bound to previously had been a king. He wanted to use Thatcher as his own personal assassin and healer, and just that was done. Thatcher lost centuries of his life due to that man, and he remembered how joyous he had been when the man had been killed by a stranger in the night.

"The only thing I will ask of you, then, is to kill anyone who attacks me first. Could you at least do that? I won't ask of any more from you, if you do." Daisy said, slipping the paper back into their pocket. "I really need your help. They'll die anyway, but I might survive if you help." They said.

They cared for others. They didn't want to force the reaper into anything, but they desperately needed the help. They wanted to survive, to continue the legacy of their family. "I want to take revenge on those that took the lives of the innocenct. Of those that already has upset the balance of life. I won't make you heal anyone, or do anything but help protect me."

Thatcher thought about that offer for a moment. It would still be going against everything he stood for. It may not be those people’s time to die yet. It would still be wrong for their lives to end at the hands of a Reaper, no matter how evil they may be. Every death by a Reaper has an assigned reason. While he didn’t know those reasons, he was told that they existed and they were the purpose for everything that he did. But what he was given was still better than killing mindlessly. If he were just to be protecting them, surely the number of people he would kill would go down.

“Fine, I will protect you,” he said, nodding his head in confirmation. “You’ll still need to write the name of the person that I need to kill. I cannot do anything unless you do that.”

"Alright, I understand. Thank you, uhm…. I never got your name..?" Daisy said, like a question. They were glad for the help, and even more glad that it was (more or less) freely given. They were confident that, even with the small amount of help, it would be enough for them to avenge their family.

"I'm Daisy, by the way." They said, right after asking the reapers name. It wouldn't be fair to get the reapers name without offering theirs in return. They both were to know each other, and work together for a bit, so it would be weird if they never learned the others name.

“My name is Thatcher,” He replied shortly, still very clearly not happy with the situation. He felt trapped and alone. Not being able to serve his true purpose made him feel quite empty. He thought of himself to be nothing without his work.

A nearby howl snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked around, eyes landing on a nearby window. Nike must be close. He knew she would be able to find him quick, but never guessed it would be that quick. He looked away from the window and back to his new ‘master’. “I’d open the door, if I were you. It’ll get broken if not,” he suggested, knowing Nike would shred it if it wasn’t open when she arrived at their location.

Daisy nodded, opening the door, letting the light inside. "It's nice to meet you, Thatcher. And I promise, as soon as I've avenged my family, I'll let you go. I'm not trying to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. If you need something that is within my power, just ask. Was… that a wolf's howl?" They asked, both exited and anxious at the prospect.