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“You know son, I think you’re perfect for the job.” The man leaned over to me.
“I’m a girl.” I whispered, clenching my fists. Why was I doing this? I wanted to go home!
“Watch the sparks.” The man said.
I looked at my hands, indeed, they were starting to catch fire. I wiped them on my pants, and looked at the man. “What do you want?”
“I want you, to go to this man’s house. And kill him.” I looked at the picture. I was to pose as a foreign exchange student… I sighed.
“Okay.” I took the picture and turned to leave.
“Remember, stay cool.” He was smiling as I turned to glare at him.
I sighed, and left. If I was to do my job… I closed my eyes. I couldn’t finish my sentence.

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Interview with Death
Q: There are only ten Death Bringers in the world, why?
A: I can manage ten. Its not all poke and die, you have to plan these out.
Q: There are many ways to die but you only-
A: represent ten. I told you, ten is easier to manage.
Q: Okay, nevermind. Um.. they move on after ten souls, but many more than ten die a day. Yet one DB can survive for up to ten years after his or her death. Why?
A: I don’t control all deaths. Only those caused by my DBs.
Q: ah. How do you pick targets?
A: Cerberus.
Q: Who?
A: my dog.
Q: Okay.
A: Quite a lovely dog. Newfoundland! Great at tracking.
Q: Hear they’re quite loyal as well.
A: Yes, very loyal.
Q: May I go now?
A: You may.

The Death Bringers

Name: Kevyn Jones
Age: 17
I died by: fire (and I take over for some of the other DBs when I have to, like the overdose DB, they're never around... but I don't get the souls)
When I died: 6/04/99
My Picture:

How I act: as a child I was reclusive and sarcastic when people attempted to talk to me. Not much difference now. My little sisters will be the more outgoing ones. You can tell. Okay, this isn't about my sisters, its about me. I guess I really should tell you about myself. Okay, I'm one of those girls who can look in the mirror and say, 'Hey! I look damn good!', then look closer and point out my flaws so I know I have them. When I was thirteen I did the same, although I wanted to lose the bulge around my middle, which I have gotten rid of. I'm still a bit insecure about my body, but not as much as before. I'm what you call shy, and what I call LMA, Leave Me Alone, syndrome. Of course I seem to be plucked out of several BILLION people to be a person who goes to kill people. Anyone think there's something wrong with that?

My Life: Born to a loverly family of six. Wait, it isn't a family of six yet. Scratch that. I'm the first born. Okay, wonderful. Let's move on. Wait. My birth. I was a tiny babe of 6 pounds and 14 inches. Lets go. Okay, I'm 1. I fall out of my high chair and on my head. You know... that explains a lot. Anyways. 2. I say my first word. 'Chit.' any idea what that is kids? Yep, you guessed it. 3. I'm learning more words, lala basic developmental cycle. I go to Disney. Woop de dah. Its a small world, ooh Peter Pan! Yaaayyysss!

I'm 4. I break my arm falling down a bunch of stairs playing 'mountain climber' with my cousin Danny. Haven't seen him in a while... anyways. A good 6 months healing over that... then a tornado goes and blows the house away. My five year old reason? Cats. Growing really big and scratching us! Anyways, the only thing I remember is eating Lucky Charms afterwards. (Yay for product placement!) Skip forward the boring elementary school years. Wait! Stop.

Yeah, I'm six. See that picture I'm painting? The flower that every girl brings home? Yeah, that's framed in the dining room. Along with five other flowers. Enjoy! 7. My first baby sister is born. I was eating Mcflurries in the hospital Mcdonalds when it happened. I didn't witness the miracle of life. Wait. Did I say one little sister? No, they were twins.

Zoom, zoom... okay. 13. My first period. Yeah yeah. Oh. You're wondering where friends link into my mostly familial view of life. Well... I wasn't exactly social throughout these years. In fact I brushed off most people that talked to me, instead choosing to sketch and write. But this year was my first friend. Gasp! Yes! My first friend... our first fight and we fell apart. I went back to my storwies and dwarings.

Soo... teen years. When I was fourteen the triplets were born. And I died when I turned 17. Joy.

Name: Matt Vortage
Age: 13
I died by: Shooting myself.
When I died: March, first, 1999
My Picture:


How I act: He's smart cunning and aproaches with arogance. It may not be the smartes way but it works. He's very smug, and depressed. He has no problem killing, he rather enjoys it.
My Life: Matt always had it rough, he had goen threw phases, to try and stay content. He knew he felt strongly about everything... When he was depressed.. it was like seeing a dead friend walking. He couldn't take if for long though...

He was a believe n certain sayings like 'we all live to die so why waste our time living threw this pain.' He knew he had to join his dead girl friend. He couldn't stand the memorie of his girlfriends blood splatter... He was stuck watching her slit her throate... He didn't want to live another day without her.

His brothers tended to use this against him when they couldn't win a fight. "Well at least my girlfriend wasn't a sucidal freak.." "well at least my girlfriends heart still beats." He couldn't take the constant reminders. So on the day she had died... The very same second, he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger.


Name: Emblem Yamanashi
Age: 17
I died by: Hanging
When I died: may 16th, 2008.
My Picture: Emblem Yamanashi
How I act: Emblem is cautious, but sometimes shells himself up inside his own mind. Emblem only does what he is told, afraid that he will do something wrong or out of place.
My Life: Emblem was abused to the worst extent. He tried drugs, drinking, slitting, but he was always fine the next day. It was each day he tried to escape his life, thinking there was something better out there for him. It was one day he learned his friend had hung himself, and died instantly. He tried it, and on the first try, he snapped his neck, and died right there, knowing he wouldnt be missed.

Name:Jaren Shammes
Age: 16
I died by: TB (Tuberculosis) Jaren is the Disease DB
When I died: September 19, 1997
My Picture:
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How I act: Always social, friendly, honest, generous, and all of the above. Jaren was the genuine type; always looking out for her family and following orders and doing the right thing. Smart and talented Jaren loved to help students learn their subjects perfectly and helped out in community service whenever possible. She usually never got angry and even if she did, she was not one to encourage the problem. But of course this was all before she died....afterwards, she became the complete opposite. Being a disease meant being spreading your horror around and around, never stopping and always contaminating. That's how Jaren sees herself as now, and wants everyone to suffer because of what happened to her.

My Life: Jaren's parents were doctors and helped throughout third world countries with diseases and infections the sates had already covered. Jaren mostly stayed at home with her brothers and sisters taking care of them while her parents were away. The girl would never have seen herself going to China, or India, or any country that needed medical aid. But one day, she did; when her parents requested her complete assistance and aid to help them in China for curing AIDS, TB, Hepatitis A and B etc. So after leaving everyone up to her brother to take care of she was off in the summer helping her parents. That was until there was a massive outbreak of infection, spreading as she arrived.

Jaren had arrived in an epidemic, realizing that the Chinese were not so kind to newcomers; especially Americans. They had trashed her parents lab and health center, wanting a cure to their infectious disease. Her parents were nowhere to be found. Alone, and without protection Jaren was without help as the diseases spread throughout the country. What did she do to deserve this?. After a few months had past, Jaren had caught TB. And with no medicine, support, or shelter she died alone, in pain, and forgotten.

Name: Callahan goes by Cal
Age: 25
I died by: Electricity
When I died: 4/22/2000
My Picture:
How I act: Callahan is one of the most adventerous people that you would ever meet. He is the one to first to start running into a cannibal infested forest. His trips have put him in more danger than people would imagine. From these adventures it caused him to be cocky and confident.
One thing that has caused Cal to be put in situations that normal people usually wouldn't be in is the gambaling side of him. He puts most everything on the line. This would even include his life.

My Life: Cal's life was full of adventure and trouble. From the beggining his life was adventerous. He was born in the back of a semi when his dad wasn't able to make it in time. Through his childhood he had started doing things that would put him in trouble. He would pick on people bigger then him and the people would completely hurt him. He also started gambling when he joined his friends in a local Black Jack tournament, which he won.

The adventerous part of him really burst out of him as a teenager. He wanted to see the world and he would let no one stop him. He dropped out of Highschool as a senior and went out to see the world. His parents begged him to go back and finish school but the only thing on Cal's mind was to see the world any way possible. He was repelling off mountains, climbing plataeus, and camping under the stars. Through his adventure he had been faced with bears, falling off cliffs, dislocating shoulders, and many other sorts of things you would find in the out doors.

His death was brought upon him once on an adventure in the deep forests of South America. He was gambling with a gang of Brazilian thugs and he won. The Thugs then decided that he had cheated. When Cal couldn't proove that he hadn't cheated the thugs chased after him. The only escape he had was running into the forest. After five hours of runnign through the forest he thought he had lost them. He decided to sleep by a tree. he was hoping the tree trunk could give him back support for sleeping. A storm happened that night. Lightning struck that tree and the shock of the tree went through the wood and straight into Cal's body. It killed him right on contact.

Name: Sakura Sada
Age: 12
I died by: Disease
When I died: 12/22/02
My Picture:

How I act: Sakura acts all the time. As a child she was never showed her emotions so she acted to trick others.
My Life: Sakura had many diseases and was always in the hospital. Because no one other than her twin Miaka came in to visit her, she couldn't show her emotions anymore but was able to act very well. Her parents never liked her. She was never afraid of death. Sakura was always told that she would live untill 14, but she never did. She died on her birthday. She was anemic, had throat cancer, had leg paralysis, and other kinds of disease. But those three were her main ones.

Name: Miaka Sada
Age: 12
I died by: Slitting my wrist
When I died: 12/22/02
My Picture:

How I act: Miaka always tormets people and always gets into their mind and scares them. As a child, the only person she loved and cared for was her twin sister.
My Life: Miaka always visited the hospital everyday to visit her sister. She would always be with her and always told her about her day. Miaka is the only one who understand Sakura. Her parents never cared about her. She vowed that the day Sakura died, is the day she will die too. Miaka wanted to celebrate her and Sakura's birthday. But learned that that was the day Sakura died. She went crazy for awhile when she learned that Sakura died. Then just cut her wrist and killed herself.

Name: Thomas Kiplan
Age: 11
I died by: Overdose
When I died: March 13, 1962
My Picture:

How I act: Quiet, Thomas doesn't talk much. He stays still and watches; always thinking, always wondering, sometimes planning. He never will ask a clear question, and will rarely give a straight answer.
After all these years, Thomas has picked up a lot about how things work. Even though it's been such a long time, Thomas still has not collected all of his souls. This is partially on purpose. It is partially because he hates taking lives but mostly it is because in the current state he can still see and visit his family from time to time. As much as Thomas knows about his role and the place he is now, Thomas has no more understanding about what will happen next than a mortal human does about after their death. He wants to be able to see his family.
My Life: Thomas spent the first part of his life in the city, living with his mother and father. Both of them loved him dearly, and he loved them. For a reason that remained unclear to him, his father disappeared when he was seven. His mother remarried the next year to a wealthy man and they moved out to the suburbs. His father was not a bad person and loved him just as much if not more than his birth father did. His family life actually changed very little. However, Thomas wasn't used to the life of living in a rich suburb. He continued to dress in the clothes he wore while living in the inner city, and never left the house after 8:00 PM. His mother began to worry about him, and became more and more protective of him as time went on.
About a week after his 11th birthday, Thomas started getting very sick. His stomach couldn't hold any food for more than a couple of hours. His bladder became very weak. His mother began to worry even more than normal and put him on more medications than he was already taking (which was already far more than normal). One night, as his mother put him into bed (as she continued to do every night) she noticed how pale he had become. Putting a hand to his forehead, she noticed that his body had almost no heat of any kind. She ran out of the room and brought in as many medications as she could find. He obediently took all of them and died in his sleep an hour later.

Rules:

No cybering
No godmodding
No insta-kills
No killing from the targets
Romance encouraged.
Send profiles.
Harbinger of Death for DBs
The Bullseye for Targets
Please be literate. No asterisks or anything. Type it out. I don't need 16 lines, I just need to be able to read it.
NO FIRST PERSON! This ticks me off when everyone is going 'I do this' and 'I do that'.
Oh, and PAST tense. Please. We want to be consistent right?
And I can add rules.

Death sat behind his desk, looking at Kevyn. "Hey sweetie. Can you do a favor for me?"
Kevyn looked at him, then nodded.
He smiled, leaning forward. The large black dog trotted by Kevyn, carrying a file in its mouth. He handed it to Death, who read it.
"I need you to take over for Overdose, your target is Thomas Kelly. You'll be an exchange student."
"As always." She murmured.
"You do so well in that position!" Death clapped, "Now go my sweet!" He slid the file across the table to her.
Kevyn nodded to him, taking the file, then left the room. She sighed, then looked around. She opened the file, peeking at the photo. Her stomach dropped. A teen... she hated these.
She sighed, and disappeared, reappearing by Thomas Kelly's house.
)0))0))0))
Cerilynn was sitting at the table on the patio, munching on goldfish while doing homework. It was about 4 in the afternoon, and the sun was beating onto her shoulders and cast a pleasant light onto her work. She lowered her eyes to the math problem, smiling. She always had to smile...

BRINGBRINGBRING
Kevyn's phone jingled. She whipped it out. "WHAT?" She asked, annoyed.
Death's laugh floated to her ear, she growled. "What is it?" SHe hated phones, you had to talk into them. She preferred text messaging, which was enabled on this phone, but Death always called her.
"Overdose is back."
"..."
"Come back, we'll find a new target for you."
"..." She hung up. Damnit.

((Sure))
Death chuckled, then pulled his phone back out again. He texted Matt with the details for his mission. He laughed. Cerberus sat at his feet, smiling himself.
Cerilynn got up, looking at the house. She sighed, then went up to the roof. She took out a piece of paper and scissors and began to chop of the picture.