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.:Introduction -- 1:.The Hellhounds paced around her heels anxiously.
“Patience. We will leave momentarily.” She paused. “Go on ahead. Get the far reaching countries. I’ll see to Burgess.” They yipped softly before vanishing into smoke, their master leaving shortly after.
“No! Get away from us!” A girl shouted as Death arrived. For a fleeting moment she thought the girl was speaking to her, but when she turned it was apparent she wasn’t.
The man had a crazed look in his eyes. He was delirious, most likely even under the influence of a hallucinogen. Death glanced around, waiting for the inevitable, she was surprised however as the one who had shouted before shoved her friend out of harm’s way and was promptly stabbed through the chest. Repeatedly.
Death watched, emotionless, as the rest of the girls fled. She couldn’t blame them, they were terrified. She turned back to the girl, she was dying; she finally saw Death.
“Who are you?” She r
.:RotG OC -- Fate:.Name: Fate (goes by ‘Destiny’ when communicating/mingling with Mortals)
Age: Unknown (Appears 13-15)
Occupation (or whatever it's supposed to be): She pushes people into situations she’s pre-determined for them.
Guardian of: N/A
Powers: She’s psychic, she sees everyone’s future, knows the way they’re going to die and how they will affect the world around them. She can get more specific if given a name.
Personality: She’s pretty laid back usually, but when it comes to her job she’s very serious about it.
Appearance: She has brown hair and light brown eyes. Her hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail, but sometimes she’ll get it cut. She wears sneakers and can always be found wearing shorts with a purple hoodie.
History: When she was created she didn’t want to do her job so she ran away. Manny immediately tried to talk to her and she got close to h
.:RotG OC -- Time:.Name: Time
Age: Unknown (Appearance changes throughout the year)
Occupation (or whatever it's supposed to be): Making sure the flow of time isn’t disrupted.
Guardian of: N/A
Powers: She controls time. She can make it reverse or fast-forward, but she rarely does it.
Personality: She’s very strict. Time flows in one direction, both literally and metaphorically, break any time laws around her and she’ll be very upset.
Appearance: She wears a bronze color usually. Every year she appears to be a small child and as the year progresses she ages. When December 31st arrives she appears as an old woman. Normally she has blonde hair that’s shoulder length and her hair is always pulled back into a bun, no matter her age and her eyes are a bright green.
History: She spent a few years with Life, as friends at first; when he began creating things they worked together and created Death. When th
.:RotG OC -- Life:.Name: Life
Age: Unknown (Appears 30-ish)
Occupation (or whatever it's supposed to be): Creates life (obvsly.) and reincarnates the souls Death brings him.
Guardian of: Creation
Powers: Reincarnating souls.
Personality: He’s withdrawn, quiet and elusive. He rarely leaves his thicket that he lives in.
Appearance: Always wears white, has short brown hair and appears younger so that he personifies Life properly; he has blue eyes.
History: He has been around for a long time, but not nearly long as Time herself. He met her and he showed her his powers. Together they created creatures; shortly after that they made Death to keep the population from getting out of control. When they made Humans finally, they also made Fate, to guide the Humans.
-He likes to create new animals; that’s his favorite pastime and was his favorite part of creation.
-He is literally never seen by Mortals; they specula
.:RotG OC -- Death:.Name: Death
Occupation (or whatever it's supposed to be): Reaps the souls of the dead.
Guardian of: N/A
Powers: She can travel through smoke to get wherever she needs to go, and she can turn certain souls into Hellhounds.
Personality: Cold, emotionless. She literally feels nothing. She’s made herself numb to everything she deals with. She isn’t evil. She’s just doing her job. Around people she’s comfortable with she is much more laid back; though rarely will she smile.
Appearance: She changes clothes throughout the ages to match the clothing norm. Nowadays she wears black; a black hoodie and black jeans (not skinny), with black boots. She carries her scythe over her shoulder at all times, prepared for any death that may suddenly take place. Her skin is pale and she has white hair (shoulder length), with white eyes. She looks blind, but she can still see.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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