Post by deathsillusion on Mar 27, 2009 21:39:12 GMT -5
......everyone has heard of death and the grim reaper.......
.....everyone has heard the made up tales......
.....but no one has heard the real story.....
....until now.....
.....everyone has heard the made up tales......
.....but no one has heard the real story.....
....until now.....
They asked me for the kiss of an angel, but I told them I was no angel. They didn't believe me though, and when they drew close I leaned forward and with a single touch reduced them to ashes. The salty tears that fell from my weeping eyes mixed with the ashes and from that union arose the spirits of those that had died by my touch and they wiped away the tears and told me I was beautiful and good and kind. But I didn't believe them. They told me that it was my radiance which had caused them to turn to ashes but I knew they were wrong. I knew that I was evil, a demon, an abomination, something that should be destroyed. But how? I tried many different ways but nothing I did could stop my heart. It was as if I was immortal. But that was impossible. Soon the spirits left me to drown in my own misery, left me for the other world, the world of the dead. No matter how I tried to follow them I was not permitted entrance. After a while I tired of feeling the pain of my failures. And so I chose to live among the creatures of the earth. But I was careful not to touch the inhabitants of this beautiful planet. For if I did they would turn to ashes and float away on the winds of change. Though I have moved on, I shall never forget them. I shall never forget the first to have felt my touch.
But even as I lived among the mortals I was not accepted by them. They had seen what had become of those who thought me beautiful and they hid whenever I strolled through the forests and meadows of this realm. It saddened me to see them frightened so, but I knew they were right and so I did not try to convince them otherwise. When at long last I passed through the gates to the other world I was stopped near the entrance. A being so beautiful, so radiant, so bright that their mere presence burned my eyes, held me back from the line of the dead. This being told me that I was the child of Gods and so back to the Gods I must return. What the next week brought me I am forbidden to tell you but I can say then when they finished with me I believed those spirits from my youth. I was something of radiant beauty. But since I was only half God I could not live in their realm. I had to return to earth, a place I would live until my successor took on the burden they had presented me. A burden I had no right to hand to anyone. Especially not a child. For a child it would be. I would not know who it was until the time came for them to take my place, but I was to train seven children to take over, they would be sent to me in many different ways but I must welcome them all and teach them all I knew. That was all I was told. But I was also told that my half-brother would try to corrupt my young apprentices. And I must not allow him to. They gave a name to me, and a name to my apprentices. I am called Grimani and they are my Reapers. It was from us that the humans derived the name 'The Grim Reaper'. For my apprentices are often called Grim's Reapers. Its an easy mistake to make. There is one thing missing though; my scythe. It was lost by the one before me, its pieces scattered to the far reaches of the earth and I must be the one to restore it. The blade was broken into six pieces, and the staff is the last piece. The only piece I know of is the staff and that is held by a very powerful sorcerer. It is my apprentices task to retrieve these for me so that I may forge it anew...........
will you join me in my fight?
or will you join my half-brother and his evil horde?
you may also chose to live out your life as it happens
and align yourself with neither force..........
but i must warn you;
no one is safe.
no one can cheat death.
or will you join my half-brother and his evil horde?
you may also chose to live out your life as it happens
and align yourself with neither force..........
but i must warn you;
no one is safe.
no one can cheat death.
dare you enter;
DEATHS ILLUSION
DEATHS ILLUSION
what? we are a brand new, completely original roleplay based on he legend of the grim reaper. about 98% of everything came out of my head. and yes, the grim reaper does live in new york.
admin;; nevvy
members;; three
status;; not quite finished but roleplay will be starting shortly.
extras;; we will be holding staff and reaper auditions once our member count reaches fifteen or twenty.