forum The Onyx Reapers

Started March 24, 2018 by @Mark_Is_Male group

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(Alright! And honestly same here on the homework part, r.i.p.)

Floyd jogged along side him to the castle and grinned when they arrived. “I’m sure she will. Not every day that you get to see a flower from the upper world. I heard a rumor that some of the other guys on the team saw trees beginning to grow,” he said eagerly.

Floyd had always wished that eh could live in the upper world. His grandmother would always tell him about how magnificent it used to be in France, before it became war torn and polluted. He had hoped that nature would prosper in his lifetime, and that just maybe, he may be able to travel farther than the designated bourderies of Astenford Hill.

Name: Abana Rowan

Age: 16

Sexuality: Likes any gender/ nongender, so normal.

Weapon Of Choice: Words/ any martial arts, also she can shapeshift into animals and change apperance if that is ok.

Gender: Female.

Trainee, Civilian, Reaper or Healer: Healer/ Reaper, she does healing as a job, but she is also a reaper.

About (Personality): Bubbly and sweet, but sassy, and a good fighter when needed. A "Precious Cinnamon Roll"

Description of Character: Tall, sturdy, with a few curves. wavy periwinkle hair, down to her thighs, normally in a braid, leaf green eyes and arabic accent. Middle-Eastern, and tattoo of a rose on the side of her neck. Wears an olive green hijab (Traditional headscarf) and a gold shirt, with maroon jeans and yellow boots.
Backstory/ Info: Youngest ever Reaper, also a healer. Her parents are kind and always pester her to visit. She is muslim, but sometimes questions her beliefs.

@Abigail Dara

About the shape shifting, I was kind of going for like…a world where they are just regular survivors after a war that kind of destroyed most of the earths population..I mean i didn't want to include powers because people make their characters to op like

HE HAS FIRE POWERS AND OMNIPRESENCE AND THEY ARE ALL KNOWING AND THEY ARE IMMORTAL

I mean, that's obviously not what your doing..I guess we could do powers if everybody else wanted to…

"Wait a minute," he screamed in surprise (Once again) "Tree's? I wonder what they look like…I heard a few trainees say that their mentors saw them and that they had big purple leaves and a blue trunk!" he laughed at the idea before turning to Floyd, walking backwards.

"What do you think they look li-" before he could finish his sentence, he crashed into somebody's chest, flinching out of surprise, before turning around.

Once he turned around, he found a red haired woman, with blue eyes standing in front of him. She had on a black button up and white pants, and a shield tied to her back. No doubt she was a lower ranking reaper, Guard probably.

"Your majesty!" she said in a timid voice, bowing. "It's your father! He doesn't have long..and the healers sent me-"

Ace cut her off, terrified, "Wait! What? What's wrong with my father?!"

"The radiation from above made him sick, the healers tried everything they can..but there's nothing else they can do."

The blonde turned to Floyd, tears building up in his blue eyes.

"C'mon we have to go see father, before it's too late!" He decided, turning around and running towards the castle, which was up ahead.

Floyd’s eyes widened in shock at the news, and he ran after Ace swiftly.

He was more confused than anything. The areas his team had scanned from above had shown a nontoxic amount of radiation. Where could he have been that the radiation was so bad it could kill? But what made him wonder the most was that the king was going up above.

He had no idea that the king had been going above. He didn't even think that was allowed because o the possible risk of radiation poisoning.

“Do you know what the King was doing up there? As far as I know, he shouldnt even be allowed up there!” Floyd exclaimed.

Ace ignored Floyd and kept running, his head spinning with the thoughts of his father. Instead, the read-headed Guard responded.

"He was going up there with a few of the higher up's sir, they where looking for more space to expand the kingdom and King Jay wanted to see the progress on the surface for himself, I overheard Commander Robinson speaking with someone, saying something about testing the living conditions." Her breathing heavy as she struggled to keep up with the prince and her superior.

"Apparently he was ill for a few days and then this morning he collapsed. The healers figured out what it was and said they could do nothing for it." Hearing the conversation going on behind him, Ace ran faster, finally reaching the large gates.

"Open the gates!" he commanded, quickly making his way to the large set of stairs leading to the front door of the large castle-like building.

“Shit,” Floyd cursed sharply. “Wherever those other guys took him obviousy wasn’t safe. They should have kept to the areas that we have already marked as habitable.”

Floyd ran up the set of stairs, but was stopped by one of the higher ups sharply. “Sir, if you don’t mind me asking, but what the hell were you thinking taking him out of the boundaries? Did you even do a scan to check the radiation?” He snapped.

The larger man nodded his head slowly. “We did do a scan,” he explained, “and it came back negative for radiation. Just like at all the other places.”

Floyds expression fell, and there was a clenching in his throat. “Negative? How..? Does that mean-?”

The man cut him off, saying, “All the places up there we have checked could have also had the deadly radiation and not picked it up. Any Reapers who have been to the upper area recently are being tested later this evening.”

Floyd felt sick upon hearing that. He could be infected? But there would have been signs. And how could the plants have gown if the radiation was still lethal?

Abana walked to the marketplace, brimming with excitement. She just recently became a reaper. But a healer too? She was confused. Two jobs? But she shrugged it off, proud to serve the king. She came into her home, and told her mother and father the news. She then laid down to rest, thinking over some things.

@RedEeveestar Of course! Just fill out the template, and if you are using a character you already have saved send it in as well. Remember to make sure your character isn't to OP!

We are in need of more trainees and Healers!

After running down the long, empty corridors of the palace, he ripped open the door to his parent's room, speed walking to his fathers bedside, taking his weak and tired hands in his own.

"Pai, what happened?" He whimpered, gently squeezing the kings hand.

"I don't have much time my son," he spoke out, voice hoarse as he began to cough.

"Father you can't leave us, who will rule the kingdom? We need you to lead! We-" He was cut off by his father, who gently ran his vacant hand through his son's blonde hair lovingly.

"Don't you worry child, I am leaving them in good hands, you are my son. The Reaper Prince, and soon you will take my name and throne. I know you will be a great king, you just have to find your own way."

"Pai, I can't do this alone." Ace said, his voice coming out in a whisper as he held his father's hand with both of his own. Jay let out a pained laugh, a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Who said you are doing this alone? You have our people, your loyal subjects who are willing to give their life for you. They know this won't be easy, and they will support you along the way." He began to cough again, weakly squeezing his Ace's hand, before letting out a 'make me proud, son' before closing his eyes, his face relaxing, a content smile spread across his face.

"Pai? Pai?!" Ace shook his father by his shoulders, face soaked with tears, "Help! Someone help!"

Hearing his cries both healers and reapers made their way into the room.

"Get him out of here."

Staring at the ground, frozen he allowed the pair of reapers pull him out of the room.

"Eu vou fazer você orgulhoso pai."

(okay great. thank you. I'll just write out Matthias)

Name: Matthias "Matt" Romark

Gender: male

Age: 22

Sexuality: very much gay

Rank: Healer

Weapon of Choice: Throwing knives/shurikens, bow-and-arrow, any gun. He likes long-distance weapons because that doesn't put him directly in danger but still very helpful. He knows basic self-defence when confronted so basically, he'll hit then run when encountered.

Appearance: He's 5'6" and 150 lbs with a thin, fragile-looking frame but has a very athletic build. Dark-tan/brown skin with freckles across his nose and cheeks. Fluffy black hair that's usually not brushed, dark-green eyes, tattoos on his arms and leading onto his chest, back, and shoulders.

Personality: He's pretty calm until angered, and then he becomes aggressive, like the Chill Drunk Uncle™. Blunt and abrasive but can be a softie. Sarcastic and witty with a dash of genius-intelligence. Chaotic-good/neutral and there seems to be a method to his madness when he heals. Organized chaos, only he knows where everything is but no one else does.

Other: He keeps a special liquor drawer in his office and is usually drunk to some extent whenever he is awake. Southern "Texas cowboy" accent and drawl

@RedEeveestar I love your character XD For some reason it reminds me of my cousin, (Which is a good thing)

@RedEeveestar Thanks!

Floyd hurried away from the other Reaper when he heard the screaming. He couldn’t be sick. He had more pressing matters to deal with at the moment.

He jogged over to where the other pair of Reapers had Ace, a worried expression on his face. He murmured quietly to one of the younger Reapers before shaking his head. He tugged Ace into a loose hug and rubbed the smaller boy’s back.

“I am so sorry,” he muttered, exhaling softly.

Abana got up to eat dinner. She prepared some rice and chicken for herself and parents. She doled out some for herself, but made sure there was plenty left for Mama and Baba. She ate in silence, waiting for her parents.

Abana got up, and washed her hands. She was about to leave when- "My dear girl! Come, give us news!" Her mother said.

Matt leaned somberly against the wall, his arms across his chest and his face blank. He slid to the floor and hid his face; he tried all he could do to save the king but nothing worked. "I tried, I tried" he grumbled to himself repeatedly before getting up and walking down the corridor; he needed a drink.

Abana, after a long chat with her parents, decided to tour the palace grounds. She walked down a hallway and ran into Matt. Ow, that hurt….

"Sorry, M'lady," Matt mumbled and stumbled past. He kept his head low and his normal spark was gone. All he wanted was to be left alone with a bottle of Maker's Mark and his papers.

Abana replied, "انه بخير" (Translates to "It's fine")

"Anyways, I'm quite clumsy. Don't worry."

Ace stayed still out of shock, until finally he wrapped his arms around his taller friend, sobs and small whimpers falling out of his mouth as he hid his face in Floyd's chest.

"Why? Why did this happen? Why did it happen?" He cried, face red with anger. He pushed Floyd away, running a hand through his hair before he walked down the dark hallway, making his way to his room.

Once he reached his room he slammed his door, a small picture of him and his parents falling off of the wall.

"How am i supposed to do this?" He growled to himself, sitting down on his bed, running his hands through his hair.

An idea sparked in his head, quickly walking over to his closet, grabbing his nicest clothes, and placing the beautifully handcrafted crown of gold, with green jewels inserted it. He opened his doors, finding the nearest reaper and telling them to gather the staff in the throne room.

Making his way into the large room, he walked up the stairs, taking a seat in what was his fathers throne, resting his arms in his lap as he waited patiently for the staff to arrive.

Floyd stood there for a moment, confused by Ace’s sudden change in attitude. He exhaled sharply and went down the stairs, then to the basement. He decided to go see if his sister could get him tested now.

He went into a lab area where his older sister worked. The short, blonde haired girl ran over, hugging him tightly through her tears. “We couldn’t do anything, I felt so useless,” she cried.

Floyd hugged her back just as tightly and murmured, “I know, Cassie, but there was nothing that could be done. Listen, some of us may be infected, is there any way you could test me?”

She stepped back, her eyes red as she sniffled. She had him sit down on a bench and took a syringe, then stuck it into his upper arm. She drew a bit of blood and put it on a swatch, looking at the sample under a microscope.

“There is a bit of radiation in your blood, it seems, but not enough to be lethal. I don’t like you going up there when we aren’t sure about radiation levels,” Cassie said.

“I know, it kind of sucks. But, it’s my job,” Floyd explained, shrugging.

Matt pushed is way out of the castle as people began gathering around. Geez, news spreads fast he thought as he made his way to his 'spot', a secluded place to get drunk, or high, or die even. He sprawled himself across the ground and covered his face with his arms. It was weird how his face felt wet and flashed between hot and cold; he hadn't consumed any alcohol yet.