Panic. That was what it woke up to, the feeling overwhelming as wave after wave of magical energy washed over it. It jerked around in the air unsteadily for a few moments as it tried to get its bearings, before it finally reigned in its more primal and instinctive side. The feeling of panic had died down somewhat, not completely gone though, and replaced with a cold annoyance. Whatever had just happened had robbed it of its lair of many years, the Watchers would come swooping down soon enough. In fact, in all likelihood many of its kin would swarm here, in search of a feast.
It moved around the small cavern quickly, gliding through the air effortlessly. Organized as its home was, it took only a few moments to get things in order. Troves of valuables were disintegrated, vanishing completely and without a trace. More valuable and magical treasures were given the attention of an eyestalk, the air shimmering about them as they floated alongside it. With its lair cleaned out, it took one finally look around before it made its way towards the source of all its problems so far.
The anomaly had formed near the back of its lair, and as it drifted closer and closer, the sheer volume of magic in the air stunned it briefly. Its approach slowed, and numerous eyes observed the shimmering object cautiously. Despite the ambient magical energies, the main bulk seemed to be safely contained at the moment. It was actually quite pleasant to bathe in the energies surrounding the anomaly, it couldn’t recall the last time it had been exposed to such a large amount of magical energy; not for at least a decade now.
Nevertheless, reassured by the neutral nature of this magical energy, it was emboldened and neared the mass of energy. How to interact with this strange anomaly though… None of its abilities would do anything, save one, and hitting a mass of magical energy with Anti-Magic hardly seemed smart. Its options were limited, unfortunately, and if it didn’t leave soon enough it would be torn apart, quite literally, when the others arrived. Briefly it considered slipping away through one of the numerous escape routes it had carved in its lair through the years, but the thought of hiding away underground for years on end, barely getting by brought a surge of anger. No… if it could somehow master and contain this anomaly, surely it would be more than enough power to hold its ground. Though it did wish it had more time to study and observe the anomaly, it would have to make do with what it had.
It touched the anomaly with a single eyestalk, intending to only breach the containment to sap some energy, but the action was not without reaction. The moment it made contact, a strong tug pulled on its entire body. A fresh wave of panic hit it as it felt its body being stretched in every direction, yet at the same time being crushed. The sounds of its treasures clattering to the floor behind it didn’t even catch its attention, so focused on the excruciating sensations it felt. In a last ditch effort, it opened its central eye and hit the anomaly with a full wave of anti-magic. For a moment the sensations faded, but before it could feel relief, they returned, stronger than ever, and its mind and body were torn apart in a blinding flash.
It awoken to a myriad of strange sensations, but most annoyingly was the pounding headache. Yet, despite being most annoying, it was not what concerned it the most. No, the most concerning was the strange body it now had. It could feel the difference from what it had known all its life, the arms and legs felt odd… unnatural to it. It tried to open its eyes, but even the faintest light caused sharp pain and it scrunched its eyelids shut in a hiss. Its left eye throbbed painfully even when closed. Clutching at it with his hand, the feeling of its hand against its face was disturbingly odd, but no less than the fact that its face, left side at the least, seemed disfigured and marred.
Lost amidst these more pressing concerns were things such as; the smooth, yet cool wooden floor it laid out on, the slightly warm light that streamed in through a nearby window, the sound of a door clicking shut just behind it, and even the old, and slightly musty, smell to the air. Many sensations, too much for it to consider at once. Tired from the strange ordeal of being ripped from one world to another, all while being shoved into an entirely new body, the Beholderkin allowed sleep to overtake it and fell to its embrace.
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And maybe most people don't like getting a single line back in response to a few paragraphs? Like whatever floats your boat, but there's a reason Free exists.
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Hey now, he's becoming self-aware. Don't take that from him.
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If the man's is asking for a ban, might as well give it to him. Good riddance.
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Then you'd just be crying about why it's permanent instead.
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Oh no, oh no. Someone warn his "roommate" Smarty's about to lose it.
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Fuck yeah, Japerica!
Image/Appearance: Biologically, Araki should be around 10 years of age, give or take. Physically, his transformations have rendered him hard to compare with Crystalla, but if one did he would look like a young adult. As mentioned, due to numerous transformations, the most apt description of Araki would be a wolf-Crystalla hybrid.
Standing at a few inches taller than six feet, his body is well filled out with muscle. That, in combination with his large crystalline structure, makes him weigh in at around a staggering 250lb. There were once clear crystalline formations on his back, but they did not escape the changes that his body underwent. Now they look less like crystals and more akin to smooth glass, albeit smokey and dulled. Calling them structures is no longer accurate either, as their shape more resembles twisted and entwined tendrils now.
While Araki does retain some of his Crystalla characteristics; such as their thick, tough, dark skin and eyes that shine in the dark; his features are noticeably more wolven. Most telling would be the legs he walks on, angled and bent like those of a wolf. His nails are now elongated and much sharper and durable, claws that can function as weapons.
While Crystalla are normally hairless, Araki’s transformation has left him with long white hair, long enough to trail behind him if he runs. While it looks like hair, there are some strange properties to it. When Araki’s emotions flare, the entire length can become rigid, locking into place. It is also incredibly difficult to cut the hair, in either of its states.
His eyes are still green though.
Personality: Araki’s still a brat, although that’s largely been overshadowed by other aspects of his personality, and he has a lot of aspects. Blame it on the fact that he’s been forcibly aged to nearly twice his biological age… at a minimum.
In any case, Araki can be a myriad of things depending on the company he’s in. Probably has something to do with its the most company he’s got… ever. He can be quiet and withdrawn, almost shy, in situations that require a delicate touch. In not so fragile social environments he can become much more uninhibited, displaying a wider range of emotions, and letting loose some inner aggression if present company demands it.
If there is anything Araki can be counted on being though, it would probably be curious. Albeit sometimes he doesn’t know it. Like when he’s too caught up in something else.
Powers: Well he used to be able to make big booms and other cool stuff like that, earth dragons, ice spears, familiar armor, and what not. Then transformations happened and his magic got slapped with a support tag.
Now he’s limited to magic that either heals or increases the capacity of an individual, ie, buffs. More basic augmentations such as increasing physical capacity, ie, strength, endurance, agility and what not are simple enough. The more complex changes such as increasing one’s senses or augmenting the mind are still coming along though.
There’s also the fact that he’s what amounts to a massive individual who’s quite stronger than he looks. Throw in some of his magic and he’s not someone most people would want to face in a melee.
Brief History:So he was in Bakery Town where he killed a Rift Beast and then decided to eat some of it. After meeting up with a few others and getting into a fight, his recent meal d ecided that albeit being dead and consumed it still wanted to give him a, “Fuck you.” Talentium rips through his body, another creature almost kills him, but is killed before, and stuff happens.
Talentium is absorbed into his body a few months later, he’s invited to a Witch’s conference, he goes, more shit happens that ends up with him dying. He actually does die, but then some higher being decides to intervene and resurrects him, but decides he needs another transformation while she’s at it.
Transformation occurs, he fights, he loses, he retreats, he’s brought to Dansila. Shit happens, he gets accepted as a student, he spends most of his time at a training ground with check-ups from the Doctor, who’s researching him. And then he gets thrown into what’s effectively kindergarten or elementary school. Likely the latter. Still a nightmare.
Standing at a few inches taller than six feet, his body is well filled out with muscle. That, in combination with his large crystalline structure, makes him weigh in at around a staggering 250lb. There were once clear crystalline formations on his back, but they did not escape the changes that his body underwent. Now they look less like crystals and more akin to smooth glass, albeit smokey and dulled. Calling them structures is no longer accurate either, as their shape more resembles twisted and entwined tendrils now.
While Araki does retain some of his Crystalla characteristics; such as their thick, tough, dark skin and eyes that shine in the dark; his features are noticeably more wolven. Most telling would be the legs he walks on, angled and bent like those of a wolf. His nails are now elongated and much sharper and durable, claws that can function as weapons.
While Crystalla are normally hairless, Araki’s transformation has left him with long white hair, long enough to trail behind him if he runs. While it looks like hair, there are some strange properties to it. When Araki’s emotions flare, the entire length can become rigid, locking into place. It is also incredibly difficult to cut the hair, in either of its states.
His eyes are still green though.
Personality: Araki’s still a brat, although that’s largely been overshadowed by other aspects of his personality, and he has a lot of aspects. Blame it on the fact that he’s been forcibly aged to nearly twice his biological age… at a minimum.
In any case, Araki can be a myriad of things depending on the company he’s in. Probably has something to do with its the most company he’s got… ever. He can be quiet and withdrawn, almost shy, in situations that require a delicate touch. In not so fragile social environments he can become much more uninhibited, displaying a wider range of emotions, and letting loose some inner aggression if present company demands it.
If there is anything Araki can be counted on being though, it would probably be curious. Albeit sometimes he doesn’t know it. Like when he’s too caught up in something else.
Powers: Well he used to be able to make big booms and other cool stuff like that, earth dragons, ice spears, familiar armor, and what not. Then transformations happened and his magic got slapped with a support tag.
Now he’s limited to magic that either heals or increases the capacity of an individual, ie, buffs. More basic augmentations such as increasing physical capacity, ie, strength, endurance, agility and what not are simple enough. The more complex changes such as increasing one’s senses or augmenting the mind are still coming along though.
There’s also the fact that he’s what amounts to a massive individual who’s quite stronger than he looks. Throw in some of his magic and he’s not someone most people would want to face in a melee.
Brief History:So he was in Bakery Town where he killed a Rift Beast and then decided to eat some of it. After meeting up with a few others and getting into a fight, his recent meal d ecided that albeit being dead and consumed it still wanted to give him a, “Fuck you.” Talentium rips through his body, another creature almost kills him, but is killed before, and stuff happens.
Talentium is absorbed into his body a few months later, he’s invited to a Witch’s conference, he goes, more shit happens that ends up with him dying. He actually does die, but then some higher being decides to intervene and resurrects him, but decides he needs another transformation while she’s at it.
Transformation occurs, he fights, he loses, he retreats, he’s brought to Dansila. Shit happens, he gets accepted as a student, he spends most of his time at a training ground with check-ups from the Doctor, who’s researching him. And then he gets thrown into what’s effectively kindergarten or elementary school. Likely the latter. Still a nightmare.
It probably would have looked either comical or somewhat off to an observer, but under the scrutiny of his future “classmates”, Araki seemed to shrink in on himself. He noticed, rather lazily, as one of the children examined his claws how small they really were in comparison to him; it wouldn’t have been hard to wrap his hand around their head. The thought was brushed aside with a heavy sigh, one that only drew the attention from those not as easily excitable as their fellow classmates. Those few stood out to Araki just as much as the hybrid stood out to their peers, if not because of how few there were, then because of rational they seemed in his eyes. In Talze Utera, welcoming the unknown with open arms was rarely the smartest, if smart at that, of ideas. Then again, Araki had to constantly remind himself he wasn’t in the wild lands anymore.
One of the children who studied him looked like they had something to say, but whatever it was was drowned out by the collective “greeting” Gael had incited. The older man was gone by the time Araki’s ears had stopped ringing and he tried to soften his expression, aware of those around him. He also raised his hands up, placing them behind his head as he leaned back against the old, worn wall; had to be careful he didn’t gut one of the children by mistake.
The classroom was by no means quiet, but compared to the brief roar of dozens of voices, it was actually possible this time for Araki to hear the question that was voiced. “Why do you look so strange?” He couldn’t tell which of his classmates asked, it was hard when some of his classmates had taken to literally crawling on him, but then again it wasn’t all that important who asked. Was it?
Anywho, he shrugged dismissively, not too intent on giving an answer, and it was clear from his half-hearted reply. “Because I’m a monster,” he muttered lazily as he glanced at the few who stood aside from their peers, eyes of jade searching their features. Evidently some weren’t satisfied by such a lazy reply if their frowns or disapproving expressions were anything to go by. A sigh and a shake of the head, which earned a few cries of delight as his white “hair” flew about and he looked again. Nope, expectant expressions were still present and waiting. It didn’t look like the day would be passing by quickly anytime soon.
‘Where’s that golden-haired kid anyway…’ Araki wondered as he turned his gaze away for the moment to search for the boisterous and egotistic child.
Suffice to say, the day was a long one before Araki had finally been released by both Gael and the other children. While the majority grew bored, for the moment at the least, of their new classmate within the hour, others were unrelenting in their pursuit to get something out of him. Try as he might, or rather, his half-assed brush asides to their questions seemingly only spurred them on. They weren’t really annoyances, and even if he didn’t really want to answer their questions, it never got to the point where things were uncomfortable. If there was anything that could be described as mildly entertaining than it would have to be the golden-haired child’s interference. ‘Really though…’
He hadn’t been sure, and still wasn’t, where the self-proclaimed “king” had popped up from, but his arrival and presence seemed to dissuade the questions so for that Araki was happy at the least. That probably had something to do with how he had decreed that his vassal wasn’t to be bothered by such trivialities… or something along those lines; Araki hadn’t paid too close attention to the words being thrown about. Of course, the “golden king” wasn’t as benevolent as to leave Araki alone, and the hybrid had been forced to show off some parlor tricks to satisfy his “saviour” and entertain the class. While he did dearly miss the time where he could cause sparks and flames to dance at the snap of a finger, magical energy was not usually subtle and a small light show wasn’t much more than child’s play.
Shimmering bands of jade faded quickly when Araki noticed Gael had returned, albeit some of his audience made their disappointment known quite loudly. For the hybrid, it was a mixed blessing he supposed. On one hand, freedom at last, but on the other, he had to admit that it was relaxing to just let the magic flow mostly uncontrolled.
Somehow, in the midst of dealing with all the other children, Gael managed to spare some attention for Araki as well. Sure, he had to yell to be heard since he was outnumbered several dozens to one, but his voice was easy to catch. “You sure you don’t want me to get you a carriage? It’s not an issue.”
While he did appreciate the gesture, Araki nevertheless shook his head to decline the offer. “I’m better off on the roof tops,” he shouted back, grinning when the older man cracked a smile. At Gael’s thumbs up, he wasted no time in getting out of the school’s doors and making a beeline for a nearby building. It had been a long, strange day for Araki and the urge to just move and push himself, physically, was strong. He didn’t even bother with his magic, relying solely on what he was physically capable of.
Despite having been let go while the sun was still in the sky, if only barely, Araki didn’t return to the Seyour estate until the sky was illuminated by countless stars. His method of entry, just like his time, was a bit odd, but nevertheless condoned by Richard. The windows of his second-floor room were left unlatched and with the careful use of his claws it was possible to pry them open. He did exactly that and was greeted with the dying light of a candle, just a few minutes from burning out.
Araki only bothered to take a cursory glance around the room as he closed the window behind him, before he made his way over to the desk and snuffed out the flame. His eyes lingered on the bed for a moment, adjusting to the darkness, before he decided against it. The household was probably mostly asleep by now, and, unbathed, he could make due without the soft mattress for a night. Instead, he propped his back up against the wall underneath the window, facing his rooms entrance. It wasn’t as comfortable as the bed, but years of sleeping on rough rock weren’t so easily forgotten, so it wasn’t long before sleep overtook him.
One of the children who studied him looked like they had something to say, but whatever it was was drowned out by the collective “greeting” Gael had incited. The older man was gone by the time Araki’s ears had stopped ringing and he tried to soften his expression, aware of those around him. He also raised his hands up, placing them behind his head as he leaned back against the old, worn wall; had to be careful he didn’t gut one of the children by mistake.
The classroom was by no means quiet, but compared to the brief roar of dozens of voices, it was actually possible this time for Araki to hear the question that was voiced. “Why do you look so strange?” He couldn’t tell which of his classmates asked, it was hard when some of his classmates had taken to literally crawling on him, but then again it wasn’t all that important who asked. Was it?
Anywho, he shrugged dismissively, not too intent on giving an answer, and it was clear from his half-hearted reply. “Because I’m a monster,” he muttered lazily as he glanced at the few who stood aside from their peers, eyes of jade searching their features. Evidently some weren’t satisfied by such a lazy reply if their frowns or disapproving expressions were anything to go by. A sigh and a shake of the head, which earned a few cries of delight as his white “hair” flew about and he looked again. Nope, expectant expressions were still present and waiting. It didn’t look like the day would be passing by quickly anytime soon.
‘Where’s that golden-haired kid anyway…’ Araki wondered as he turned his gaze away for the moment to search for the boisterous and egotistic child.
Suffice to say, the day was a long one before Araki had finally been released by both Gael and the other children. While the majority grew bored, for the moment at the least, of their new classmate within the hour, others were unrelenting in their pursuit to get something out of him. Try as he might, or rather, his half-assed brush asides to their questions seemingly only spurred them on. They weren’t really annoyances, and even if he didn’t really want to answer their questions, it never got to the point where things were uncomfortable. If there was anything that could be described as mildly entertaining than it would have to be the golden-haired child’s interference. ‘Really though…’
He hadn’t been sure, and still wasn’t, where the self-proclaimed “king” had popped up from, but his arrival and presence seemed to dissuade the questions so for that Araki was happy at the least. That probably had something to do with how he had decreed that his vassal wasn’t to be bothered by such trivialities… or something along those lines; Araki hadn’t paid too close attention to the words being thrown about. Of course, the “golden king” wasn’t as benevolent as to leave Araki alone, and the hybrid had been forced to show off some parlor tricks to satisfy his “saviour” and entertain the class. While he did dearly miss the time where he could cause sparks and flames to dance at the snap of a finger, magical energy was not usually subtle and a small light show wasn’t much more than child’s play.
Shimmering bands of jade faded quickly when Araki noticed Gael had returned, albeit some of his audience made their disappointment known quite loudly. For the hybrid, it was a mixed blessing he supposed. On one hand, freedom at last, but on the other, he had to admit that it was relaxing to just let the magic flow mostly uncontrolled.
Somehow, in the midst of dealing with all the other children, Gael managed to spare some attention for Araki as well. Sure, he had to yell to be heard since he was outnumbered several dozens to one, but his voice was easy to catch. “You sure you don’t want me to get you a carriage? It’s not an issue.”
While he did appreciate the gesture, Araki nevertheless shook his head to decline the offer. “I’m better off on the roof tops,” he shouted back, grinning when the older man cracked a smile. At Gael’s thumbs up, he wasted no time in getting out of the school’s doors and making a beeline for a nearby building. It had been a long, strange day for Araki and the urge to just move and push himself, physically, was strong. He didn’t even bother with his magic, relying solely on what he was physically capable of.
Despite having been let go while the sun was still in the sky, if only barely, Araki didn’t return to the Seyour estate until the sky was illuminated by countless stars. His method of entry, just like his time, was a bit odd, but nevertheless condoned by Richard. The windows of his second-floor room were left unlatched and with the careful use of his claws it was possible to pry them open. He did exactly that and was greeted with the dying light of a candle, just a few minutes from burning out.
Araki only bothered to take a cursory glance around the room as he closed the window behind him, before he made his way over to the desk and snuffed out the flame. His eyes lingered on the bed for a moment, adjusting to the darkness, before he decided against it. The household was probably mostly asleep by now, and, unbathed, he could make due without the soft mattress for a night. Instead, he propped his back up against the wall underneath the window, facing his rooms entrance. It wasn’t as comfortable as the bed, but years of sleeping on rough rock weren’t so easily forgotten, so it wasn’t long before sleep overtook him.
Uh, wee. It's up, and pending changes.
Name: Dan Behr
Age: 27
Gender: Male (Though originally genderless)
Race: Beholderkin
Personality: Most noticeably, Dan has a sort of lethargic air around him at most times, although it does make him rather even-tempered. He doesn’t seem to have purpose, nor drive, but rather just goes with the flow, day by day. He can be an inquisitive individual when things catch his attention, but even this facet can’t withstand the laziness that underlies his being. In spite of this mood, Dan does perk up a bit noticeably when interacting with others, even if the lazy facade never really disappears.
Still, in spite of how lazy he may seem, Dan also possesses a cunning born from his inhuman nature. It isn’t true to say he hides behind a lazy facade because that laziness isn’t an act, but it’s simply one aspect of his personality that is expressed more.
History: The world Dan came from wasn’t a pretty one, and he can quite easily say it was a good thing he found the door rather than another one of his kin. His life prior to the discovery was one that involved mostly hiding, getting by, and avoiding the gaze of those vastly superior. It wasn’t horrible, in fact compared to the war torn world outside his lair, it was almost ideal. Still… it was terribly dreary.
His nature was unlike those of his kin, mellowed and peaceful in comparison to violent and hateful. Even without the constant war due to innumerable factions, he would have found no place amongst those similar yet vastly different to him. So, when a mystery presented itself in the form of a magical gateway, there was little for the Beholderkin to hesitate about.
Evidently the gateway did more than simply rip him from his world, not that he complained, but it also bent his essence and form. Whatever occurred couldn’t completely remold the Beholderkin, but it stole away some of “his” magic and changed his appearance.
Likes: Sleep. It’s an opportunity to let his inner bum out, and Dan is going to take all he can get.
Wandering about. His old world wasn’t one of many pretty sights, and of those that existed, the opportunities to see them were rare at best, and always dangerous.
Talking. Despite his phobia of physical contact, he’s much more open to conversation.
Dislikes: Bright lights. Sensitive eyes mean that lights that others can find bearable are physically painful or blinding to him. As such his rooms will usually be unlit, and he moves around from dusk to dawn if possible.
Messes. Inspite of his rather lackluster appearance, Dan is not one that will stand for uncleanliness. Even prior to this world his lair was well organized and sorted, and he seeks the same here.
Physical contact. While others might be uncomfortable with physical contact, Dan downright opposes and hates the sensation. It probably has something to do with the world he came from, but surprising him in this manner is a quick way to learn what a Beholder’s gaze holds, even if weakened.
Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t have one at the moment, so asexual.
Name: Dan Behr
Age: 27
Gender: Male (Though originally genderless)
Race: Beholderkin
Personality: Most noticeably, Dan has a sort of lethargic air around him at most times, although it does make him rather even-tempered. He doesn’t seem to have purpose, nor drive, but rather just goes with the flow, day by day. He can be an inquisitive individual when things catch his attention, but even this facet can’t withstand the laziness that underlies his being. In spite of this mood, Dan does perk up a bit noticeably when interacting with others, even if the lazy facade never really disappears.
Still, in spite of how lazy he may seem, Dan also possesses a cunning born from his inhuman nature. It isn’t true to say he hides behind a lazy facade because that laziness isn’t an act, but it’s simply one aspect of his personality that is expressed more.
History: The world Dan came from wasn’t a pretty one, and he can quite easily say it was a good thing he found the door rather than another one of his kin. His life prior to the discovery was one that involved mostly hiding, getting by, and avoiding the gaze of those vastly superior. It wasn’t horrible, in fact compared to the war torn world outside his lair, it was almost ideal. Still… it was terribly dreary.
His nature was unlike those of his kin, mellowed and peaceful in comparison to violent and hateful. Even without the constant war due to innumerable factions, he would have found no place amongst those similar yet vastly different to him. So, when a mystery presented itself in the form of a magical gateway, there was little for the Beholderkin to hesitate about.
Evidently the gateway did more than simply rip him from his world, not that he complained, but it also bent his essence and form. Whatever occurred couldn’t completely remold the Beholderkin, but it stole away some of “his” magic and changed his appearance.
Likes: Sleep. It’s an opportunity to let his inner bum out, and Dan is going to take all he can get.
Wandering about. His old world wasn’t one of many pretty sights, and of those that existed, the opportunities to see them were rare at best, and always dangerous.
Talking. Despite his phobia of physical contact, he’s much more open to conversation.
Dislikes: Bright lights. Sensitive eyes mean that lights that others can find bearable are physically painful or blinding to him. As such his rooms will usually be unlit, and he moves around from dusk to dawn if possible.
Messes. Inspite of his rather lackluster appearance, Dan is not one that will stand for uncleanliness. Even prior to this world his lair was well organized and sorted, and he seeks the same here.
Physical contact. While others might be uncomfortable with physical contact, Dan downright opposes and hates the sensation. It probably has something to do with the world he came from, but surprising him in this manner is a quick way to learn what a Beholder’s gaze holds, even if weakened.
Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t have one at the moment, so asexual.
Well, I do think the Gamer is an awesome manhwa, so sure, why not.
Heya, just curious if the RP is still accepting, and if it is would something like a Demi-Reaper be acceptable? Essentially he would be a descendant of a Grim Reaper whose bloodline has been diluted enough that instead of a L rank like the original, he's more along the lines of a T-Rank or A-Rank.
Hawawa. I'll jump on board if the ship still has room.
I am going to be making a male character. Just dropping that by, but he probably won't be up for two more days. Have some school to deal with tomorrow.
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