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ALIAS 

Omen

AGE

24 physical/over 500 in reality

GENDER  

Male

SEXUALITY 

Pansexual

RELATIONSHIP 

Single

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION{OPTIONAL}

Standing at 6.3 ft tall he has a lean and ripped build, and weights at about 80 kilograms of pure muscle. Just by looking at him you can see that he is not to be messed with and that he will rip you apart given the chance and reason. He has a shoulder length dirty blonde hair that is always messy and appears unwashed for years and yet if you run your hand though it it will feel calming as if a waterfall is caressing your fingers, so slick and smooth as if you are drifting on a cloud. His skin is sickly white showing that he prefers to be active during the night and sleep during the day. Now let's move on to his structure. The muscles on this man are firm and toned, it's as if they were carved out of stone by a architect of God.

Still he's not overly buff as everything is put in to proportion on this specimen. Being build for strength and endurance others will find out that he is surprisingly nimble and agile on his feet. In a fight he moves quick and strikes as fast, he never stays on one place but rather prefers to harass his enemy by striking from every angle. You might think that he will get tired of jumping all around you but think again, this cat's stamina can outlast anyone in a 1 vs 1 fight. Still this brutal fighting man is also build for athletic abilities. Everything on his body screams threat and danger, this man was build for war and fighting. It doesn't matter if he has the strength or dexterity, he always takes his enemy down no matter.

Usually covered by his long bangs they are a shade of a deep ocean blue that swirl mysteries just as the ocean hides secrets under the darkness. Inside these orbs, hidden behind the insanity is a mind of a genius. Observant and ever so vigilant his eyes miss nothing in his vicinity. Sometimes narrowed and looking bored he never shows what he feels. Many say that the eyes are a window to ones soul, but Omen's eyes show nothing, no emotions behind only raw thought and oceans of insanity. His facial expressions are hard to read since he always portrays a madman smile, one that might make chills run down your spine and question his loyalty and his sanity. His eyes on the other hand shine with something dangerous, something frightening but a the same time kind?

PERSONALITY

The main thing about him is that he is a sadist. He loves inflicting pain and seeing people squirm under his grasp, the dying screams make him feel alive. He is known for slowly killing his enemies, drawing out their fear and life to the last drop of blood, skinning them alive or even slowly chopping away at their flesh there isn't a line that might make him stop. Torture is like a sweet drug to this guy so he enjoys every second of his victims cries. If you try to stop him during torturing he might just snap at you, it doesn't matter to him if you are a friend or enemy stay out of his way and your day will be prettier. That's another mental trait of his. He is loyal to nobody but himself and does as he pleases, yet he does have a certain amount of respect for the first Keeper. He will bend to her will if there truly isn't any other way around it, but never easily. He's no tame dog.

His sanity is shaky at best, his sadistic nature is accompanied by his mental instability. You don't know how he will react in some situations, will he snap or will he laugh? He is unpredictable and pretty much a loose cannon with a short fuse. His reactions have been known to get violent and end in bloodshed so it's a smart move to keep away from him. Yet strangely nobody would expect him to be smart. Beside his threatening behavior he is somewhat of a genius and has a sharp and analytical mind which proceeds information in lighting like speed and being able to come to decisions quickly. This side of his is rarely seen since he prefers to act all bloodthirsty and fearful, yet if it comes to it you might be lucky enough to see him appear more stable.

A serious and smart guy that can find a solution to any problem if he wants to, so serious that he might appear like a different person. When in this trance like state his eyes narrow slightly and a stoic expression spreads on his lips rather than his trademark smirk. He is too headstrong to feel with his heart. Still it's probably better this way, feelings only get in the way of fun so he locked his heart away and buried deep inside his insanity. Cruel and vicious he scares everyone away from him, even people who want to help him or become his friends(the only one whose ever stay is the first Keeper). Lonely and filled with anger he is afraid of his raging heart, afraid that it might slip from his control and wander down it's own path, down a unknown path of pain, a path he has been down before. Thus he tries to control his emotions and feelings, suffocating his soul with heavy chains and walking the earth in solitude as a empty shell, a hole that can be only filled with chaos. He knows this life he leads will never end good for him, but he is too tired to care anymore, to worn out of the years he lived to believe in salvation.

HISTORY{MUST TELL HOW YOU MEET AI, IF YOU'RE TURNING INTO a KEEPER IN RP LEAVE BLANK}

The sound of a gun going off still rings in his ears today. The dead weight hitting the ground and that warm red liquid staining the floor. It was one thing to see his father get killed it was another to see him get up ten seconds later with a gaping head wound. It was like something out of the movies, his father just got up and you could see the large hole with matted blood and flesh. As he sat there shocked he didn't see his mother come up behind his father and bash him over the head with a vase.

The guy went down this time not getting up as easily, when his mother went to grab him out of pure fear he took off running. He managed to get half way down the steps of his house before his mother caught his arm. But he never did get back inside the house, that same dead weight hitting the ground sounded off just lighter as his mother's body tumbled down the stair with an arrow lodged in the head. That when he saw her, the woman draped in black with a bow and arrow. She walked right up to his mother as she began to get up and severed the head from the body with an unusual looking shovel.

He wasn't wasn't sure if she had asked him a question being to busy staring at his mother's head. She walked right pass him into the house returning moments later with the headless body of his father. He watched her bury them without a word, when she finished she muttered something under breath while glancing back over at him. It sounded like too young, before she began walking down the road again. He had been eleven at the time. Ten years later he would meet her again under different circumstances.

In that time the things he experienced, the things he saw made him frigid and cruel. Not much is known about him but people talk. Some say that he was one a happy fellow who moved into a village, nothing resembling the beast he is today. He even fell in love and had a girl, but something happened in his past that made him turn and loosen a few screws in his head, a event of burning grief. You can see the signs of his bruised history on his worn out face sometimes when his thoughts wander, when his lips quiver and arms shake as if he is relieving the experience, a tragedy, a song of sadness that emits from his blank ocean blue eyes. Yet he covers his emotions under a tough outer shell, under all of that insanity and fake smile. Perhaps all he needs is a hug, still hug at your own risk and don't be so surprised if he shreds you to pieces.

The little piece of history known about him is from the time he became a Grave Keeper. One terrible day he was sitting in a middle of a forest, his body bloodied and bruised violently with his clothes torn while his deep ocean eyes appeared hollow and empty staring at space and unblinking. God knows how much he spend in that forest, motionless, with his mind blank and his soul broken. He ran so far, far away from the pain and from the burning fire that engulfed his mortal world but his body quickly gave up and he dropped on his belly on the forest floor unable to move, not that he wanted to anyways. At that time he just waited for death to take him, he didn't care anymore he fought so hard and yet everything crumbled away, everything slipped from his grasp. At that day he heard a horrid moan emit from behind him, but he didn't care and didn't even try to look who the heck it was he knew it was one of those fricking undead too rotten to speak properly. But it wasn't after him, it simply ran past as if it had the hounds from hell snapping at it's heals, well probably he was close enough as a woman followed in suit and swiftly took the sucker down permanently.

As his blank eyes saw that, something seemed to snap in him, something dangerous. No more! He wouldn't just lie here and wait for death to take over! To cry like a pup! He felt rage engulf his broken body and his mind started to twist like a snake, he rose iron walls around his heart and let out a manic laughter, a laughter of a madman dripped in insanity, as if he found a solution to everything by seeing Ai kill that undead. It was all so simple! As he felt his sanity diminish the man stood up on his feet to look up at Ai, his deep ocean blue eyes emitted determination as he asked to be a Grave Keeper. Hell took his contract and from that day on he buried his older self to let this sadist rule his mind, this beast forged from anger and hate. He stayed at Ai's side for as long as he could handle her, but as she gained new Gravekeepers he found them annoying and bothersome and so left them and her behind....going off on his own.

WEAPON{MUST HAVE A SHOVEL AS WELL}

A shovel is his constant companion, with a black pain covering the throat, going along the length of the objects are decorations in blood red, lines twisting and turning as if coiling around the shovel trying to suffocate it, it resembles like those tribal designs you see in celtic culture and yet appear more like devil markings. The blade part of it is in a silverish color. His main weapon is a whip. The whip is made of a bendable metal, sharp, efficient, and lasting. The whip is fifteen feet long, and very thin and when retracted can take the form of a sword. It is smooth, and sharp. the handle is thick, two inches wide, and round and cheery red wood.

GUARDIAN{MUST BE IN AN ANIMAL FORM}

Albino Direwolf named Ghost

FAMILY 

Parents dead had a sister named Anastasia(with the time that has passed assumed she is dead.

FRIENDS 

He counts the other Gravekeepers as companions at most.

ENEMIES 

Everyone who gets in his way.

OTHER/QUESTIONS/COMMENTS

PLOT IDEAS

ALIAS 

The Undertaker

AGE

25 physically /610 in reality

GENDER  

Male

SEXUALITY 

Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP 

Single

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION{OPTIONAL}

The bangs fell forward slightly into the face, forming brown wings of hair to frame a rather gorgeous visage. His hair was expertly kept, reflecting the pride and his perfectionist nature, his hair always seemed to have an almost preternatural sheen to it, showing just how health it really was. Should one cast their gaze between the aforementioned brown wings of hair, they would find by far one of the most attractive male faces the world had ever seen. His nose was small and very button-like, adding a hint of cuteness to an otherwise drastically masculine face. His skin was smooth as the silken clothes his dons and this can be seen by an admirer from near or far.

His eyes, which were by far the most interesting features on his face, were placed precisely where they should be to fit his facial features as a whole, his jawline sloping gently downward to a very soft point that is his chin. His lips were thin and rarely spread into a full-fledged smile, yet they always seem to be held in a grin as of late. His ears were small and quaint, yet such a detail is largely irrelevant as they are almost always concealed beneath that flowing evanescence that was his hair.

However magnificent the face may be, his eyes were by far the most striking thing about him. A pale grayish hue, his most attractive and valued features. At first glance one would think he were wearing contacts, but as they continue to examine the gray pyres of his eyes, they would see nothing but true sight. Within the swirling depths of such eyes one's very soul could be brought forth into their view, and one could completely lose themselves for days gazing into them. However, should the calmness vanish, the picture of a soul will vanish and become replaced by a burning fire of eternal battle-lust. The eyes finally take on a shine, and one would not be allured any longer, but horrified as fear would be struck into the body.

Should one be able to tear their gaze away from his face, the next thing on the list is his upper body, forever clad in the black attire silk of his outfit. Beneath it lies a battle-hardened form marred by scars. The subtle fluctuations of muscles beneath the skin denotes that his entire life has been a battle and, to the eye alone, the naked flesh of his torso is quite impressive. Abs ripple downwards in the perfect alignment for that attractive, surfer-like body build while his biceps do not bulge as many with such a frame.

His shoulders a broad, but not overly so, lining rather well to suit his shoulder muscles and biceps as everything meets at the neck line, which in itself is graceful and rather lovely indeed. The forearms are thin and almost disproportionate, yet they slope into a slight bulge at the bicep, making for yet another graceful addition. The lower half, his legs toned from all rigorous training yet not bulging

PERSONALITY

I am not your typical serial killer. I am not some madman. I am a man with extreme beliefs and I really thinks I making a difference. I a vigilante if anything. I thinks I am making a difference, by playing these games. I love a good game, call it childish or whatever but games make life more fun. Some say I play these games to escape reality, others said I am traumatized by past incidence. Psycho evaluate me anyway your like, just know that I love a good game. My favorite game is chess, the way the game is played and the pawns amuse me greatly. My newest favorite game is known as life and death, I like to see how much value one has for their lives. I am not insane really....well perhaps just a little. But conforming to societies normality is not how those within the Unknown is ran. I believe that many take their lives for granted and so I subjects them to "tests", usually traps or situations that rigged to maim or kill the subjects if they fail.

Unlike most killers, I never intends to kill my subjects; the purpose of my games is to see if the subject has the will to live, as I hopes their experience will teach them the value of life. In my mind the deaths of those that fail is justified, because those who fail to do what's necessary to survive don't deserve life for they are missing a vital piece of the life's puzzle: the survival instinct."

He is extremely intelligent. To the point where it is disturbingly. And of course, he does not let such a virtue go to waste. Highly deceptive, He is more clever than a fox. He's sly and manipulative, excellent at finding exactly how to work his way into the depths of someone's heart and then start to unhinge them piece by piece from there. He finds emotionally tormenting someone almost as satisfying as physically hurting them. He can also often use his cleverness to manipulate every situation to his favor, having a subtly shown but disturbingly intimate knowledge of psychology. He is also very adept at hiding his true thoughts and feelings.

Despite his intelligence, He is still rather one-sided. He's pinned on his beliefs and will stand by them with frightening stubbornness. He's narrow-minded in his views, which stems from the teachings of his abusive father. He also desperately fears to ever be out done by anyone, in strength or intelligence. He is also somewhat self-deluding with his views of himself, often augmenting his greatness mentally far more than he actually is good. However, this all just makes him all the more dangerous and unpredictable. Tread with care around this man.

HISTORY{MUST TELL HOW YOU MEET AI, IF YOU'RE TURNING INTO a KEEPER IN RP LEAVE BLANK}

In his time period, Flood, drought and famine have transformed the landscape of his home land into a barren wasteland. More than 80,000 people perished. This desolate state serves as the backdrop to the beginning of the country's greatest civil war. In this era, a boy is born a beast - Asura. Abandoned as an infant, an eight-year-old boy wandered around the world with his axe and was forced to learn the means of surviving in the wild. In time, he learns to kill and eat humans as well. He formed a group of cannibals, eating those who didn't feel like joining him. Yet people began vanishing in the clan. No one could pin the blame on him seeing as no one had seen him do it. But as more slowly stared disappearing within the clan, one by one he ate yet he couldn't get rid of this hunger. It wasn't long till they figured out it was him eating his own clan, so he was cast out.

The clan didn't survive cause months later he came back and ate the rest of them. He was still hungry. He went off on his own, eating anything that he came across. One day he ran into a into a Souless, he hadn't eaten for a few days and so he tried to eat him. He was put to a halt after an arrow went through the Souless' head. A woman draped in black appeared, severing the head with her shovel. Something about her said not to devour her, he watched as she buried the man. Before she turned to him, cloaked head to toe yet her eyes were to very mismatched colors. He wasn't sure what she saw in him but she questioned him. Said he had one of the blackest souls she's ever seen. She asked if he wanted to give death a try. If death could take this edge off of hunger he was willing to give it a chance.

She tore out his soul, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it might. What she did with it was rather interesting. He's always wondered what she had done with it. He trained and followed Ai for many many years. But one can say he got bored, he no longer had the hunger to devour flesh. But a new one all together. To eat souls. Sadly his Guardian suddenly decided he was going to spill the secret, and Ai got the news that the number of souls gathered had been decreasing since taking him in. He ended up killing his Guardian or rather sending him back to hell. Severing the connection between himself and Ai Enma. He left her behind, hunting whomever he felt like.

He went on his own for several years, until he ran into a village. It appeared to of been ransacked. It reminded him so much of his old life. It was there he found a young sightless girl. Something about her, her will to survive reminded him of himself. He took her with him. Taught her how to properly serve, trained her, and told her about the Gravekeepers or at least his version of them. He found she had an unusual gift with sight, taught her how to use it properly until she was able to survive herself. He left her in Ortus, and continued on his own. Killing and eating whatever souls he felt like, he comes and visits Thersa when he has the time. He has grown fond of the little brat to a point. He knows the Gravekeepers will come, yet he has a game in stored for them.

WEAPON{MUST HAVE A SHOVEL AS WELL}

He no longer owns a shovel after severing his ties with Ai. As a reaper, he carries a large scythe.

GUARDIAN{MUST BE IN AN ANIMAL FORM}A large black lion named Aslan, sent him back to hell.

FAMILY 

None

FRIENDS 

None

ENEMIES 

The gravekeepers

OTHER/QUESTIONS/COMMENTS

PLOT IDEAS

*:･ﾟ✦ Theresa

—— lyrics here *:･ﾟ✦

ALIAS 

Seer

AGE

25

GENDER 

Female

SEXUALITY 

Pansexual

RELATIONSHIP 

Single

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION{OPTIONAL}

"Well, this should be easy, right? I mean after all, I am my own person! Okay, let’s get down to business! Hair first. And we shall work our way down my physique.

I have Snow White hair, I don a know why.

Face! I have one of those! I have thin curved eyebrows, colored to match my hair. Just below are my lovely grey hues eyes although I was told they were a jaded green before my accident. Go down just a little farther, and you’ll reach my delicate swoop of a nose. On to my mouth. It’s a small slip of pink, with just enough lip to suit my thin face, I’d say. Moving down… I have a long neck that would lead to my lovely collar bone and shoulders, which I rather like. Past that, chest wise, sit my breasts. Lovely little things. They stayed at a nice and manageable c-cup, which I would consider a blessing and a nice handful. Trailing down would lead to my lean belly, complete with belly button and all, can you believe it?! Going just past that would lead to my carefully filled hipbones, which stand out underneath my skin if I stand or walk at the right angle. On back of those is my small dip of a butt, which like my breasts, is just enough for me. An adequate handful. My legs are long and lean, tinted with a very light olive as is the rest of my skin. I dislike my feet, so I wont talk about them. But really, who likes their feet?"