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My Daddy Death



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Wed Aug 09, 2017 5:57 am
enjoyinginsanity says...



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Welcome to Reaper
, a large historic town settling by the sea.


2000 years ago, the Grim Reaper 'Death' himself, appeared one day in the nameless town, casting a magical ward over it to keep any unwanted entities away. They say he planted something important in the town, or was planning something unknown.
No one knows why, and no one in this day believes it. The town is a normal, peaceful place and anyone that believes the town is haunted or contains bad luck are just silly.
Nothing abnormal has ever happened here.

A group of normal children, teens and young adults live in peace, almost bored by the unchanging town that is Reaper. They yearn for the future, jobs, exploring the world or maybe they are happy where they are, either way, that isn’t the only thing they have in common.
The children don’t have fathers. They may have step dads, or may not have any parents at all, either way they have never known their true father.
You are one of the group of children. For a few weeks, months or even years you have been feeling out of sorts, either you feel more moody or there has been a particular ache in your body.
Your story starts out when you suddenly feel a great pain in your heart, as if somebody is ripping it out of your chest. Immediately you think it is a heart attack, but little to your knowledge it is something much more.
You begin to change, growing horns, tails, and different colored eyes. It is difficult to hide it from your family and friends.
Then one day, Death, the man in the myths you've been told all your life, confronts you and tells you the most powerful words you have ever heard in your entire life. Your father is none other than the Grim Reaper himself.
Uncover the magical events as scientists, churches, possessed entities and the whole world tries to discover what is really going on in the small town of Reaper, will you get caught or unravel the mystery?


Spoiler! :
This is where it gets fun. Basically your character is turning into an otherworldly entity. Whether it’s a demon or something more. DON’T WORRY, you are able to turn back into a human, but you don’t know that yet. It can be anything, Gargoyles, veelas, demonic animals…anything at all! Just make sure it isn’t too angelic and has an evil side to it, after all you are the child of the Grim Reaper!


Obviously the strange occurrences wont go unnoticed. Scientists have been interested in the town of Reaper for a long time, what will happen if they find out about the children?
(The scientists will have a big part in this SB, eventually they will be the ones the children are running away from. Who knows what type of tests they will do on them?)



Death is a very busy man, he cannot tend to his children and teach them the ropes, that's why he sends messengers from the otherworldly. The Grim Reaper Messengers help the children on their journey of finding their true selves and learning how to deal with it.
The messengers have been around for years in the town of Reaper, watching the children grow and waiting for them to realize their true powers. Once this happens, they will meet the kids and help them.
Messengers serve under Lord Death and must obey his every command. He was the one who saved the lost spirits and allowed them to interact within both worlds, as long as they pledged their loyalty towards him. Each spirit has a past, whether they were struggling humans from hundreds of years ago or animals that have formed together as one. With this everlasting power, they each have titles that represent them. The lost spirits are not only messengers of Death, but his friends, and he trusts his every will within them.


I will add rules, character templates and various other information in both this post and the discussion thread tomorrow. Please post in the DT if you are interested in being a part of this storybook!








The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance.
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