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Samson Travis

What do you kids say? Do we have a deal? Let's take some souls.

▾ Name: 
Samson Travis

▾ Age: 
Eighty Three

▾ Gender: 
Male

▾ Sexuality: 
Heterosexual

▾ Relationship Status: 
Widowed

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: 
No piercings or tattoos. Scar on abdomen from a hernia surgery.

▾ Generous ▾ Stubborn ▾ Timely ▾ Insensitive ▾

▾ Skills: 
Organized
People Person
Born Salesman
Completionist

▾ Hometown: 
Brooklyn, New York

▾ Living Biography: 
Samson and Helen had a love that was strong, steady, and true. The two were young high school sweethearts, and had to be married just as soon as Samson found the money to slip a ring on Helen's finger. Together they found the home that soon became Rising Sun. It was in a disheveled state when they first bought it but together with lots of elbow grease and patience the two made it shine. Year after year they had many students, numbers in the 50's the two worked as a team to make the youth of the time into upstanding citizens.

Raising everyone's children brought thoughts of having their own children. Time after time they tried but they did not conceive. Thinking that they might have something wrong, they took to a specialist. Both were healthy and young enough to have a child, the problem was all in their head. Trying once more, Helen finally became pregnant with her one and only son; Jack. Jack had been a tough pregnancy on Helen, she constantly felt ill, and was rushed to the hospital early with a premature child. As they raised the child up to show both the parents; the face that they saw caused them both to gasp in horror. 

Their child was dead. 

Tensions in the marriage became high. During this time Rising Sun classes dwindled down to small numbers of less than 20 children to a year. The drop in attendance caused money to be tight, but Helen fought for the school, she wanted to give a life to children that she could not give her own. 

Helen's death was hard on Samson. Emotionally and physically he became weak, and his age was not helping him. Classes became smaller and smaller, and he knew that he would have to retire soon. Not wanting to leave the home he helped build from the ground up, he refused to go to a nursing home and brought in a caretaker. Though a bit snippy with one another sometime he cares for the boy and enjoys his company in the lonely over sized house. 

Eventually death was in Samson's future, on his death bed he was given a deal. A deal with the grim reaper. The reaper told him that he was to be in charge of souls that just didn't make it over to the other side yet, and he would have to take the job of taking souls to the other side. At first this job was very daunting, it caused many morals to be broken and boundaries to be pushed. 

However, after a few years Samson had a group of souls underneath him doing the job for him. He quickly was know as the Soul Taker. Fitting for his initials that he signed off every paper on. People would come to the old school house looking for the man, to kill off unwanted people or help save a suffering soul. Each case would be accepted, so that Samson could live on and keep the house him and his beloved once had.

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Holly Nicola Bayer

"Here lies Holly Nicola Bayer. Mother of two and friend to all. She will be dearly missed. 

▾ Name: 
Holly Nicola Bayer

▾ Age: 
26

▾ Gender: 
Female

▾ Sexuality: 
Bisexual

▾ Relationship Status: 
Single

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: 
Her ears are pierced, but that's pretty much it for piercings. However, she does have a couple tattoos. She has one on her right arm. She also has two tattoos on her legs.

▾ Bubbly ▾ Crybaby ▾ Compassionate ▾ Manipulative ▾

▾ Skills: 
Manipulation
Holly is capable of manipulating people's emotions using her wit and charm.
Firearms
Due to numerous hunting trips when she was a girl, Holly is able to safely handle and shoot a gun.
Children
Holly has what you'd call the 'mother's touch'. She is good with children, probably because she had two young children and was teacher to a class of first-graders.
Leadership
Holly has some leadership skills, due to leading a troop of Girl Scouts.

▾ Hometown: 
Fort Smith, Arkansas

▾ Cause of Death: 
After a day of teaching a group of first-graders, Holly just wanted to get home. It was a winter night, and she was driving home in her red Honda Pilot. Her two twin girls were in the back, working on their math homework and eating their Wendy's meals. Holly had had to stay late for a teacher's meeting, so they all had to get Wendy's instead of the usual homemade meal. 

Suddenly, a car with bright headlights came barreling down the freeway, coming straight for their car. Not given enough time to react, Holly watched in terror as the other car hit the side of her car, ramming the Pilot onto the slippery ice. The twins were screaming and crying in the back as the car slipped across the ice. The car ended up going into the ditch, breaking the driver's seat window and flinging Holly out the windshield. Fortunately, the two girls were safe and sound in the car, though unconscious and having a few broken bones.

Holly, however, died immediately on impact. The throw out of the car combined with the hard impact of the other car damaged her brain, resulting in her death.

▾ Years Reborn: 
Four years.

▾ Living Biography: 
Holly was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas to a loving mother and father. They were both extremely creative- her mother a painter and her father an architectural designer. Of course, her house was a constant mess- paint covered every inch of the walls, and popsicle stick models were everywhere. Due to a constant exposure to art, Holly picked up a love of sculpting when she was eight. Pretty soon, her ceramics became a fixture in the house as well- in two years, all of their dishware (except for the silverware and knives) were created by Holly. She made vases for flowers too. All of her sculptures were painted in a fun pattern. 

Holly was homeschooled- a courtesy of having a mother and a father who worked from home. Holly's education was unorganized and messy at best. Times reserved for 'school' were often spent on other activities, such as sculpting or hunting with her father. But Holly learned all the things she needed to. 

When Holly was 17, her father abruptly died of a heart attack. Her mother followed soon after, dying of a stroke when Holly was 18. Left alone in the world, pursued a degree in education. 

When Holly was 18, the same year when her mother died, she became pregnant with two twin girls. The father was a man who had dated her, got her pregnant, and left. Yeah, he was a real player. When she gave birth to the girls, she named them Lucia and Eloria. She was a real sucker for unique baby names, and she kept up the Christmas theme in her family that started with her mother Noelle. 

Holly managed to graduate from college when she was 22 with a degree in education. She got a job at a local elementary school as a teacher to some first-graders. Even though she had a real job, Holly kept up with her sculpting and became somewhat of a local sensation.

▾ Postmortem Biography: 
When Holly died, she had expected to go to heaven. Dwell with God as her parents had told her she would. But instead, she became a ghost, watching life in Fort Smith continue on without her. She watched her own funeral, not able to comfort her now-motherless two girls. After her death, she became bitter and sad, her cheery nature almost nonexistent.

But four years is a long time to be dead. She eventually regained her old personality, with a couple modifications. She had just come to accept the fact that she was dead when a stranger came to her with an offer that she couldn't reject.

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Ayren Eilís Mullhall

She had brightened the lives of those around her

▾ Name: 
Ayrie, Little Warrior, Survivor

▾ Age: 
20

▾ Gender: 
Female (she/her)

▾ Sexuality: 
Pansexual

▾ Relationship Status: 
Single and ready to mingle

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: 
A long scar in the center on her chest from the many heart surgeries she's had.

▾ Enthusiastic ▾ Naïve ▾ Creative ▾ Scatter-brained ▾

▾ Skills: 
Persuasion
Aided with her childlike innocence, an air of honesty, not to mention a cute face that's hard to say no to.
Courage
Be it wanting to live life to the fullest, or stupidity, she's up for anything.
Patience
Having laid around in bed doing nothing fun all her life makes one very enduring to long periods of waiting.
Improvise
Despite being spacey, Ayren can act quickly and think of a solution quickly if time calls for it.

▾ Hometown: 
Ballymacarbry, Ireland

▾ Cause of Death: 
She died of a broken heart.

Literally of course, and not like a hopeless romantic, more like being born with a deformed heart. Slow and painful, which is best how to describe her suffering in life, not that she'd admit to it, the constant smile on her face would have told you otherwise. She believed her existence was selfish, forcing her mother to pay bill after bill, Ayren unable to work due to her fragility and ability to get sick at a drop of a hat. It was because of this guilt that despite everyone's efforts, she tried to help out as much she could, be it cleaning up the house she was imprisoned in, cooking or just listening to your troubles.

Of course then came the one day she didn't wake up, her heart had simply given out after years of straining. As boring and unheroic much to her disappoint it was, her death definitely surprised her mother when she found her daughter's lifeless body, something's she's tried to prepare for all of Ayren's life. Sort of like a fire drill, but instead of a fire consuming her home, it was the fire of her child's life that had been extinguished.

▾ Years Reborn: 
Two

▾ Living Biography: 
Born in a small village literally none had heard of in the middle of nowhere in Ireland, it suited the empty shell of a person Ayren would grow up to be, existing but never to be heard of. She was apparently the luckier of the twins that were born, her brother never making it, but she somehow had. Her father was just a mistake of a drunkard who was more than likely dead in a ditch by the time she came into the world. Not that he mattered much anyway. What did matter, though, would be the trials and tribulations Ayren put her mother through just by being alive.

It was obvious that she was not a healthy child to start with, being born too soon didn't help. What did help was moving to the states where opportunities were, but with the cost of the family farm, that had been in the family for decades as well any other possession previously held dear, sold. Now with easier access to doctors and other medical needs, Ayren was able to show vital signs of living, but not exactly live.

Ayren was constantly fussed over; a cool draft could become the flu, and the flu could be the end. With a weak heart and weak immune system, she was home schooled and made very little interaction aside from her doctors and mother. She never really felt annoyed by the attention, more so felt guilty for being the cause of so much stress. As a result, she always tried to make those around her happy. Usually in charming ways, be it compliments, singing, jokes, to more harmful like lying about not feeling well to playing like she's getting better, which of course leads to collapsing and causing more worry. Let's just say life wasn't good for Ayren, who tried to milk as much joy out of her dried out boring life as she could.

Until the very end, she tried to make life about others. Remembering the one nurse who drew her blood's favorite flowers, and making them out of origami (which she learned from another nurse who she complimented), saying happy birthday to one doctor, or asking how the grandchild of a regular patient did at his play. Ayren wanted anyone and everyone to feel the happiness she'd never be able to have, but despite her lack of self-worth, she touched those around her without knowing it.

▾ Postmortem Biography: 
Ironically in death, she's filled in the husk of a person she could have been, being able to do the things she never was able to whilst constantly bedridden. She has become more keen to explore the world and all its secrets and wonders. Ayren feels lighter than air now that she had shed her constant fear of dying at a moment's notice. It's now her time to shine, despite not really existing anymore, and she's ready to experience what it means to live at any cost.

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Andre Carter

Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom.

▾ Name:
Dre "The Hurricane" Carter

▾ Age:
21

▾ Gender:
Male

▾ Sexuality:
Straight

▾ Relationship Status:
Single

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
N/A

▾ Disciplined ▾ Calculating ▾ Adaptable ▾ Willful ▾

▾ Skills:
Expert Boxer
Capable of recognizing, analyzing and combating threats.
Highly Perceptive
Notices details most would miss.
Jogger
Possesses stamina in great abundance. Tires very slowly.
Hidden Rage
In times of great frustration, falls into a trance-like rage. Amplifying physical capabilities at cost of mental function.

▾ Hometown:
Acadia Bay, ME

▾ Cause of Death
He was hailed as the king. Unforgettable. Undeniable. Undefeated. Until that one final hit. 

Champion of his College's Light-heavyweight division. Andre was recognized as one of the most promising prospects the sport had seen in years. A feat he had painstakingly earned over the years. Not just as a fighter, but as a student as well. Maintaining a steady 4.5 GPA in spite of his dedication to his training. But alas, it proved to be his own over-confidence that ultimately saw him to the grave. Having been challenged by the champion of a scouting camp, whom sought to humiliate and belittle him before his peers. Andre sought to return the favor by granting him public shame. Thus, requested to fight him in front of the entirety of the school. 

A decision which, for most of the match had bore fruit. As he dominated the Olympic fighter ever more with each passing round. In truth, he had only to wait for the bell, and his victory would've been secured. Yet, it was his pride that beckoned him to act. Seeking humiliate his opponent, instead of continuing to press, he stopped as to boast and taunt. Leaving himself exposed as he feigned affection towards an enamored fan. It was then that he was stuck. Brought to his knees with a single and thunderous crack. One blow from his opponent's fist having shattered his skull - pushing several freshly freed shards of bone deep into his brain's meaty shell. Andre was dead before his head even fell.

▾ Years Reborn:
2

▾ Living Biography: 
Raised as an orphan, the bastard of some unnamed addict whore, Andre was always looked down upon in his early youth. Bullied and belittled by adult and children alike, it wasn't long before anger found his heart. An anger that he would hold onto until his high-school freshman year. Having taken to training his mind in order to academically prove his worth, he had become a regular target for the violent acts of bullies. Simply allowing them to subject him to a myriad of torturous displays in his self doubt. Enduring everything from muggings to golden showers, much to his shame.

It was only when those same bullies threatened vandalize his orphanage, his only safe haven, that the boy at last snapped. Discovering a strength none knew he had. After hospitalizing his three assailants, he was court ordered to take up a sport. Thus picked one in which he could release his anger without detriment. Boxing. But as the years went on, and he learned to control his strength, he eventually found himself within a world he had never knew. One were people noticed him, where others respected him, and where he at last could feel safe. But in his vanity, comfort became hubris. Thus, the boy who just wanted to belong, became the boy who wanted to be king.

▾ Postmortem Biography: 
One could say death changed Andre. Both humbling and awakening him. While he no longer walked the earth with an air of invincibility about him, reverting back to the stoic and anti social nature of his youth. He also came so truly respect the power of companionship. Regretting that he had never truly experienced it. Thus, following his acceptance of the deal, he has come to struggle with defining who he really is. Having come to terms with the realization that he had only ever been what he assumed others had wanted.

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Danielle Coventry

”Here lies Danielle Coventry, a good friend and a reckless bitch,”

☽⬤☾ Name:
Dazza, Danny, and Lollipop

☽⬤☾ Age:
19

☽⬤☾ Gender:
Female

☽⬤☾ Sexuality:
Straight

☽⬤☾ Relationship Status:
Currently single

☽⬤☾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars:
Single nose ring and small holes from now removed earrings

☽⬤☾ Persistent ☽⬤☾ Bossy ☽⬤☾ Powerful ☽⬤☾ Shut-in ☽⬤☾

☽⬤☾ Skills:
Botany
Able to identify a plant, know its effects, and what it can be used for
Free-runner
Capable of some parkour due to youthful nature.
Wild
In times of great stress or importance, Danielle gains a small boost in physical and mental capabilities
Adept Learner
Able to pick up skills quickly

☽⬤☾ Hometown:
San Jose, CA

☽⬤☾ Cause of Death:
When someone says they died of poison, images of assassinations, foul play, and dramatic murder come to mind. No one expects that you died because from your own stupidity. 

Danielle was always a smart-ish girl, a B/C student all her life, capable of handling herself. But sometimes she does overlook some things, for example, forgetting to look up what minerals and gemstones are poisonous to humans and that kill once ingested. So after dipping what she assumed was a harmless mix of azurite and cinnabar (among other things) into her morning drink turned to disaster once she began vomiting all over the coffee table. She would’ve survived had she had the brains and the calm to call emergency services, but as feverish as she was at the moment, all she could do was pass out and die slowly while stewing in her own filth.

The poison circulated through her quickly and took her swiftly, her body wasn’t discovered until a week later when neighbours complained about a foul order.

☽⬤☾ Years Reborn:
1 year

☽⬤☾ Living Biography:
Danielle’s life was as simple as they get. Simple girl with simple needs in a simple school with simple friends. Her life wasn’t something you could make a documentary out of. She went through life with an apathetic demeanor and tight lips, going with the flow with little to no ambition. However, she was very sensitive and artistic, her cold and uncaring outwards appearance was just a facade to hide the person within her that just wanted to sip coffee and sigh about art. And so she just waded through life, taking the classes she needed to take, talking to the people she had to talk to, all with the goal of getting into college in order to get an office job she’ll hate even though she wanted to write instead. 

However, this “eh, whatever attitude started to get to her. She felt as if she was losing control over her life and that nothing really mattered, she wanted something to make her feel as if she was in charge again and that’s how she picked up the craft that eventually lead to her death. 

Danielle was never really a superstitious or religious person, and she still wasn’t one after picking up the craft, she burnt basil and made good luck jars in the same way someone would tell an actor to break a leg or throw salt over their shoulder. And she did mostly do it for the aesthetic. She kept her practice secret, fearing ridicule or ostracisation, and just did her thing. This would’ve been fine had she not have accidently thrown poisonous materials into her spiritual works and now look at her, she’s dead. Sorta.

☽⬤☾ Postmortem Biography:
Danielle’s “rebirth” was a very special moment for her. 

At first she thought that the major religions were right and that she was going to be sent to hell for mixing lavender and tulips, but after a few moments of not burning in an eternal fire, she assumed she was either in purgatory or a ghost, maybe both. 

But the transformation from reckless teen to casper did have a toll on her. She grew bitter and regretful, thinking about all the opportunities she has to miss on now, all the times she didn’t tell her parents she loved them, all that sap had cocooned her into her old apathetic and ever so slightly depressed self again. What was there to live for now? Was being able to watch any movie for free now worth the total isolation? Was the fear of passing into the unknown greater? 

All these muddled up thoughts that accumulated into an ever buzzing question of “what now?” Until of course a strange person offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse...

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Cameron J. Morgan

Here lies Cameron Morgan. A brother and a fiancee. God will meet him at Havens gates. 

▾ Name: Cameron J. Morgan 

▾ Age: 21

▾ Gender: Male

▾ Sexuality: Straight

▾ Relationship Status: Single

▾ Piercings, Tattoos, Scars: Just a few bruises and cuts from working out on the farm but not much.

▾ Stubborn ▾ Distracted ▾ Book smart ▾ Religious
▾

▾ Skills: 

Handyman: Cameron's father showed him how to make many things out of wood or metals. Sometimes he would help by repairing the house and making fake swords For his sister. He is also pretty good with making carvings or other little nick naks. For Cameron's wedding, he was going to make a house so he and his wife could live in it.

Book smart: When ever be was little he always loved to read even if his family said it was a waste of time. He loved to read medical books and books about animals or just anything that has words. Sometimes he would end up skipping out on work to get stuck in a book all day.

Survival: Sense he is Amish he has learned to live in the woods ever since he was a boy. With this skill, he can live off the land without electricity or running water which gives him the advantage. He can also hunt but dislikes killing animals, but he will if he must.

▾ Hometown: Red Wood, Nebraska

▾ Cause of Death: Swine Flu (look it up)
Cameron had a rather good life. He lived on his family's farm watching his six-year-old sister Emily grow up, and a finance named May. His life was dull yes, but at least he had one. 

Since he was the oldest sibling, he worked in the stables and worked the tractor. Every day when he he would begin work at about five with a candle in hand and a smile on his face as he was eager for work to be over. He would first begin with cleaning the pig pen with saying hi to the piglets. But what he didn't know was that each touch to their pink skin, he was picking up the deadly swine flew.

He has been working with the pigs for a long time but they seemed to just have gotten the swine flu. Cameron soon started to have a little bit of a struggle working.

He started having coughing fits and spitting up blood which made him vomit till he blacked out. This had gone on for about a month with his parents taking him to a retired family nurse every Sunday after church. The nurse would just send him home with an unsure smile on her face and some herbs to 'cure' him.

 His parents were worried still and told him to cut down on the work thinking that He was working to hard. It was weird for him to stop work, but he did it for his parents. 

One day his parents where invited to a dinner at a friend's house so Cameron was to take care of his sister Emily. Cameron agreed and When they left he decided to make some dinner for the two of them. After dinner Cameron felt a little more congested and sour, which made Cameron have a bit of a hard time breathing. 

He decided to get his sister to bed so he could get some tea. He cared her to her room and gently say her down on the bed. She snuggled into her pink quilt their mother gave her. Emily held her hands together and closed her eyes waiting for Cameron to say the prayer. He smiled a bit and began saying the prayer, but stops. A worm liquid is felt in the back of his throat and when he takes a breath he starts to gag. He flys out of his writing position and falls over due to trying to the action.

Emily opened her eyes to see what had stalled her brother from saying amen and giggles slightly thinking her brother was playing a game. Watery breaths were being taken in as Cameron tried to breathe but then he began to choke. Little Emily looked to the side of her bed to see Cameron clutching his throat as blood spilled out of his eyes. Emily screams and starts to cry as she witnesses her brother fighting to take in the air as his blood tries to take his life. He began to turn blue and tired with the effort of staying alive.

 This goes on for about a small amount of time before his body begins to shut down fast. Cameron looks to his sister and reached as if she could save him and he managed to get the words from his lips. 

"I love you."

 His words were more of a slur as his blood finally takes over his lounges and spilled from his lips as he stopped moving once and for all. 

Emily continues to wail as she slides down from her bed with no idea what had happened to her brother. She pokes him in the arm with a shaky hand and says with tears blocking her vision.

 "Big brother wake up! You need to wake up!"

 But for what she didn't know when Cameron had begun to decide to Heaven he turned back and stayed by his body as his sister cried for him. He cried with her.

▾ Years Reborn: three years in a half

[color=0072bc][/color]▾[/color] Living Biography: 
Cameron Morgan was born to an Amish family in Red Wood, Nebraska. His mother Violet Morgan soon had Cameron's sister Emily when Cameron was 8 years old. Cameron was a very good brother from the start. Cameron would play with her all the time but he would find other things to do as well. He would do extra work around the house including hunting, gardening, cleaning up, and laundry. He even found ways to get Emily to help even if he had to threaten her desert being taken away.

His father Jay taught him how to use his brain instead of his strength which earned him well. But it didn't keep him out of trouble. Since his family was rather poor he would go to town and pickpocket to earn some money or anything else he could find. He was rather good at this but he failed when he meet May. He reached for her pocket, but ended in her slapped him so hard it left a bruise in a form of a hand. 

May meets Cameron again but this time he apologized and explained why he did it. May was still mad but she soon took his apology. This soon sparked a friendship but then turned into love. When Cameron was 19 he proposed which was the happiest day of his life. There wedding was supposed to be in the first month of spring but that was when Cameron become sick so the marriage was stopped. Cameron was devastated at this and counties to work trying to prove he was healthy. But his stubbornness soon ended him.

▾ Postmortem Biography: 
When he left his body he refused to join God and stayed on Earth. He really didn't know why because he had lived his whole life waiting to go, but it seemed way too soon to leave now. He witnessed his sister being dragged from his body and his love looking in horror. He was going to miss his sister growing up. May and his wedding. His life was blown out like a candle leaving him to roam the world. Cameron realizes what he has missed and what his culture has limited him to. So know he was ready to try anything new. And one day a voice of some sorts answers his prayers.

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