VoidRuler wrote:I'd like to request two stories if that's fine. If not, you can just do the Reaper story. Both link to my Role Idea Workshop topic, as that's where I inventory my role ideas. I tried to make it as neat as possible for convenience.
Name: Reaper
Link:
https://www.blankmediagames.com/phpbb/v ... hp?t=30637Gender: Male
Summary: An evil demon who watches over the graveyard of the Town and guides the evil roles. Could incorporate that it used to be a Medium or something along the lines of that in the story.
Name: Blinder
Link:
https://www.blankmediagames.com/phpbb/v ... hp?t=30637Gender: Male
Summary: None. I'm not competely sure on what direction I want his story to go.
That's fine, I can do both.
Reaper -
In Salem, they say that God guides the innocent, leaving the sinners lost and confused. But that is not true, for the evildoers of Salem also have a patron. He is the Reaper, a maleficent demon who is the "guardian angel" of all of the criminals, murderers and psychopaths in the town. He was born on a special night, when the moon was full and bad omens hung in the air. A lonely soul scurried across the graveyard, clutching secret tomes beneath the folds ofhis robe. The man were headed for the graveyard, his cold sweat sticking to his skin. It was obvious the person was incredibly frightened, but also full of a weird kind of conviction. The man's steps were sure-footed, and his brow was knotted in a determined frown. He was headed for a particular grave. It had simple engravings of a deceased woman. The man traced his hand slowly across the name on the gravestone, tears pooling at the edge of his eyes. Shaking his head rapidly, the man set out his books in front of him. He knew the ritual would be more perilous than ever, but he also knew that magic, especially of the dark kind, would be augmented today. He had to try. Reading off of the acient text, the man began reciting the ritual. The grass around him swirled, his robe fluttered, some of the gravestones even became cracked, but he still carried on. A dark circle appeared on the ground in front of him, and though he was scared the man persevered. Finally, something emerged from the dark ring. But it wasn't the man's beloved, no. It was a vile, cowled creature with a giant scythe and terrible, boned hands. It turned its' faceless hood to the man. "Are you truly that desparate to see her again?" It asked in a raspy, chilling voice. The man gulped, nodding his head. "Very well. You shall see her now." With one fell swing, the Reaper cut the man down where he stood. After that, the creature turned its' thoughts to Salem. He knew that there were many sinners there, people with malicious intentions. He would be their shephard. Under his guidance, they would bring doom to the town.
Blinder -
"Smile!" The man wasn't even given a chance to react as a bright light flashed straight in his face, accompanied by the sound of a photograph picture being developed. Ruefully rubbing his eyes, the man looked around to see who had done this to him. However, there was noone. Meanwhile, the man with the camera grinned widely to himself, looking at the picture of the surprised and shocked man. Another score for his Wall of Fame. This man, otherwise known as the Blinder, was a photographer who cared less for capturing the perfect shot and more for eliciting the perfect, priceless reactions from his poor victims. He started off as a simple, modest man, taking pictures of people as he strolled the city square of Salem. However, one day the man that he photographed complained about the flash from his camera being too bright. As he walked off, muttering curses at the Blinder, the young man stood the laughing to himself. Somehow, the found the reaction incredibly funny. He decided to try again, but with an ever brighter flash. He got the same reaction as before, but with even more shouting and cursing! How fun was that? The Blinder soon became the bane of Salem, taking pictures of people and torturing their eyes with the intolerably bright flashes from his camera. He soon became a master at this, appearing out of nowhere, taking the shot, and disappearing before the victim could do anything. Unluckily for the Blinder, one day he decided to try his tricks on someone that noone wants to mess with. The Godfather. The first part worked brilliantly, the Blinder having taken the flashy (hah) shot of the Godfather and disappearing before he could react. However, what was not planned was running into his two mafiosos on the way out. Finding himself cornered, the Blinder begged for mercy. Through the searing pain in his eyeballs, the Godfather still realized that a man like that could be useful. Having become a compulsory member of the mafia, the Blinder takes photos under the command of the Godfather now, and although he is given free reign in his work, he knows that in the end he'll live and die serving the Family.
