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Name of worshiper: Mourir

Alignment: Neutral
Souls appearance: Grey
Reason for worship: Mourir has always been drawn to the dead and the dying. He feels most comfortable in a graveyard. It's peaceful and calming.

How RP active will you be?: Semi-active. It depends on if Mourir is willing to play.
Show Death your loyalty: Mourir felt a calm feeling come over him as he approached the shrine. It felt like coming home almost. He looked up at the shrine and stood straight. "My lord, Lukarius. I wish to pledge my soul to you. I am drawn to your domain as I am drawn to no other. I would be honored if you accepted me as one of your own." He bowed his head.

Luk had been quite distracted as of late building Antarmurrs a temple in his Purgatory, that for a moment he almost missed the feeling of a soul entering his Temple. He turned from the work and appeared behind the centaur with his arms opening to her. He watched as she bowed to his shrine, before he reached down to pet her hair. "What a lovely soul you possess, my dear. Such a bright and graceful thing."

He moved his hand behind his back, summoning a silver skull mask to which he held out to her with a faint bow and a smile. "Be you ever welcome to brighten my halls and my Purgatory, from this day on to the end of days. Know that you are always welcomed home."

Lukarius paused, staring at the pockettu before him as if she were something the god had been looking for, but had about given up on finding. He walked to his Reaper, reaching out to take her chin in his hand and gently raise her face for him to see. "Where would I be without my children such as you?" He asked, meaning that as her creator, he counted her as one of the special among his flock. "Where would this Grim be, without his Reaper? Come now, bow no more. I enjoy it more when I can see your face." He gave her cheek a pat, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Welcome home, my child. May your heart ever be strong, your spirit ever without cracks, and your scythe ever held sharply in hand. I know you will make me proud."

He gave his Jackal once more a fatherly smile, then winked and vanished back to purgatory.

yes please. XD Luk relies on soul descriptions to know what he sees in rp with his followers.

Luk appeared upon the empty throne that sat in his mortal world temple, his eyes resting ob the one before him gleefully. He had wondered how this particular soul would come out after being placed in a new body. He was glad to see the black in it had not grown, though the fact it had not healed all together did not completely faze him.

"It is wonderful to see my work come about as well as you, little one." He said, before standing to walk to his Reaper. "Welcome ever to my Purgatory, Diam, my child." He reached out to give the new pockettu a warm pat on the head.

Lukarius gave his creation a nod of acknowledgement over what the Reaper said. "It is always a pleasure to be surrounded by my souls, so always feel you are welcome to speak with me." Luk said softly, his thoughts straying to another of his followers whom he had not seen in a while. He felt sad when he thought of her, as their last meeting had not been the most pleasant.

Name of worshiper: Zulkeri

Alignment: Neutral
Souls appearance: This soul seems to be glistening in gold, the strength of it lightens his whole body. Showing that once he has picked a god he wishes to devote himself too.. he will do so without a second thought and put his very own existence on the line for said god without a need for a reason..
Reason for worship: Zulkeri has been blessed, A creation of the Death God himself. So he will swear his loyalty to him only. No one else.

How RP active will you be? If asked, I will roleplay.
Show Death your loyalty: A sound of slithering comes into the room making Zulkeri's presence known. Seemingly glowing red eyes beamed through the eye holes of his maroon mask breaking the shadows around him. Seeing another reaper present he pauses for a moment before continuing forward. Unsure if he should approach but something seemed off in this gods figure.. he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Perhaps Zulkeri could be of service but he knew Lukarius may already have the situation under control.

"I come to pledge my loyalty to you Father," he begun, his voice would break the silence after the other reaper had spoke. He came closer before stopping. Allowing himself to be looked over before giving a bow. His purple tinted skin lit up by the lighting of the temple. His head down, his hair falling forward as he kept his head down. "I pledge complete devotion to you and shall do whatever you wish when you wish it with no questions or hesitation." he had finished his words and would wait for the response.

Luk turned to address the new pockettu, his joy evident on his face when he caught sight of the soul before him. This one was one of his favorites, a soul he'd been very eager to see again. He'd enjoyed creating the body that encased it, but it was nothing to seeing the spirit working and living inside a body. Growing, moving, thinking, existing outside of the healing sleep. These things he'd given the soul when he gave it a body.

"Welcome my child." He said happily, greeting the jackal by coming to it and placing a kiss on the forehead of it's skull mask. "Your devotion, I do not doubt. I welcome you, Zulkeri, ever into my service and into my home. May your path be one as bright as your soul, filled with glory and joy." Luk reached a hand out, running his fingers through the jackal's hair. "I know you will make me proud."