Im almost done with my CS, right now it's pretty complex and may be convoluted lol. Trying to simplify, and starting on the bio, there will need to be some feedback most likely regarding the abilities. I will try and post it tonight, i'm excited to start this one. Sorry for taking so long, im doing my best to flow with the card itself, and death has many different angles lol.

Xzayler said
Why is no one postinf on the IC? Scarlet? Wanna continue so our characters meet? Just assume Kryon walked in and that you sensed him.

yup yup

I'm sorry but I kinda over did the first post by accident.
Ps. I posted.
Pps. I'm not the best at paragraphing.

Xzayler checks Heart of Tarot IC posts.
He sees a new post. "YAY"
Massive block of text divided by a straight line.
Xzayler goes to OOC.

Voltus_Ventus said
Pps. I'm not the best at paragraphing.

Yup

Lol. Cmmon its not that bad :)

I am ashamed at my bad skills. Shun me. :'(
Ps. The line is gone.

Why did you take it off!? :P
You write better than me Voltus, I just make it look fancy with all the italic and bold words.

Your writing is superb Xzayler, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Yeah! Fucking Xzayler has been telling me I write bad!
*Xzayler punches himself in the face!*

Thanks btw

No problem.
*punches Xzayler in the face as well*

What did I just read?

History.

Ps. Will there be a shift in time soon? Like to late noon or night?

Voltus, your character doesn't always have to be in the same time setting as ours, specially at the beginning. Just continue posting or something until our characters meet. Then we need to try stay in the same time-setting.
...If that's what you meant

Yup yup thank you.

Voltus! Lets meet chars now! :D
You don't have to listen to me, do as you like.

Name: Smirec
Age: 26 when he became Death.
Gender: Male
Tarot: Death

Abilities:
When he turns into a human and back into death through dying as another person he can transcend into, he loses part of his sanity as a cost. He knows this, and so he has never done it before. This is because he was only recently he was appointed as Death and given some very grimly vague guidelines as well as a few pointers. Once he chooses a body he cannot escape from it unless he/she at the time dies. If he were to do this a total of four times, he would become a shadow of the person which he once was and lose his mind entirely. As is the cost of his given power, and knowing this when he agreed to it. He loses his self control as he influences the world around him, his original body is also vulnerable in this state so he must be careful.

His secondary and no less influential abilities include knowing how to wield a scythe, but he does not often use it. He prefers to use his true form to appear as an apparition before people changing his appearance into an ungodly looking shadow that sends most folk running and screaming, that is if he needs to. He cannot use this ability in human form as his bond with their body is too strong.

His third ability, is the ability to expose people for who they really are, if they are any kind of imposter in the form of someone different a demon/spirit/shape-shifter, he can use his connection to the spirit world to unmask and see them for who they really are. (Can be used in any body)

Fourth ability -Psychic- People of his choosing would be able to perceive to communicate with him as if they were talking to them normally. However this is in their mind so no one else can hear Smirec via psychic connection, BUT, at the same time, they'll either react normally to him or do extreme things because of this sort of dream-state he can induce. He can also choose to have this person hallucinate and make them see things that aren't there. (Can be used in any body)

-Alternate-explanation to psychic ability-
The ability to talk and influence people without anyone else hearing/noticing him talking to them. As well as have that person believe that he's actually saying the words to them and/or everyone. He can get away with this easily even in a humans body, death has a rather silent presence.
Fifth ability, being asked a question of Smirec's choosing is essentially a truth serum. However this ability can only work once on a single person and requires eye contact. (Can be used in any body)

Appearance:

Black hair, dark eyes, wears a robe. He is bestowed with the power to transcend into a body for a period of time but when that body dies, he returns to himself. He can also appear at will seeming as an apparition, but he is truly just a human wearing a dark robe and carrying a scythe.
Personality: Withdrawn, calculating, manipulative, on the flip side, he cares about his friends emotional health and futures with what is left of his once singular human understanding of life. He knows that he is miserable, although many people don't see it, he has always hid his thoughts behind a mask of still expression when under the radar of others. But he has always wanted people he grows to care for to be happy and have a good life, he was never emotionless, although everyone seemed to view him that way, he thought. He was often a loner, he found most people irritating. He despises people who are too whimsical, or don't think about the consequences of their actions, lying, stealing. There were many things he thought the world could be better off without.. He has always been quick to move on from something emotionally, though; he feels the weight of his actions as much as he thinks about them before hand, and after. He always has trouble coping with people due to the thoughts crowding inside his head. Most of his peers just thought he was extremely weird. He has a hard time dealing with stressful situations, so he blacks out into his own mind becoming only the voice inside his head. People he had talked to would never understand the way that he see's things and them, and this world. Often times, he doesn't really feel like he's a person, and he doesn't feel like anybody really values him. So he is often not noticed by anybody, even when in plain sight. He spent a lot of his time evaluating people, watching as their lives go by, and always appreciated the small beauty and flickers of happiness in the world. Although, when he encountered somebody who was rough or tries to upset the balance of that happiness in an undesirable way, simply put; he couldn't help but wish that some people were just dead. As cold as he believes his heart his, he desires interaction with someone worthwhile, it had always helped him forget. But he has lost his hope of ever finding someone, maybe one day, some one else would know him. He wears his black robe to symbolize the emptiness of peoples actions to bring balance to their lives. He has always known, that hardly anyobdy ever knows whats good for them. People, make their decisions unaware and uncaring of who they may hurt, and who they may help, without ever thinking twice. He had seen it time and time again, people did not value the lives of others, and he wanted to change that.

Bio:
Smirec was born into a middle class family, he went to school every day, saw his friends, however; things didn't stay that way for too long. His mother and father were both killed in a mugging, and the shooter was never found. He found that out a few months after the accident, when he was finishing elementary school. A week after the incident, they called it; he was moved to a foster home. There he met all kinds of people, but no one payed him any mind. He found it was hard to make friends, even though he didn't even really want to. His life had already changed dramatically, and it seemed like it was always changing even more. He was always getting bounced around to different family's, no one really ever wanted him for very long. The family's always gave some reason like; "He's not happy enough, and he doesn't smile very much either." Or "This kid is creepy, and he barley ever talks." He was always sent back to the foster home, always. His soon to be best friend Garret, he met in the foster home. No one wanted him either, and so Garret was the only one he felt like could ever understand his feelings. They did everything together. From riding wheeling contraptions to drinking beer they made on the beach all the way until he was twenty five. Garret was a little older and always a wildcard. Smirec however, always evaluated his actions and had never been a risk seeker. Over time he began to grow a small distaste for the more reckless aspects of Garrets nature. He always got them into some kind of trouble. One day, well into their twenties, they found themselves in a bar way out of town on a cross country trip to celebrate Smirecs twenty sixth birthday. He was going to ask his girlfriend to marry him when they got back. Garret was sitting next to him at the bar, drinking and laughing, telling jokes and enjoying life. Smirec was relishing in laughter, when two gentlemen in suits walked in through the swinging doors.

"I think you boys are in our seats."

Garret, always being the hot headed one, was first to retort. He proceeded to tell the man who spoke to them, to metaphorically shove that remark up his ass. The man didn't seem to like that at all, or think it was funny. Then he saw Garret reaching into his bag, and pulled out a hand-crossbow. Everything in his vision went black for a moment..

When Smirec came too, he saw blood dripping down the walls and splattered over pictures around the bar. His hands felt sticky and wet, when he looked at them they were covered in blood. How.. He became mortified as he looked down, one of the men in suits was bleeding all the way to Smirec's shoes on the floor, deep red puddles. A nightmare laid right out at his feet, he was completely gutted, a horrifying expression carved into his face. There was a bloody knife laying next to him. Garret.. he looked to his left, slumped over on the counter with a crossbow bolt in his back. His eyes, were wide open looking at him. He had never been so afraid in his life.. He looked beside Garret, the other man who spoke to them was laying on his back on the floor next to him, a crossbow bolt between his eyes and the empty crossbow in his hand. That's when he noticed the bar tender, standing there, looking at him.

"What are you doing!? Stay away from me!"

"What?" Smirec said, he was confused and shocked. The old man seemed to be overcome with an immense amount of fear.

"Get out, just get out of here, please! Don't hurt me, please leave now!"

I don't remember what I did, this must be some kind of dream.

Smirec, not knowing what else to do.. he walked emotionless towards the door, and looked back at the room. What the hell happened.. and why am I still alive? He walked out of the bar, the searing sun caught him in the eye, and sew it's warm mark into his body. He began to walk down the road, back to town, to his home Damascus. As he journeyed through the countryside desert, leaving his horse-wagon behind, he was encountered by a man. He saw a dark silhouette in the distance as first, but then the man was almost right in front of him. He was dressed in all black, and the man had black long hair and a grey-black beard, and even darker eyes that seemed to shine white like snow in the night.

"You must be Smeric." he said.

"That work you did back there.. it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he said in an almost inhibiting tone. The man reached into his long trench coat, and offered to Smirec a dusty black book, there was no tittle to it, just leather. He took it from him, and saw that it was bookmarked. He pulled out the card marking the first page.. he recognized it immediately. It was a said to be a magic Tarot card, used for reading the future or the past. Garret once knew a gypsy girl who could use these, she saw this card in a reading that she'd given him when they were kids. He remembered it well, but when she laid it down on the table she looked uncomfortable. Remembering this now he soon came to realize that she'd completely ignored mentioning it in his reading. "Was it alright?" he asked himself. He held the card in front of him, this one was labeled "Death".

The man interrupted his thoughts, "This, my friend, is everything you need." he bursted out with laughter "You remind me of when I was your age." he said as he smiled grimly.
"You'll come to understand it all soon enough. Here are the rules, of being well, what you see there.. Enjoy."

Smirec looked at him with utter confusion.
The man began to walk towards him. As he cleared past him, Smirec turned around to ask the man something as he walked away. But he was nowhere to be found, it was as if he had just dispersed into thin air. Who? He looked off in the distance, a black steed floated into his vision from the direction where the man had disappeared. It was a horse he hadn't seen before, it was black, and had a solid white mane. It came up to him, and nestled against his chest. He was surprised, and he stroked it's head. He climbed onto it, and got comfortable. He kicked the horse into motion and, slowly began to ride back to Damascus. He read the black book along the way as they traveled there together. He opened it the the first page, it said, "Welcome new Death" Garret.. what is this..

Other: All done :) Will begin posting.

Questions about your character:
1. Is he an actual human, because he does not sound like it.
2. So his abilities are to possess people and kill them?

Otherwise his powers sound a little overpowered and there are no inhuman people allowed at the moment--maybe later. I could see him taking on the appearance of the Grim Reaper, otherwise I would like you to change it up a bit. His powers, from what I've read, really don't make sense except to kill that person. At the moment, the Tarot are a peaceful guild with relatively peaceful powers. This could change later, say he starts going kinda insane later on in the first arc, but right now they are a little much. Maybe something that better reflects death (something more mellow at the moment)? Maybe at first he can see peoples' death dates and can use necromancy to a certain extent?

He's still a human yes, he's just you know, the grim reaper, i suppose.
Yes, essentially his first power involves taking over someone's body, and the only way for him to leave that persons body is for them to die.
I thought that his abilities reflected the card pretty well, but i can see how they are pretty overpowered.. however there is a cost to them.
I'm aware that tarot is peaceful, and his first ability is pretty much meant to kill people, but also shares the side of manipulation through say, misinformation, and he is Death, kinda most of what he really does is end people lives in one way or another, but yes, it is currently overpowered. I could, replace his first ability with the Psychic ability i mentioned in the ability notes. Also, what are your thoughts on the truth serum ability, as well as the unmasking ability, you said everyone is pretty much human, and those abilities fit the card very well.

Alright, so long as it involves that first ability later in the story line, I think I'll accept it. The other two abilities are acceptable as well.

Ok, so his first ability will come into play later. I'm taking away his invisibility in his original form, that's just too powerful. I'm also lowering the cap of his possession ability from 7 for 4 for losing his mind, I'm adding in the Psychic communication ability, and the truth serum ability (serum ability only works once on a person). Keeping everything else the same way it was.

EDIT: Please read "EDIT" at the bottom of CS as well.