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 Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:44 pm
I'd like to have one more girl and one more guy before we start... sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:47 pm
Aw, damn. Alright, I can wait.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 3:35 am
The Didactic Reaper 
Reaper Appearance
The Obituary
While I was alive, I was known as Ester Neidenberg
But I'd rather go by Est or Den
I lived to be Twenty-Two
I am a Woman
My Life Story
At My funeral, everyone said A very intelligent young woman. Very gifted and Very driven. She shouldn't have died so young, she could have been something amazing. The girl might not have been very good with people, she might not have gotten married or started a family... But she was so smart, she would have done something with her life. She should have lived to do something with all that education.
I remember things this way though Yiddish. Not many children have to put down Yiddish as the language spoken at home on their ACT sign up packet. Ester was never ashamed of her family though, they kept her remembering why she needed to be great, why she needed to get out of the house and move to New York... Because she never wanted to be like them. They were cliche to the nth degree, The overbearing mother, the silent grim yelling father, the grandparents that lived in the guest room, always causing trouble.
Ester moved out when she was eighteen, moving to New York at the age of eighteen on a scholarship for computer science. She was a very smart girl, but never had much talent when it came to friends or boys, or romance or anything social really. After two years at Columbia she transferred to MIT and found that she was able to keep up quite easily... Her peers were falling behind and she was picking up these concepts like they were nothing. The social factor of life always eluded her though. And that was her one mistake. she should have made more friends, some friends....
One night in the middle of the summer, it was august and so hot she could barely stand it. Her computer crashed for the third time and she needed a break. Ester, pulled on a pair of red slip on vans and left her dorm room to go for a run. She needed air and she needed to move before she cooked to death. It was a humid stick Massachusetts night and she was jogging lightly across campus. She didn't feel like she was fast enough and started To sprint rather then jog, after four minutes of straight up sprinting she had to slow, she stopped completely and paused on the dimly lit path, bending over, putting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. Out of no where hands grabbed her Wrists and pulled them behind her back, something big and strong manhandled her down onto the ground. The man knocked her head against the concrete and the next time Ester gained consciousness... Her entire body ached and she was locked in a hotel bathroom.... Six hours later she was dead. It was gruesome and the final hours made Ester realize that people didn't deserve pity, or help... She was there only to breath and keep her heart beating... Now as a reaper, she's not quite over what happened to her. She's still skiddish and has flash backs, she's not good about human contact, but tries for the sake if the people around her.
My Memorial Image
When I was alive, I looked like this. Skinny and short. Ester was five foot three and weighed maybe one-ten on a good day. she was never a big fan of food. Her hair was thin and soft and always cut short to keep it out of the way and easy to manage. Glasses were a must, her eye sight was rubbish. All of her clothing was second hand. Money was not something Ester could ever say she had enough of. Her eyes were gray green and always shifting. She's still not good about looking people in the eye.
Now, to everyone else, I look like this. She's prettier, Her hair is blonder, and her skin is clearer... Her eyes were crystal clear blue. She's slender, not skinny, and her fingers are long and feminine, not spidery and gross. the old Ester was nerdy and now... now she looks almost cute. It's not her...
The Little Details
What my room at the Club looks like Quaint
ExtrasEst has been a reaper for only six months and she's still not very good at it, she;s still rather jumpy and no one has really gotten to know her much yet. She's been spending most of her time in her room at the computer, or reading.
My Reaper Boss
dragonhealer
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 12:28 pm
Maddie, you're accepted!
One more guy left til I open CCH!
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:48 pm
Come on peoples. Join please. I'll give you a cookie.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 4:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 7:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 11:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:00 pm
The Savy Reaper  New AppearanceThe Obituary While I was alive, I was known as Hassan Comer
But I'd rather go by San or Hassy
I lived to be 25
I am a MaleMy Life Story At My funeral, everyone said San was a talented smart, clever funny nice guy. He was a great friend and a sweet lover, a generous adult and a grand house guest. He was to young to die, he had to much left to do, he will be dearly missed.
I remember things this way though San was born in south DC, his father was the ambassador from Pakistan, a very smart well respected man, and his mother was a house wife who raised San with more care then most children could ever imagine. He got a good American education and didn't actually ever go to Pakistan. College was were Hassan thrived, he loved mathematics and statistics... Anything that had to do with logic really. After getting his masters he was offered a job with NASA and he took it. This was 1975... He died a year later from radiation poisoning. It turns out he was dabbling with some pretty dangerous stuff. My Memorial Image When I was alive, I looked like this. Tall and fit for a gamer. He had caramel colored skin and glasses. The man wears dress shorts with short sleeves skinny ties and slacks. He normally wears his head set around his neck, even if he's out and about... It's like his security blanket.
Now, to everyone else, I look like this. A little paler, almost like he's Turkish, with thinner hair and stubble. It's odd to see himself in this new form, it does look lime him... The Little Details What my room at the Club looks like Bedroom
Extras Hassan's been a reaper for over fifty years. He can get a bit pompous about this. My Reaper Boss dragonhealer
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 6:03 pm
Accepted! Yay! We can finally get started!
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 1:16 am
The White Reaper  Reaper AppearanceThe Obituary While I was alive, I was known as Obsidian Goo.
But I'd rather go by Sid.
I lived to be 20
I am a Male My Life Story At my funeral, everyone said he was very aspiring and reached in deep with every person’s heart. He thought mostly of others and brought out the best in people. He never spoke about himself and asked too many questions to others to be asked about himself. He was very blunt, straight forward and didn’t like to waste time.
His family was rich and the only child was free to do what he wanted with life. His Mother assumed he had killed himself. His father firmly stated that he was murdered. The few people, who had attended, did out of courtesy, and also wonder. His artwork was displayed at the funeral. Most of the people saw his latest work as a clue or had hidden truth to his abrupt death, and shortly after it was investigated because of the contrast of feelings his parents had.
I remember things this way though Sid liked drawing people. His life consisted mainly of finding inspiration in the souls of others. It interested him to see their "real" image in comparison to their more cryptic exteriors. He observed their fashion, gestures, expressions and their voice. Occasionally, bystanders would make a request. "How do I look inside?" A 13 year old girl had once asked him. At times, he would gladly agree to show them, yet for some people, it was hard to see.
His art would capture the grace of a person, the feeling the person had given while being drawn and the inner light people held. That light was his inspiration.My Memorial Image When I was alive, I looked like this. His hair used to be long and pulled back most of the time before he cropped it short, shortly before his death. His hands are callused from various utensils and often seen slightly blackened by led or charcoal. His artist environment required someplace warm and comfortable so his sense of fashion matched.
Now, to everyone else, I look like this. His hair is white and his skin more pale. He wears a hoodie outside to cover his unnatural hair color. The Little Details What my room at the Club looks like His bedroom has his drawings seemingly used as wallpaper because every inch is covered by a different drawing. Most of them have a similar image beside them, but in a more dark outlook, some unidentifiable as a person, but with human form.
Extras When asked to be a Reaper Sid was extremely curious to what an actual Soul looked like so gladly accepted the job. His theme of life was seeing souls and portraying them in his art. The young reaper was interested in what kind of inspiration it would bring him. Upon seeing the real thing and taking it from it’s host, it changed his whole outlook.My Reaper Boss Totchi-ToshiyaHara
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 10:20 am
ACCEPTED! (Now we just have to get the others back here! )
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