Keepers of Death (Black University Saga, the First Year) Interest Check

[RumikoOhara]

I find the idea Interesting and am even half way through creating my CS

[Blaze Gamma]

I'm starting to suspect there's going to be a massive gender imbalance in this RP...

[RumikoOhara]

LOL we could make it a Harem style

[RumikoOhara]

Name: Grace Mathews

Age:18

Appearance:


Weapon:

Background: Grace is considered to have had a very tragic life though to look at her few could guess.

Grace was delivered C-section from the womb of her mother who had died in a train wreck. Her doctor had been the forensics doctor at the local morgue who seeing the belly of a pregnant corpse move acted with haste.
Using the tools he normally used to dissect the dead he cut her out and lifted her blood covered body from her dead mother and wrapped her in the sheets normally used to shroud the dead.

She was turned over to the nearby hospital to be checked for injuries as the authorities sought any family she might have.

When no one came forward the children's service named her Grace the social worker having a sense of irony for the little girl was the only survivor of the passenger car in which she was found.

She was briefly a child celebrity as news services clamored to see her and tell her story. Once the interest died down she was discreetly offered up for adoption and taken in by the Mathews family.

Her life till she turned 8 was typical then while attending a family vacation in Israel was caught in the blast of a suicide bomb. Once again Grace had been in a scene of great tragedy and came out merely stunned and once again without family

Retrieved by the authorities Grace was sent home where she was again the subject of the presses interest.

Grace then was shuffled from foster home to foster home never living in any of them for more than a year. Till her 13th birthday when she was taken in by a Methodist children's home where she spent 2 years till a fire destroyed the girl's dormitory killing six of her fellow students and a teacher.

Once more Grace was shuttled through the system and even the social workers had decided she somehow carried the curse of death around her.

Even amid this turmoil and insecurity Grace excelled at her schooling graduating with a 4.0 average. But because of her erratic school record she was not the speaker at her high school graduation

She didn't even think of applying for scholarships instead thinking she'd simply just become a wanderer. Now free from the system she was just beginning her wandering when she Encountered a recruiter from BU who knew her secret. Who knew she was able to see days before the event a dark shroud surround those about to die. He convinced Grace that there was a place that understood her and where she'd be welcomed, where death was no longer her curse.

Personality: Grace is always happy even when others believe she should be sad or worried. This habit is unnerving to some and annoying to others but she doesn't care. Grace loves spicy food to the point of obsession the hotter the better and it reflects it's self in any dish she's responsible for cooking.
She loves to dress provocatively but is unaware that she is so dressed thinking others make a big deal over her clothing

Quote: "But I only put 12 ghost peppers in the sauce, it should be mild?"

TheFix

Grace was listening to a couple arguing at a nearby table as she tried to eat her meal which had caused the waiter to wander off coughing and his eyes to water from the excessive spices. The girl at the table was crying as the guy treated her as if she were a dog in need of chastising.

She tried to not stare at the young man who was speaking rudely to his girl friend but she could clearly she he now was sheathed by a dark shroud. He was already marked by death but it was the tendrils of his shroud which tried to attach to the girl that concerned Grace.

It could mean anything but it did signal that his death might try and touch another. This concerned Grace because she didn't believe death was due any extra victims simply because they stood nearby. She had to come up with some way to deflect this death from the other girl even though she didn't know her.

She saw her opportunity when the girl left for the ladies and followed her. Grace had no real plan for what she was going to do but thought she could just wing it.. She quietly entered the bathroom and heard the girl talking to herself. Peeking around the corner she saw the girl as the sink wiping her face as she talked to herself in the mirror.

"No body treats me like that anymore, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of his cheating, I'm sick of his treatment and I'm sick of him threatening to show everybody that dam video." She sniffles.

Then as Grace spies on her she sees the girl examine a pistol hidden in her purse which she then shoves back inside. Grace slips back out of the bathroom before the other girl catches her looking and as she resumes her seat shrugs as she thinks "Well you can't fix everything"

She resumes her meal savoring every bite and even manages to no longer be distracted by the arguing couple.

[xAsunaWolfx]

Lol yup massive gender imbalance. *doesnt really go the other way* I hope it doesn't make this crash and burn xD

[RumikoOhara]

We could always recruit with sexy adds when we bump the thread here

The Girls of Black University want to talk to you

The girls of Black University are looking for a few good men LOL

[Nytefall]

Oh..... well sorry it took so long but here it is.

Profile Rubric:
Name: Shiro Takamata
Age:18
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Weapon:A Bō staff made from tough tempered steel it is around 7 and a half feet long..



Background:The Takamata family are avid buddhists and believe that peace can be achieved only through meditation and training. This training however is not easy and is designed to work both body and mind in order to gain true balance within your body and mind. At least that’s what Shiro’s family thinks, Shiro see’s it as a way to train herself to enlighten others.

Shiro’s parents were overjoyed when they received the invite to Black University for Shiro. They hope that the university will teach Shiro some self control and help deal with her issues. Shiro’s parents however do not know about the real reason for Shiro’s summons to the university.

Personality:Shiro has a very chaotic personality and while not a self destructive person she can be a bit of a masochist enjoying pain that she inflicts on others and on herself. Shiro has trouble sitting still and prefers to be active.Shiro is also bipolar and can switch from a level headed individual to an aggressive psycho. This may make her seem like an inappropriate choice to become grim reaper however, her level headed side is extremely cold and calculating. Taking her shifts in mood to her own advantage and not allowing herself to lose too much control. Unless she wants to. ;)

Quote: “How about I show you true enlightenment?!”

Writing sample

Shiro stared at the wall of her room, she could feel herself slowly dying from boredom by sitting in her room. Standing up she stretched her arms to the celling, than in one smooth motion turned around and punched a hole through her wall. “Why?! Why?! Why?!” She repeated this several time each time striking the wall again. Panting slightly she looked at the damage to the wall smiling. Her parent burst the door open the faces full of concern.

“Shiro what’s the matter are you okay?!” Her mother said to her looking at the holes in the wall.

Shiro looked at her parents sweetly. “I just punched a hole in my wall the size of a dinner plate, and you ask me if I am okay? *sigh* No I am not okay. You know how much I detest being locked in my room” Shiro clenched her fist her knuckles bloody from the wall. “Is there any chance I will be able to leave any time soon? I am 18 I should have the right to dictate my own future not sit in this room and be controlled by you!”

Shiro’s mother sighed “Child we will continue to take this approach until you learn to control you emotions. However you have a point, we have here a letter addressed for you.” Shiro’s mother handed a letter to her it had already been opened.

Shiro screamed in fury. “What the- how dare you open a letter addressed to me! Do I get no privacy in this house?!” Shiro ripped the envelop off letting it drop to the floor as she looked over the content of the letter. Her anger suddenly disappeared a grin appearing on her face. “This. This. This is really good. I’m guessing you already decided to send me here?” Her parents nodded.

Shiro’s father now spoke “Yes we have had your bags packed and you will be leaving for tomorrow.” Shiro’s father was prepared for the onslaught of Shiro’s anger but it never came instead she just sat on her bed reading over the letter. “Is everything okay Shiro?” Shiro just nodded her parents looked at each other confused but accepted this lapse in silence and walked out.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Wow...talk about a gender imbalance. Not that there's anything wrong with a lot of good looking women, heh. How about I add some masculinity here. I'll have a CS up soonish.

Might make two characters, one female if its allowed.

[Nytefall]

yeah i finished this and was like...... crap

[Rune_Alchemist]

Heh, its fine. Shiro looks like a good character. Now I just need to get some ideas together for my guy.

[Nytefall]

yeah i wanted to go with an unstable character to put a bit of surprise and twist on her reaction to things in this rp.

[Rune_Alchemist]

I'm not entirely sure of the personality I want for my character yet. I'm giving him a Halberd as a weapon, but I'm debating on making him a goody two-shoes or a hot headed guy that likes to fight and drink too much. I do a lot of the latter though, so I may to the former just to mix things up a bit.

[Nytefall]

Hot head? That would clash with Shiro's imbalanced personality leading to some nice conversation. especially if he decided to hit on her. Not that i want that to happen just a suggestion to help with your choice. good two shoes can work as the GMs characters is a lazy guy who doesnt care

[RumikoOhara]

Grace is the type of girl who is never unhappy, who stands amid the shattered ruin of a disaster and smiles as she sees something she thinks is odd or funny

[Nytefall]

Shiro is the type of girl who caused the shattered ruin of a disaster that grace is smiling at :D Than looks at what she did and shrugs

[RumikoOhara]

LOL then Grace and she must be friends because Grace is followed by death and sorrow

[Nytefall]

[RumikoOhara]

Well I'm off to help commit a mutiny in another thread

[Azurian Dream]

I shall get to work on a cs this looks like a wonderful idea.

[Rune_Alchemist]

Name: Gabriel Fried
Age:18

Appearance

A bit like this, minus the goggles and the leather belt thing and the face tattoo.

Weapon

A simple Halberd made of hardend wood and steel. Its a basic weapon, and some might say hard to use, but he's decent with it. Its not meant to be fancy. It was built to hurt things. And its good at doing it. However, he has been trained in basic use of most other meele weapons.

Background: Gabriel was born in Germany to a large and wealthy family. Being the only son of the wealthiest of the families, the Fried family, a lot has been expected from him since the day he was born. From day one, it was train, train, train, and more training. Despite this, some would call, difficult regiment, he had it relatively easy growing up. He had anything he could possibly want, money was of no issue to the family.

When he got the letter saying he was being accepted into the academy, his parents were thrilled and set about making preparations right away, much to his behest. He didn't really want to attend this academy - being some special kid was something he never wanted. Apparently his father had attended the school when he was Gabriels age and made sure he couldn't refuse. After packing his things, he set off.

Personality: The only thing Gabriel takes seriously is Fighting, sleeping, fighting, hitting on women, fighting, and training. Oh, did I mention fighting? How about women? Those are his favorite things. He could care less about his academic grades or other things that don't involve physical activity. He'd rather do something more active, not being able to keep still for long. He's a bit on the antagonistic and confrontational side, he doesn't take well to others belittling or insulting him, especially other guys. When it comes to women, he'll hit on just about all of them.

despite his quick temperament, he has a strong sense of justice. If there's one thing he hates, its bullying and people who do bad things just because they can. He also likes collecting weapons, be they pole arms, lances, swords, or even a bow.

Quote:"Hello beautiful. Want to see my Lance?"

Sample

It was a cold clear evening, not a cloud in the sky was seen and a few stars began to show themselves as day gave way to night. It was all in all, peaceful, for most people either coming home for the day or those who were preparing dinner or tucking children into bed. The only sounds that could be heard was the nocturnal animals waking from their day time slumber, and the loud crack of wood being hit by wood which sent whatever animals that were near it, running away from the source. The source in question was coming from the large estate of the Fried family of Germany. Not many people still actively practiced weapons training with swords, knives, or close quarters weapons. Most people these days wanted a gun. Gabriel would be lying if he said having a gun wouldn't be fun, but it was tradition in his family that every child be trained in the martial arts, and how to handle a weapon of their choice after master the basics of Swordsmanship. In Gabriels' case, he chose the Halberd.

"Ow ow ow ow! Jesus old man, do you have to hit me so hard?! I think you broke my skull!" Gabriel said as he stumbled backwards, rubbing a brand new bruise on his head.

"Judging from the crack in the wood, I think your hard head did more damage here." His father said, somewhat smugly.

"What was that you pea-brained old man?!" Gabriel growled. "I'll show you how hard this head is!" He shouted as he stood up in attempted to headbutt his father. Unfortunately for him, that was an utterly predictable move and he dodged it easily with a side step, and tripping Gabriel in the process, sending him stumbling to the ground.

"Tsk Tsk tsk." His father said, twirling the wooden sword he was holding in his hand. "That temper of yours is going to be the death of you one of these days Gabe. Now get up and lets try this again." He said as Gabriel grabbed his dropped weapon. It was a wooden replica of a Halberd, weighted and balanced just like a real one. Getting hit by it hurt like hell even if it didn't have a blade. He found that out the hard way, multiple times.

"Remember. Relax. Be calm. The rest should come naturally." His father said as he readied his weapon. That was easier said than done for Gabriel. He wasn't known to be calm or relaxed. Often the opposite in most cases. Still, he wasn't going to go down without a fight here. He took a fighting stance with his weapon. It should be easy enough to disarm an opponent with a Halberd, but it was easier in theory than in practice. Despite the Halberds many strengths, it had many disadvantages as well. Now wasn't the time to think about those though. His only concern now was the man in front of him and not losing. His father took a step towards him, then another, and quickened his pace with each one. Gabriel prepared himself to counter his fathers attack.

"Sorry to interrupt sir," A voice from the other side of the room called. "But the Lady of the house would like me to inform you that dinner is ready."
"Oh thank god this is-" Gabriel was interrupted by a painful blow to his side that sent him almost flying into the wall. "OW! What the hell old man!" He shouted as he stood up.

"Oh? Did I say you could stop simply because food was ready?" His father said with a chuckle as he walked off. "Now we're through. Next time, don't be distracted by something so small. In a real fight, you would have been killed." Gabriel simply glared and cursed silently under his breath.

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A warm shower and a few more bruises later, Gabriel was seated in his parents dinner hall. Being part of an old, wealthy family had its perks, like money, and its downsides. This was probably a little of both. The food was of the highest quality and prepared by the best chef he knew. His mother. Usually dinner was a light affair for them, filled with his father poking fun at him and he proceeding to poke fun at his father while his mother tried to refrain from laughing at the both of them. Today however, something seemed a bit off.

"So....nice weather we're having, huh?" Gabriel commented to try and break the awkward silence. Seeing that it was unsuccessful, he frowned a bit. "Okay, what the hell's going on. Not going to tell me how bad I did in sparring practice today old man?"

"No, actually I'm not Gabriel." His father said with a somewhat heavy sigh. Uh oh. This sounded serious. Did he loose a quarter of a million dollars gambling or something again? Last time that happened his father almost had a heart attack. "A letter arrived for you today." He said as he passed the letter to his son.

"a letter huh?" He said and took it. He immediately recognized where it was from. Hell, it'd be almost impossible to recognize since his father talked about it constantly to him. "OH HELL NO." He said as he didn't even open the letter. "I am Not going to this preppy high class college! I'd have to actually do homework! Not to mention the women there are all totally prudes probably! I mean come on, I've been a good kid, I don't deserve this!"

"Sorry son, I and your mother have decided to already send you." And with that, Gabriels fate was sealed. He packed his things - His collection of swords, clothes, his other things, and set off for what he considered to be the end of his life.

Annnd done....wow that was longer than I thought it was.