is a limited-run, original supernatural skeleton roleplay featuring competing grim reapers on the hunt for an elusive soul, as tasked by the department of afterlife affairs. the twenty grymm will unite or fall as the mysteries that entangle the fugitive soul, the department, and who they were before will all unravel...
With original lore inspired by Acid Nerve’s Death’s Door, Tite Kubo's BLEACH, Q Hayashida’s Dorohedoro, Tibetan Buddhist philosophy on death and rebirth, and avian folklore, grymmrp is a 21⁺ mun, 30⁺ muse hybrid roleplay on tumblr and discord for literate, character-focused writers interested in themes of sacrifice and salvation, remembrance, and what entails a life worth living.
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In this kingdom / the sun never sets; / under the pale oval / of the sky / there seems no way in / or out, / and though there is a sea here / there is no tide. / For the egg itself / is a moon / glowing faintly / in the galaxy of the barn, / safe but for the spoon's / ominous thunder, / the first delicate crack / of lightning.
"Egg" — Linda Pastan
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒕
the notion hub has been updated to include information about past lives & reincarnation*.
From the field of reality’s expanse, uncreated and pure, Within a celestial palace, which is a seminal point [of light], pure, unceasing, and radiant, Through the natural expressive power of one’s own mind, uncontrived and empty, Intrinsic awareness, radiant and empty, arises in the form of Vajrasattva, [Seated] upon a bejewelled throne adorned with lotus, sun and moon [cushions].
Excerpted from The Tibetan Book of the Dead (2007) — Padmasambhava, Karma Lingpa. Translated by Gyurme Dorje, written and edited by Graham Coleman.
𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻
the notion hub has been updated to include information about bardo.
Why shouldst thou fear the beautiful angel, Death, / Who waits thee at the portals of the skies, / Ready to kiss away thy struggling breath, / Ready with gentle hand to close thine eyes? / How many a tranquil soul has passed away, / Fled gladly from fierce pain and pleasures dim, / To the eternal splendor of the day; / And many a troubled heart still calls for him. / Spirits too tender for the battle here / Have turned from life, its hopes, its fears, its charms, / And children, shuddering at a word so drear, / Have smiling passed away into his arms. / He whom thou fearest will, to ease its pain, / Lay his cold hand upon thy aching heart: / Will soothe the terrors of thy troubled brain, / And bid the shadows of earth's grief depart. / He will give back what neither time, nor might, / Nor passionate prayer, nor longing hope restore, / (Dear as to long-blind eyes recovered sight,) / He will give back those who are gone before. / O, what were life, if life were all? Thine eyes / Are blinded by their tears, or thou wouldst see / Thy treasures wait thee in the far-off skies, / And Death, thy friend, will give them all to thee.
"The Angel of Death" — Adelaide Anne Procter
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, / And Mourners to and fro / Kept treading - treading - till it seemed / That Sense was breaking through - / And when they all were seated, / A Service, like a Drum - / Kept beating - beating - till I thought / My mind was going numb - / And then I heard them lift a Box / And creak across my Soul / With those same Boots of Lead, again, / Then Space - began to toll, / As all the Heavens were a Bell, / And Being, but an Ear, / And I, and Silence, some strange Race, / Wrecked, solitary, here - / And then a Plank in Reason, broke, / And I dropped down, and down - / And hit a World, at every plunge, / And Finished knowing - then - /
"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain- (340) — Emily Dickinson
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 -
the notion hub has been updated to include information about the hollowed.
There pass the careless people / That call their souls their own: / Here by the road I loiter, / How idle and alone. / Ah, past the plunge of plummet, / In seas I cannot sound, / My heart and soul and senses, / World without end, are drowned. / His folly has not fellow / Beneath the blue of day / That gives to man or woman / His heart and soul away. / There flowers no balm to sain him / From east of earth to west / That's lost for everlasting / The heart out of his breast. / Here by the labouring highway / With empty hands I stroll: / Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, / Lie lost my heart and soul.
"There Pass the Careless People" — A. E. Housman
𝑳𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.
the notion hub has been updated to include information about shades.
You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways, / You have given me toil and scanty rest, / I have seen the light of ten thousand days / Grow dim and sink and fade in the West. / Once you bore me forth from the dusty gloom, / Weeping and helpless and naked and blind, / Now you would hide me deep down in the tomb, / And wander away on the moonlit wind. / You would bury me like a thing of shame, / Silently into the darkness thrust, / You would mix my heart that was once a flame / With the mouldering clay and the wandering dust. / The eyes that wept for your sorrowful will / Shall be laid among evil and unclean things, / The heart that was faithful through good and ill / You scorn for a flutter of tawdry wings.
Body text excerpted from "The Body to the Soul" — Eva Gore-Booth
Title — Rumi
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔.
the notion hub has been updated to include information about souls.
A Bird, came down the Walk - / He did not know I saw - / He bit an Angle Worm in halves / And ate the fellow, raw, / And then, he drank a Dew / From a convenient Grass - / And then hopped sidewise to the Wall / To let a Beetle pass - / He glanced with rapid eyes, / That hurried all abroad - / They looked like frightened Beads, I thought, / He stirred his Velvet Head. - / Like one in danger, Cautious, / And he unrolled his feathers, / And rowed him softer Home - / Than Oars divide the Ocean, / Too silver for a seam, / Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon, / Leap, plashless as they swim.
"A Bird, came down the Walk" - (359) — Emily Dickinson
𝑾𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌?
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Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades and you feel the sting of pain as they burst forth. Stretching them over your head, you feel starstruck as you inspect your brand new appendages.
Your wings are shorter but fuller than you expected, almost wrapping around your shoulders and draping down your back like a black fur stole. No, upon a more intimate gaze, you see a shimmer of emeralds and amethysts, the hidden jewels in the rough. Your heartbeats quicken, and your breath catches in your throat. You don't understand, but the bright shine in your wings almost pulls out a sob behind your squiggly but smiling lips. A feeling of accomplishment fills you once more.
Bravo, Reaper, your wings are that of a Starling.
Character Parallels: Elle Woods (Legally Blonde), Ariel (Disney's The Little Mermaid)
For better or worse, 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 can find a friend in almost anyone. A rare exception among the other personalities of the D.O.A.A. who skew more toward reserved. Their trusting forthrightness complete with their heart squarely on their shoulder. So innocent and hopeful. Only seeing the best in others before they even have the chance to prove themselves. And while 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 can't remember much—if anything—about who they were in the Before, maybe some things never change and they've always been like this. They're lucky that they've already managed to make some strong connections because that naivety will only put them in Danger's path. But how long can that sweetness last if their friends become bitter rivals on the chase for 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎?
RECENT COLLECTION.
Homo Sapien Soul; aged 37 years; Winnipeg, Canada. Hotel Doorman, Hypothermia. Got lost after getting separated from their group during a hiking trip.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙹𝚊𝚢
you're amazed that a grymm of their caliber acknowledges you. you're going to learn so much from them!
𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕
so, so scary, but in an awesome way. you just wish they wouldn't drop so many snide comment about your bestie, 𝙶𝚞𝚕𝚕.
𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚙𝚒𝚎
they're so nice, but incredibly reserved. you'll do your best to put a smile on their face.
𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚝
when they dropped their name, you gasped aloud in shock. they look just like they did on that one commercial.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades, and you feel a growing warmth before a bright flash of light blinds you momentarily. Stretching them over your head, you tentatively inspect your brand new appendages.
You gaze longingly at your round, fluffy wings, marveling at the expanse of white feathers. You gasp and then feel silly when you notice the bands of gray coloring the rim of your wings like they’ve been stained in ink; the color slightly washed out as if there were previously failed attempts to get the discoloration out. You avert your eyes, an invisible thread of disappointment pulling them to the ground and lick your dry lips. Swallowing, you take a moment to gather yourself and then shake your head rapidly, the plumes of your wings subconscious puffing out as well. There’s no reason to feel disappointed! You earned your wings!
Nice job, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝙿𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗.
Character Parallels: Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi), Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99), Higashiyama Kobeni (Chainsaw Man)
𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 maira k̸i̸n̸g̸s̸l̸e̸y̸
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 forty-seven
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 / 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 cis woman, she/her
𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 shelley conn
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 closed
𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 retractable box cutter
𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛 simple wooden door with insets of different textured glass
PROFILE.
Previously one of the secretaries at the Shade Advocacy Office, Pigeon always secretly dreamed of becoming a grymm. However, as time—or the equivalent of it in the After—passed, so did her name during the drafts. She knew that it was rather laughable that a bookish accountant like her wanted to be an adventurer, but she couldn't help herself. And so she had been elated when she first spotted the raven in her bardo, and then euphoric when she passed her Lustration. Until she recognized the familiar banding of a "rat with wings," that is... And while Pigeon is less than thrilled by the outcome, she's trying to find the silver lining. To prove that it's never too late for self-improvement. If only she could keep that mindset going now that her second mission ever is attempting to capture Psyche...
RECENT COLLECTION.
Powelliphanta; aged 26 years; Lake Papaitonga, New Zealand. Powelliphanta Snail. Old age. Pigeon's first ever mission. A mixed success.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙾𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢
she's always leaving behind her unfinished paperwork for you to do. one day you're going to give her a piece of your mind.
𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎
the first real bond you made in the After, until they got their wings and cut you off completely. now that you're a grymm, there's no way they'd ignore you.
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕
you remember them asking, back when you were at the shade advocacy office, about a soul. you hope everything turned out okay.
𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗
while they haven't been a shade long, they were selected immediately to be a grymm. this fact stings a little, though you try not to let it show.
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕
they're just like you fr. you want to root for them like no one has rooted for you.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades and you feel the sting of pain as they burst forth. Stretching them over your head, you feel complete as you inspect your brand new appendages.
Your wings are huge, wider than you are tall, white plumes spotted with bands of brown and black. The long primary feathers at the end of your wings fan out to catch the slightest gust of wind and you feel a smile twitch at the corner of your mouth, as tears prickle at your eyes. All the anxiety that you felt since you got here melt away and you finally know who you are and what you are meant to do.
Welcome home, reaper, your wings are that of an 𝙾𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢.
Character Parallels: Yamanaka Ino (Naruto), Hino Rei (Sailor Moon), Miss Texas (Miss Congeniality), Taichi (New Japan Pro Wrestling)
𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚜—
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 aditi c̸h̸a̸t̸u̸r̸v̸e̸d̸u̸l̸a̸
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 forty-seven
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 / 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 cis woman, she/her
𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 rekha sharma
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 closed
𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛: sickle attached to an iron chain
𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛: elevator doors engraved with art nouveau style with aquatic plants and large five pointed star.
PROFILE.
If those like 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙶𝚢𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗 can be referred to as "married to the job," then 𝙾𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢 is married to the hunt. It's strange to say that she feels at peace in The Hinterlands but it's the only place she knows with one hundred percent certainty who she is. Gives her clarity unlike in her personal bardo filled to the brim with all the things the person she was Before must have loved—but mean next to nothing to her. Remnants of a life that doesn't feel like it was ever her own and nevertheless stick to the marrow of her hollow bones. It makes something twist in the pit of her stomach, putrid and heady like rancid fruit. It doesn't bother her, not knowing who she was. She knows who she is now and that's all that matters.
RECENT COLLECTION.
Excursion into the Hinterlands; 7 hollowed eradicated.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙿𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗
a huge dweeb not cut out of this job but no one is allowed to mess with her but you.
𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜
an old comrade that’s holding a grudge you can't understand. you were just trying to protect them.
𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠
an obnoxious know-it-all who doesn't know when to quit.
𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚝
she didn’t know it was possible to find someone more annoying than 𝙹𝚊𝚢.
𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎
you don't know why they take so much issue with Pidge, when a dove is just just a pigeon with white wings.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades, and you feel a growing warmth before a bright flash of light blinds you momentarily. Stretching them over your head, you giddily inspect your brand new appendages.
You let out an impressed whistle as you look up at your white wings and notice that they’re trimmed with a row of gray feathers followed by a splash of black near the tips. Folding the right one so you can see the top of it, you let out a snort, recognition flooding your brain. That’s so funny. But they suit you, you think, grinning as you flap them in quick succession trying to dissipate some of the fog that surrounds you. It doesn’t really do much but the act is fun regardless.
Congrats, reaper, your wings are that of a 𝙶𝚞𝚕𝚕.
Character Parallels: Scuttle (Disney's The Little Mermaid), Alan Garner (The Hangover)
A slacker to some, a fool to others, this grymm ends up quite the topic at the office water coolers. It begs the question, why is 𝙷𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚣𝚒𝚗 gearing him up to be their next successor? What do they see in him that no one else does? Hell if 𝙶𝚞𝚕𝚕 knows. Right now (and probably after, and possibly Before), he's only concerned with having fun. That's the whole point of this place, right? Finding peace and all that? Honestly chasing this '𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎' soul didn't sound all that appealing until he was told that any grymm partaking in the contest would need to case the target all throughout the living world. And that sounds like a good time if 𝙶𝚞𝚕𝚕 has ever heard one.
RECENT COLLECTION.
Homo Sapien Soul; aged 10 years; New Kingston, Jamaica. Elementary Student, Accidental fall while climbing a tree. Grieved by their mother and younger sister.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐
your fellow Lustration initiate. they earned your loyalty in the fog.
𝙷𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚣𝚒𝚗
you don't want to disappoint them but you just want to take it easy.
𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗
𝙷𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚣𝚒𝚗 keeps trying to push you into becoming a big brother figure to them but they seem capable enough to you.
𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚝
you don't know why they're always pissed at you. you're just easing them into the new normal.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades, and you feel a growing warmth before a bright flash of light blinds you momentarily. Stretching them over your head, you elatedly inspect your brand new appendages.
Your wings are a beautiful cacophony of browns, oranges, and grays that remind you of a childhood playing in an autumnal pile of dry, crisp leaves. So this is the afterlife. It's quiet, quaint. Peaceful in the thick mist, far away from the troubles of the world. Your mindstream is at ease, thoughts trickling down like a lazy riverbed. If this is the end, then there is no need for fear. Your heart feels lighter knowing you’ll ensure your loved ones safe passage.
Cheers, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.
Character Parallels: Ahiru (Princess Tutu), Kenny Liu (From)
The concept of "fate" is a contested belief among those who reside in the After, notably for grymm who are part of the inner workings of the D.O.A.A. and are given reaping assignments on orders of 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎. Are Their Eminence's assignments random, or was it always foretold? For 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕, they believe it must've been destiny for them to wholly recall their Before, especially after they are assigned to reap a loved one. After easing them into death and promising to show them around the After, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 went through their door. However, at D.O.A.A.'s waiting room, the soul was nowhere to be found. No one at the Shade Advocacy Office or even 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 couldn't recall seeing anyone like that soul. But that couldn't be right. With a sinking feeling of dread they come to the conclusion that their loved one must've gotten lost in the mist. Although traveling through the Hinterlands is ill-advised, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 has been searching, determined to reunite with their loved one.
RECENT COLLECTION.
Homo Sapien soul; aged 43 years ; Toronto, Canada. Corporate lawyer, spontaneous coronary artery dissection. Is a close loved one of 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚙-𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚎
their missions to the living world grow longer and more frequent. they're keeping a secret, but will you risk yours to learn the truth?
𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚙𝚒𝚎
you thought you were caught in one of your "walks," but the grymm seemed hypnotized and hardly noticed you.
𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎
a coworker you deeply respect. if they lose sight of what's important, you'll remind them of all the good they do.
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕
you pity them; it's hard to see someone who is so uncomfortable with who they are as a whole.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades, and you feel a growing warmth before a bright flash of light blinds you momentarily. Stretching them over your head, full of wonder you inspect your brand new appendages.
Your wings are a soft shade of grey with a delicate patch of fluffier white and brown ones near the center. Your eyes trail the full length of your primary feathers, each plume splayed at the ends like paper fans. Then the wonder fades … Who and what are you? The sensation of dread settles in the pit of your stomach, a familiar twinge of someone you once were. Quick, a lifeline. A lighthouse on the shore. Whatever you must do to survive, embrace and cling. You have always known yourself to be a little codependent.
Don't fret, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗.
Character Parallels: Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts II)
TW: references to murder, implied intimate partner violence.
Who are you, if not a piece of every person you've ever met? 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 wishes they could remember their Before, even if just a fading sliver of a memory. Back when they used to be nothing but a simple shade, the fear of the unknown grasped them at their core. Despite the warm guidance from 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 and the other employees from the Shade Advocacy Office that all would be well, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗 refused to set foot in their personal bardo, petrified. No one, including them, would believe they'd be selected for Lustration and actually pass the exam, and end up among the best up-and-comers like 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕 or 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎. They've made the best of what they've given. And yet, the shade yearns for the soul they've forgotten. Could 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 show them what they have lost if 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 is to be found?
RECENT COLLECTION.
Homo Sapien soul; aged 23 years; Helsingør, Denmark. University Student, victim of a crime of passion.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕
it's easier to think that they only see you as a henchman. it'll feel less like a betrayal when you reap 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 from under their wings if you think about it that way.
𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚎
maybe you are mistaken, but you swear you saw them talking to a human when you were out on a mission.
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕
you tend to watch them whenever you are in their presence. trying to learn from the way they navigate the world.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑
it says a lot that their plucky determination is able to get a cynic like you to care.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades and you feel the sting of pain as they burst forth. Stretching them over your head, you anxiously inspect your brand new appendages.
Your wings are an innocuous amalgamation of brown and gray. Shades that fall to the wayside. Your mind recognizing these colors as belonging from some sort of prey animal. Figures. You are disappointed, but only for a second. You won’t let it get to you. You’ll do what you’ve always done and use this to your favor. Alike a hidden dagger, relative anonymity has its perks. Besides, the nail that sticks out the most gets hammered down.
Chin up, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕.
Character Parallels: Shauna Sadecki (Yellowjackets), Faramir of Gonder (Lord Of The Rings), Ritsu Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕 has never had the luxury of a easy life. Not in the After and certainly not in the Before. Everyone underestimates them because of it. They're used to being pitied—but instead of losing spirit, they'll use it to their advantage. Like they always have. The universe was not created fairly, not everyone is blessed with the same opportunities. Those not born with luck or talent have to make do. So who can blame them for taking advantage of all the tools at their disposal? And it's not like they don't feel bad about it! Things have gotten way more out of hand than they expected. With 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 and 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗. But how was 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕 supposed to know things would turn out like this? They only wanted to look a look a little better in comparison. They didn't mean to hurt anybody or to ruin 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗's career... but to speak up now, that'd be the end to their new afterlife.
RECENT COLLECTION.
Homo Sapien soul; 45 years; Lagos, Nigeria. Taxi Driver, car accident. Mourned by their loving wife and two sons.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑
you keep trying to smooth things out between them and 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗 but you starting to think you're only making things worse.
𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗
you wonder if they'd ever forgive you. if you can capture the elusive soul for them then maybe...?
𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗
this is as much as an information game as it is a manhunt. they know more than they're letting on with their connections at the D.O.A.A. 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕 is scary, and 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗's an easier mark.
𝙿𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗
she seems to be under the impression that you two are birds of a feather.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades and you feel the sting of pain as they burst forth. Stretching them over your head, you are confused when inspecting your brand new appendages.
Your wings are a hypnotic splash of black and speckled with white, a tidy Rorschach painting in dazzling monochrome, like thousands of little eyes staring back at you. The thought is simultaneously exciting and perplexing. You feel dizzy, lost and dazed, like your axis has tilted somehow. You want to right yourself again, but you can’t find it in you to trust yourself. Not after what happened.
Careful, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗.
Character Parallels: Mima Kirigoe (Perfect Blue), Mithrun of the House of Kerensil (Dungeon Meshi), Risu (Dorohedoro)
How could any grymm betray another grymm? Ambition, competition, or pure hatred? Speculation flies amok in the D.O.A.A. after what happened to 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 during their Lustration. That 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗 is someone who would betray a comrade to get ahead... The rumors aren't true, that's what 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗 hopes. But the thing is, how can they refute the claims if they themselves don't know what occurred in the thick mists of the Hinterlands? When all they remember is searing pain, the world turned upside down, and lavender ichor flowing out of 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑's mouth? Even if they earned their wings, no one wants a traitor in their midst so they're even starting to get snubbed in the Collections Office. In their eyes, their future lies in front of 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛, stripped of their feathers for a crime they didn't commit but cannot remember. There's nothing left in the afterlife for them, their only hope is capturing 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 and either begging 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 for clemency or a ticket out of this hellhole.
RECENT COLLECTION.
Formicidae soul; 9 months; Manta, Ecuador. Leaf Cutter Ant, take over by a parasitic Cordycep Fungi.
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑
you don't know what hurts the most, the fact they actually think you did it or the way they look at you now.
𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚕
you can understand why 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 hates you but what you don't understand is why they can't look at you either.
𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎
you weren't expecting them to be on your side in all this but you're grateful for their support.
𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕
if 𝙳𝚘𝚟𝚎 came as a surprise, you don't know what to think about 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕 or their... pep talks?
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛
sooner or later, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛's best executioner will come for you.
Something stirs at the base of your shoulder blades and you feel the sting of pain as they burst forth. Stretching them over your head, you triumphantly inspect your brand new appendages.
You immediately discern that your wings belong to some sort of bird of prey and brim with the warmth of pride. And while you had your reservations about this whole situation, it’s in your nature to always rise to the occasion. Even if you may not have talons, your tongue is as sharp and armed for snatching opportunities. You will claw up every inch to exact your comeback.
Congrats, Reaper, your wings are that of a 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕.
Character Parallels: Namari of Kahka Brud (Dungeon Meshi), Gracie Hart (Miss Congeniality)
𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚜
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 romeo t̸o̸u̸i̸s̸s̸a̸n̸t̸
𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 thirty-two
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 / 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 he/they
𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 jacob anderson
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 closed
𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 tba.
𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛 tba.
PROFILE.
They are, arguably, the best grymm to ever come out of the Collections Office. So the fact they were entrusted with a top secret mission from 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 themselves came as no surprise to 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕, who preened at the honor. Looking back on it though, they should have been more suspicious. Should've asked, why not have someone like 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚗 or, hell, even 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛 to do this instead? They never stood a chance in hell to capture 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎. 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕 had known it the moment they had located 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 and the soul stared directly into 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕's eyes before vanishing. So when 𝙺𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕 gets news about 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎's challenge to everyone in the D.O.A.A, all they can do is seethe. But at least 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, "in their eternal benevolence," had made sure to keep 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎's abilities out of the brief.
RECENT COLLECTION.
[ 𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴 ]
INTERTWINED DESTINIES.
𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗
the only one you trust. that said, you haven't told them about what 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚎 can do because two cannot share the reward.
𝙹𝚊𝚢
you hate this sniveling little sycophant and you don't like how they're getting chummy with 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗. whatever they're up to, you're going to put a stop to it.
𝙶𝚞𝚕𝚕
a goofball that doesn't deserve the wings they were bestowed with. it'll only be a matter of time before they're stripped of their feathers.
𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚗
the way they've shriveled into themselves upsets you. they're better than this. you wish they'd just grow a backbone and stand up.
