Isabella’s local elementary school had decided to try something new when she was in third grade. Whoever it was that ran the place, had an idea to give the students something that wasn’t homework or some boring speech she and the other kids would have to sit through and promptly ignore completely. Isabella always thought the teachers had some kind of secret cabal meeting place or something like it to come up with ideas to make her homework worse, so when her parents told her about an email they’d gotten from the school about them hosting some kind of ‘talent show,’ she was near immediately jumping at the chance.

Her parents tried to appeal the idea to her by mentioning how she could do some of the ‘magic tricks’ she’d been practicing (She wasn’t particularly great, but she’s like eight, so cut her a little slack.) She would say that she thought it was just a trick to get more homework shoved onto her and others, but it was plainly obvious how she only said it as an excuse to try and act cool. In Isabella’s mind, it was an amazing opportunity. While her parents did some kind of techy thing for the government or something, - at least, that’s what they told her - Isabella saw her parents job as just kinda lame.

At first, she was interested because of how cool it sounded. Her parents made it sound like they were creating flying cars, but it was a “Computer Operated something something!” It sounded neat! … But then she actually got to watch them work, and realized that they just kinda type weirdly broken sentences all day. Her parents might’ve been a bit hurt when their daughter dismissed their work as ‘super lame’ and ‘not something she’d ever do,’ but again, still a kid, not very perceptive yet.

A bit afterwards, like a month or so, her parents took her out to see a ‘magic show.’ Isabella was skeptical, but couldn’t resist the urge to see if it was actually gonna be magic.

And she was immediately hooked.

There was plenty to like about the show, the tricks with a bunch of people coming out of a box when you never saw them enter, one where a guy levitated a bit, some guy lit himself on fire but also wasn't on fire, illusions, and tons more she can’t remember anymore…

But what she really liked, to her parents' surprise, were the card tricks.

After the show had ended, Isabella pestered her parents the entire ride back home about them. She wanted to learn how to do it, she said. She promised she’d commit this time, she said. The usual kind of thing you’d hear from a child trying to get their parents to give them a new toy, with the parents knowing full well the kid would forget it existed within a week.

But Isabella didn’t forget it existed, to their surprise. In fact, the fixation continued for months as she convinced them to sign up for some magic magazine, buy her a deck of cards to practice tricks with, and other such things. It was a wonderful way to keep her occupied when they needed a break, her parents soon discovered, and the fact that she was genuinely invested in it was the cherry on top.

They were starting to wonder if they had a little budding magician on their hands.

And so came along the school talent show.

Its two hour length passed almost in the blink of an eye for the parents, mostly because they didn’t actually stick around for the entire thing.

Soon after the talent show, they moved to a different area, and got their daughter into a new school.

Something they felt was necessary, as not even halfway through the talent show, their daughter came to them in tears and refused to touch her playing cards, or anything even related to magicians, ‘ever again.’

...

The rest of elementary school came and went, and soon, Isabella found her family moving once again. But rather than an incident at school causing it, this was instead related to her parent’s job. This reason would become more and more prominent as the years went on. For a reason unknown to Isabella, her parents programming job had them needing to move across the country almost every year throughout her time in middle school.

She’d tried to form friendships with her classmates, but it turns out middle school friendships don’t last very long when you’re moving across the country every single year. Normal long distance friendships are hard enough to maintain, and trying to make a middle school friendship last with that? To Isabella, it was basically impossible.

By eighth grade, she’d basically given up on trying to have any sort of social life. It was hard for her to drum up the motivation to get friends when she knew they would all forget about each other and never meet again come the end of the year. It had caused some… arguments, between her and her parents. She never won them, of course, whatever their job was was just ‘too important,’ whatever that meant.

Come high school, Isabella found herself in a completely new area once again, and she was no less irritated by it. One thing she’d picked up on over the years was how her parents seemed to be trying to get her to be independent as fast as possible. They were trying to teach her how to do all her laundry by herself, cook, clean, handiwork, yardwork, basic life stuff, taxes, the whole thing. Coinciding with that was a steadily decreasing amount of time they were at home.

Isabella had no siblings to speak of. She had no aunts, uncles, or cousins on her mothers side of the family, and her father never even talked about his side, and she’d never gotten the chance to meet either side's grandparents. And on top of all of that, she had no friends whatsoever.

Basically, she was lonely.

Homework never took long for her, she was a smart cookie, her teachers always said at the parent teacher conferences, if a bit withdrawn. But what did she do when she didn’t have any homework left?

… Well, given the day and age, she just played video games all day.

She had nothing else to fill the time with, and her parents never really got on her case for it. And for the first two years of high school, that was all she really did.

She didn’t talk to anyone, no one talked to her, and that was that.

There were people that, looking back, she wishes she took a chance on, but that time is long gone.

She’s in college now, after all.

...

Before her second year of college started, Isabella was back home for summer. For all that a place you were in for three months could ever be called a home, anyway. The college dorms were turning out to be more of a home than anywhere her parents ended up moving for that government job.

But regardless of that, she was conscripted into helping get all of her parents' stuff, and her old stuff, into their truck and the U-Haul they rented. For whatever reason, they really didn’t like having movers do it for them. Isabella didn’t really care, her relationship with her parents was pretty frayed nowadays, but it was a bit weird.

She had been going through her old stuff to bring with her to the next spot, some of it brought home from college, others things her parents had set up for her in the room that she hadn’t really seen in years.

And it was when she was going through that old stuff that she pulled out something she’d not seen in a literal decade.

Her old set of playing cards.

They’d been custom made, after she’d shown as much interest as she did, her parents tried to go all in as much as they could. They had custom backs which were given cool symbols, ones that she later found out were in the style of norse runes, and the fronts were all stylized to seem all the more magical. All things that appealed so heavily to her as a child.

And staring at the dust encrusted deck in her hands, she found that it still did.

When something wet fell against her hand, she quickly rubbed her eyes with her sleeve and made to find something to clean the cards with.

The memories of the talent show were still present, and they’d likely remain so forever, but still…

She wanted to see if she still had it, you know?

...

As Isabella stood in front of the door that would maybe lead to her first real social interaction with her peers that wasn’t either having some variation of a conversation to an argument online or group projects, she considered turning back and forgetting that she ever had the idea to come in the first place.

Her palms felt sweaty as she burned the taped-on paper’s writing into her mind.

“The Secret Sealing Club.”

Or rather what it actually was, an occult club.

But why was she even here, to begin with?

She’d gotten interested in the runes on the back of her cards, is the truth of it. Or at least, that's where her interest started. She had wanted to learn what they all meant, or what they were supposed to do if they actually had magic powers in their writing. A desire spawned from a curiosity she held while she was practicing her card tricks again for the first time in a decade. And one cultivated by her incredible boredom.

As her hand now rested on the doorknob, she hesitated once again.

But her hesitation soon didn’t matter, as someone yanked open the door, and, with her hand so firmly gripping the door, sent Isabella flying forward directly into the other person.

And that’s how Isabella made her first friend in years.

...

As she lay bleeding out on the floor, a phone call with someone shouting on the other end that she could no longer make out, Isabella found some measure of comedy that, in spite of everything, she still would only manage to hold a friendship for a single year. Though the circumstances in this case would be that she was literally about to die, it was still true.

She had all the evidence, and her friend would be able to spread it all around since Isabella sent everything she had recorded her way as fast as she could. And so could her parents, she supposed, since that was who she’d called in her final moments.

But really, as pain split through her body, and her hand rested on her old deck of cards, Isabella would never get to mess around with her cards ever again, would she?

Her eyes began to shut against her will, and though she could hear her mothers desperate voice, and her fathers panicked shouting, she stopped being able to make out what was being said.

Honestly, she couldn’t help but wish she hadn’t called at all. Despite everything, Isabella didn’t want the last memories her family would have of her to be the sound of her choking on her own blood.

It just felt horrible.

And then, she stopped thinking entirely.

And the phone only got louder.

In what felt like an instant and an eternity at the same time, Isabella heard something.

The sound of waves breaking on a shore.

“Don’t decide for me what I can or can’t be. Oh, it’s supposed to be ‘for my own good’? To hell with that.”

Age: 24

Appearance: With her riotous wheat-blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and a tempestuous disposition to go with it, Kyouka has been proclaimed as a striking beauty as long as she can remember. Viewed as something foreign – nay, as otherworldy.

Job: Hostess

Cause of Death: An accident. She was a bit too drunk, managed to stumble her way off an overhead walkway, and cracked her head. She was discovered too late, already dead.

Background:

From as early as Kyouka can remember, her family environment had this permeating, suffocating air about it. Her Father, her Father’s Work – this was at the centre of everything.

‘This is important, Kyouka. You must understand. Father has Work.’

‘I have to concentrate – not now, Kyouka.’

‘If you ever find your passion, you will understand…It’s everything.’

She was their first child, yet she barely ever had his attention. Her mother tried, but she had little impact.

And in her earlier years, she bought into it. She idolized him, imitated him. So did Ayato, her younger brother. They had to work hard for every scrap of love, every ounce of attention he bestowed upon them. It wasn’t actively malicious, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Their father was simply so wrapped up in his own world, that his own children came secondary – unless they made themselves a key part of that world.

Through strife and hardship they persevered, all while hidden resentment rooted in their hearts.

In the end, his criticisms and his questioning proved too much.

‘Are you even trying? Are you serious about this? Are you giving it your all?’

Ayumu was the first to give up.

As for Kyouka?

It was the constant comparisons to strangers. Her advancement was proclaimed as slow, her talent as middling. In the end, it was this sort of sentiment of, ‘Be realistic, Kyouka. You can’t hope to make it the way you’ve been going.’

Maybe she could have.

But did she want to?

Truly?

No.

What point was there? All victories felt hollow. All defeats carried with it the miserable feeling of, ‘Oh, this again…?’

So, no. After losing his support, she didn’t cling to that life.

Kyouka decided to do whatever she wanted from then on. Though, figuring out what that was was the tricky part. She’s not sure she ever managed to, to be honest. But she spent most of her time out. Playing around. Having mundane fun. All while fury rent her insides with its unrelenting claws. She couldn’t forgive him for what he’d done to them. To his own family. He gave up on them, just like that. Had he ever believed in them at all?

No matter.

She graduated high school, picked up various part-time jobs, and moved out as soon as she could.

Father periodically sent her money. He was worried enough to do that much.

Eventually, Kyouka settled into a career as a hostess. Her family didn’t approve, of course. As if she cared what they thought. The club she worked at was a good place.

Sometimes, she played for them. Ha. What was that about not becoming a professional pianist? It was rare that she did, but it got her some extra cash. A win in her book, even if that unresolved hatred was accentuated with each key press.

That was where she met him. An older married man in his early forties, his wife on her death-bed. He told her the way she played reminded him of a raging storm. He told her that she was a fighter. That he respected her for it.

She was hooked. Utterly and completely.

They had an odd sort of relationship, the kind no one was likely to understand. Kyouka thought she might love him.

It was at this time, when everything was still muddled in confusion and unrest, that the stupid accident befell her.

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Race: Primal Lamia

Deity: Drasil

Weapons/Tools: In her life as a human, it has been her wits, her allure, her social skills, and her sharp tongue. The sheer force of her personality has been a constant, for good or ill. She will certainly still rely on those, but more direct powers and practical tools would help too.

Likes:

• Confidence. She is a prideful woman, and respects those who, like her, have a healthy amount of self-assurance.
• Getting what she wants.
• She has a love/hate relationship with the piano.

Dislikes:

• Pity and/or patronization.
• Being put into a box, reduced to a set of mere superficial categories.
• Having another limit her, deny her, or take away something from her unjustly.

Quirks:

• When out and about, she stands tall and proud, looking down on the world which dares judge her, no matter that she judges it herself.
• She can be rather caustic and has a mercurial temperament. When she wants to, she can be awfully charming, however.
• Kyouka enjoys attending events, likes good food and drinks (especially when she is treated to it for free), going to karaoke with friends, getting her nails done and gossiping, and spoiling herself at spas and such. Surprisingly, she fancies taking the occasional long walk when the mood strikes her.
• When comfortable, she may lounge around like a cat.

Skills: Leave this page blank at the start. These will be the initial skills acquired as part of your reincarnation and will be based on your character's last wishes/regrets. Will be determined between you and the GM after the RP has begun!

Age: 33

Appearance: This innocent woman has hooded black eyes. Her silky, straight, black hair is medium-length and is worn in a simple style. She is tall with a lean build. Her skin is lightly tanned. She has prominent cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her wardrobe is unusual and attractive, and mostly black.

Job: Freelance Assassin

Cause of Death: In a rush to get down the stairs of a parking gargage, only to get the toe of their shoe caught under the edge of anti-slip stair nosing. Sam fell half-way down a flight of stairs and through a plate glass window, landing on electrical wires that bounced her into the alley below, only to get run over by a speeding ice cream truck being driven by a guy dressed up as a clown on his way to his son's birthday party.

Her last conscious thought as she crashed through the window was, "I wish I could fly."

A kid using his phone to record his buddy doing some skateboard stunts got her crashing through the window, etc., and uploaded the clip to youtube. Nine million views, with opinions of this being a movie stunt, or one that's gone wrong. So far, seventeen scripts including this scene have been presented to Hollywood; three action movies and one cop drama in production have done a rewrite to include it.

Various world intelligence agencies have issued no comment, with a little over half of them convinced she went overboard trying to fake her own death.

Background: Grew up in the suburbs, her mom and dad fought constantly. Her mom left when Sam was twelve, leaving her and her brother there. Her dad became a drunk, so it was left to her as the oldest to manage the house.

In high school, she was a bit of a loner, working a part-time job as a sales clerk at the gas station. She'd see other kids when they got their licenses drive up, giving her that look in her shapeless sweatshirt and jeans before heading out the door, laughing. Perhaps that was why Kalee Miller decided to escalate bullying her during lunch one rainy afternoon. Snatching away the library book Sam was reading, then dropped it on the floor when she asked for it back. When Sam asked her, "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?" and Kalee answered laughingly, "What if I am, Ursela? What are you going to do about it?"

Sam punched her in the face, hard, knocking Kalee down, bleeding. She got suspended, and decided to join the Marines.

Her drill instructor noticed she was a bit more focused - and one hell of a shot at the shooting range. Out of the ordinary, Sam was psychiatrically evaluated as having a "moral flexibility." This lead her to sniper school and being lent out to an unnamed intelligence agency.

When she left the military, she tried an office job, but the pay was miserable. However, a friend of hers from the unnamed intelligence agency would reach out with some interesting offers... and the pay was good.

Then came other offers. Including one that led her to her old high school bully Kalee and her cheating CEO boyfriend. Police have it listed as a "murder-suicide." The CEO's wife tipped.

One of her friends at day job tried to set her up with a date with her brother, unfortunately on one of those nights she was scheduled to do another after-work job. She got it taken cared of quickly, but had an accident in the parking garage near the restaurant.



Appearance: TBD

Race: Goblin

Deity: Drasil

Weapons/Tools: TBD (probably a fighter)

Likes:
- Blades that are long, well-balanced, and sharp.
- Small children and furry animals
- Intimate bars with an extensive top shelf

Dislikes:
- Guys that boast a lot
- Bad intelligence, it can really ruin your day
- Bullies

Quirks:
- Likes to keep things clean and organized.
- Bad chess player
- Refuses to talk about bigfoot, Nessie, or aliens. (NDA)

Skills: TBD

"Everyone says, "Look on the bright side!" but I already am. I'm standing here watching a nuke go off."

Age:
26

Appearance:
Dalton is easy to miss in a crowd; it's not so much about how generic he looks, but how easily his presence can just be...overlooked. He's one of those people that doesn't mean to creep around, and yet always seems to scare the bejeezus out of someone when he walks up behind them and asks them a question. He always looks like he's at that point of frustration where something inside you breaks and you just don't have the capacity to care anymore. Yet he's still capable of smiling and laughing--a sick, wobbling grin that makes people a little uncomfortable, and a booming cackle that sounds like ye-olde-super-villain.

Despite that, he's a surprisingly sharp dresser. It's like he's trying to look his best, but there's a "blazer and slacks" spectrum between CEO and homeless person, and life is doing its best to drag him down to the lower end. Even on a casual day, Dalton prefers to look and behave professionally. He makes an effort not to slouch, and over the phone he has a phenomenal customer service voice that can make you believe he actually loves what he does.

Job:
Bank Loan Officer

Cause of Death
Three car pileup caused by a teenager on a cellphone.

Background:

"Reborn as a...caveman elf? Eh, not as bad as it could've been, I'll take--Wait why do they all have fursonas OH GOD--!?!"

Appearance:
Dalton maintains an unusually rigid posture and better-than-usual hygienic habits, making him stand out like a sore thumb among the more feral Merrick race. Somewhat elvish in appearance, yet with the more robust build of hunter gatherers and strong jaws filled with pronounced fangs, the Merricks are normally hunched and take care to maintain a scent that blends in with their environment--so obviously Dalton finds it disgusting. He still has the freckles he used to have as a human, though they're much paler than they used to be and only really show up when he's been in the sun for a while or when he blushes--which is frequent, because the semi-savage Merricks are quite lacking in what he'd call modesty.

As hunter-gatherers, the Merricks aren't exactly what one would call couch potatoes. Next to them Dalton looks svelte, but compared to an average human he probably looks like a starving child.

Race:
Merrick (Omega) - Considered by some as "wild elves," the Merricks are distinguished by longer, unruly hair, their fangs, and pointed ears. They typically carry no weapons and travel light, living a nomadic lifestyle. To fight, they instead channel the power of the pelts they wear to absorb the essence of the beast within. As the Omega of the tribe, Dalton is considered the weakest among the males and the bottom of the social hierarchy--so pretty much the same environment he had at the office, only with slightly less poo-flinging.

Deity:
Drasil

Weapons/Tools:

• Currently N/A

Likes:
- Seeing people he likes try their hardest and succeed; cathartic payoff.
- Seeing people he doesn't like or agree with be humiliated and obliterated.
- Being able to enjoy simple things without feeling like you're being unproductive, or like a bill is looming over you with every purchase.

Dislikes:
- The idea of a 60-hour work week.
- People that blame a singular economic or political structure for the various facets of what's utterly wrong with human civilization.
- Being vulnerable to the whims of others; the feeling that his own decisions are mandated by something "over" him.

Quirks:
- Talks to himself as if he's multiple people in order to work through his own thoughts or make big decisions; has been caught more than once referring to himself as "we" by accident.
- Reads at 450 words per minute with 74% retention rate.
- Unknowingly intimidates people sometimes because he tried to fix his inability to make eye contact by staring at their foreheads instead, and never realized people don't usually hold total eye contact.

Skills:
[Combat Sense] - ???
[Pack Leader] - ???
[Primal Rage] - Legendary: ???
[Hunter's Trap] - Racial Trait (Merrick): ???

"Why does this always happen to me?"

Age: 24

Appearance: Minami was a scrawny, pale, below-average-looking young woman. She had matted black hair kept short in a bob-style-cut and she wore thick glasses over her dark eyes. She was of a rather shortt stature, being only around 5'3" or 159 cm tall. She was described as having a very plain, unremarkable and bland physique, making her very forgettable. She typically dressed in a business dress for work, and her casual clothes were more geared towards comfort than style or fashion.

Job: Office Worker, Secretary, Coffee Maker, Department Gopher

Cause of Death Minami died after one of her co-workers (who was bullying her) tripped/pushed her while on a sidewalk, causing the former to fall unfortunately and cracked her skull. The push was meant to scare the young woman, not kill her. A mean-spirited prank gone horribly awry.

Background: Minami was born the only child to a dysfunctional family in Japan. Her father was a workoholic who spent most of his time away from home and his family, while her mother was a capricious woman who prefered to hang out with unmarried men and visit bars or clubs, rather than work, take care of her home or raise her only child. When the family did spend time ther, it was always awkward, stifling and tense, her mother and father would argue and bicker in a passive-aggressive way and the parents took little to no interest or note of their daughter and whatever she had accomplished, seen, done or not done.

Her days in pre-school., grade school, middle school and junior high weren't much better. Because of her situation at home, Minami had developed a quiet, shy and somewhat socially awkward personality - traits that, naturally, young children love to poke fun at or bring up. To say she was the target of bullying would be an understatement. When she wasn't being bullied, she was ignored or left out of whatever the other kids were doing. As far as her academic skills went... They were fairly average. She never scored particularly high on any tests or exams, but she also never failed any of them. Her father was the only one who made time to visit the school's PTA meetings and he never really took much interest in it, just telling his daughter to "work harder" afterwards.

Despite all this, life got a little easier for Ms. Futsuno in high school. Rather than being bullied, she was mostly ignored, or gossiped about behind her back. She never landed a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, and was never the recipient of love letters or confessions, despite many of her classmates receiving multiples of either of these - a fact that embittered her further. After graduation, she got a job at a local company, first as a part-timer and then eventually got hired whenn a low-ranking spot opened up. But life at work wasn't much different. Her colleagues either ignored or ridiculed her, used her as a doormat or a verbal punching bag and made sure she always "knew her place" and was their designated gopher whenever they wanted or needed something.

With low self-esteeem, no courage to talk back or stand up for herself, no physique or special talents to defend herself with, Minami's life was a rather large serving of low-boil suffering. The only light in her life was her pet cat, who patiently waited for her to come back home to the apartment every day. His name was 'Cookie', because Minami found him as a stray and didn't know that he was a boy.



Appearance: In her new body, she now stands at an acceptable 5'6" (or 167 cm) tall. As one would expect of a vampire she's become quite attractive and her curves sure have filled out in all the right places. Her chest and buttocks received considerable updgrades. Her hair has grown remarkably much longer and is now a deep brown color, and far more silky-smooth than it ever was before. Her dark eyes have turned a golden-ish yellow. Seeing as her new bod' is far more fetching than her old one, she also seems to now enjoy dressing in clothes that emphasize and showcase her new figure.

Race: Vampire Fledgeling

Deity: Drasil

Weapons/Tools:
- Dagger: A small, pointy blade, ideal for stabbing and shanking with.
- Fangs: Strong and sharp canines or incisors, in the mouth, perfect for biting or ripping others' throats out.

Likes:
- Cats
- Chocolate
- Fancy Coffee-drinks (Capuccino, Mochaccino, etc)
- Seeing people who deserve it get what's coming to them

Dislikes:
- Dogs
- Spicy foods
- Insults, bullying
- Overly warm weather

Quirks:
- Will twirl one of her sidelocks when idle or having a casual conversation, without realizing it.
- Can spend inordinate amount of time in disbelief infront of a mirror. Possibly having developed the early stages of narcissism.
- Whenever she spots a female with a smaller bust-size than her new one, she involuntairily smirks in a pleased, almost victorious way.
- Despite her new form, she still feels uncomfortable maintaining eye-contact for too long and will avert her eyes or head to look at something else unless she makes a conscious effort to maintain focus on her dialogue-partner.

Skills:
- Resist Fear
- Atlas
- ✮ Life Drain (L)
- Blood Serf (R)

"Oh, I do NOT have time for this!"

Age: 19

Appearance: Tiffany was a lovely young woman with long, golden blonde hair, forest green eyes that sparkled and a nice, healthy year-around tan. She was fit, having a flat and taut stomach, toned and well-sculpted limbs but wasn't overly muscular, rather retaining an athletic yet femenine physique. As a girl who kept up with trends and fashion, her wardrobe consisted of a large variety of clothes and styles, too numerous to list. But rest assured that she was always dressed fashionable and stylish for the time and aseason, no matter what.

Job: Model

Cause of Death Hit by runaway Truck-kun during an outdoor photoshoot. Amazingly, nobody else was hurt.

Background: Tiffany, full name; Tiffany Rose Leicester, was born into a family in the United States of America, being the eldest of three siblings. Her younger brother was born five years after her, while her little sister was born ten years after her. The family was an upper middle-class one, with Tiffany's father being a lower-rank manager at his workplace, whereas her mother was a music tutor for the piano. As such, the young girl grew in an enviroment where she didn't really want for anything, in a developed country with no real lack or shortage of resources or services. Thus, she grew up in a mostly healthy enviroment, never knowing much in the way of hardships.

Tiffany's mother was a religious woman, who tried her best to instill her teachings and beliefs into her children. She succeeded, for the most part, with her two youngest, but Tiffany - for whatever reason - only really adopted some of her mother's beliefs, and often only in ways or when it was beneficial to the girl. This may have been because, growing up, Tiffany quickly learned the rules of the playground - if you weren't on top, you were either in the middle, or at the bottom, and she didn't care for the two latter options. That being said, she was never a truly cut-throat or unreasonable person, and she never actively or intentionally did things that would hurt or damage others. .. Unless they'd done something to her and thus deserved it.

Yes, Tifanny developed a very 'Do Onto Others'-sort of mentality, showing kindness, generosity and empathy towards those who did the same to her first. Those who didn't show respect or amiabble behavior though, were deemed to be human garbage in the young girl's eyes, faceless and unimportant. If you weren't willing to put in the effort to be nice and kind, then there was no reason to care about you or yours. Tiffany and her mother would often have disagreements over this mentality, which never got resolved or reconciled as both were far too stubborn to relent.

Despite this, Tiffany grew up to be a cute and popular girl. Her life in grade, middle school and junior high all went swwmingly smooth. She was blessed by being both clever and athletic, at least to some degree. Early in her high school years, Tiffany was scouted by a talent agency and was given a part-time job as a model. Following her graduation, she saw no need to pursue a college-degree and instead focused on her modelling career, which thankfully took off.

As a young woman, growing up in the western world, she was as much a product of her time and enviroment as anyone. She bouight expensive clothes, was almost always on her phone, had opionated opinions on matters and politics which she really didn't have much insight or understanding about and followed the trends and popular themes of the moment. She had her own Click Clock-account with no small number of followers and her status as a succesful up-and-coming model had earned her fame and reputation. While her relationship with her mother had grown more strained ever since she got into high school, her relation with her father had managed to stay positive and the two were always on good terms.

Her relation with her younger brother was a lot more complicated though - as the boy took after their mother in more ways than one. He was always trying to convince his big sister to choose another path and to be more mindful of her behavior and actions, and of course to be more respectful of their mother and The Lord. Needless to say, Tiffany didn't enjoy being preached to by a kid who hadn't even graduated high school yet, so fights were frequent. She and her younger sister got along fine however, with Tiffany often doting on and spoiling the youngest in their family. So, all in all, while there were bumps and snags, her life was for the most part a good one.

Unfortunately, Tiffany's life was cut tragically short as, during an outdoor photoshoot session in early summer, she was hit by a runaway truck that seemingly came out of nowhere.



Appearance: Tiffania has retained her approximate height from when she was alive on Earth, still standing at around 5'5" (165 cm) tall. However, her somewhat athletic build has been replaced with a more slender and dainty appearance, and her bust got a considerable upgrade - not that her size back on earth was anything to scoff at either. Her year-round tan has also been replaced with a pale but unblemished and healthy tone, and her eyes have turned a brilliant azure. Her hair has also changed to a more light or sandy tint of blonde. Her waist is also somewhat slimmer than when she was a human. All in all, she went from being a model to becoming a total knock-out. And elves just keep getting prettier as they grow.

Race: Elf Squire

Deity: Morganna

Weapons/Tools:
- N/A

Likes:
- Fashion, accessories, shoes
- People who greet and treat her well
- Her father and little sister
- Being praised for doing a good job
- Soft drinks
- Pop music

Dislikes:
- Rude, obnoxious, unfriendly and/or apathetic people
- Anyone who tries to change her ways, or accuses her views to be "wrong"
- Her mother and younger brother
- Being disturbed or interupted while doing somehting
- Filthy places and creatures
- Metal/Rock music
- Public smoking

Quirks:
- She sometimes talks like a stereotypical 'valley girl', though she tries to avoid doing so.
- When she wakes up in the morning, she's extremely gullible and easy to deceive, as her brain is more less mush.
- She's rather shameless, having no problems with being seen in either skimpy outfits, swimsuits or even lingerie.
- She says 'Ew. Gross.' instead of 'Bless you' whenever someone near her sneezes.
- When annoyed, angered or otherwise displeased, Tiffany will click her tongue. Note that this only occurs with actual, meaningful nuisances -- small-scale or minute irritations do not trigger this reflex.

Skills:
- Mirage
- Charm
- Gambler's Hand
- ✮ Eternity (L)
- Anti-Charm (R)
- Ageless (R)

"Sometimes the blind hope that tomorrow will be better is all you have available to you to get through today."

Age: 22

Appearance: Ryoko is a girl who in another timeline may have had something you could call a plain, understated 'girl next door' charm. As it stands, between her chubby figure, bags under her eyes and the little twitches in her body language that betray that she's just barely holding it all together, she is a girl more to be pitied that admired. Though not unapproachable, she is not somebody who gives the impression that approaching them would be very fruitful. She smiles in public often during interactions, but seldom genuinely.

Job: IT Support/Network Administrator

Cause of Death Hit by truck-kun

Background: Ryoko was a bright and creative kid who loved technology. She got the best grades of her year in high school and went to college, working from home part-time as an IT support and administrator for a large company to pay the bills while she studied. Work and study quickly overtook her life, and to unwind she devited the rest of her free time to anime and video games. She lost contact with most if not all of her acquaintances and quickly started putting on weight. By the time she was in her third year of college, she was clinically depressed.

She kept telling herself that it would all be worth it. Two more years of this life and then she would be done with education, could quit her stressful, low-paying, high-responsibility job, and finally get full-time employment for better pay and start her career. The whole world was ahead of her. She could join a gym and lose all this weight, maybe even start dating for the first time ever. She just needed to finish college.

She continued to struggle, getting unhappier and unhappier. Her attitude at work began to suffer and she was fired after a very heated phonecall with some of the senior employees regarding their systems going down, which they had used her as a scapegoat for. She decided he had just enough saving left to get through college if she borrowed from her parents with the promise to pay them back.

She pushed through, and put her blood, sweat and tears into her dissertation. Only three months away from the deadline, where she would then be free, she was crossing the road one night, walking back from the library in a tired daze. A zombie on autopilot. She didn't see the crossing lights turn red....or the truck.



Appearance: Oriel, as a basic Fae, is noticeably small, standing just over two feet tall, and typically hovers to her conversational partner's head height rather than standing on their feet.

Race: Fae - Hamadryad

Deity: Morganna

Weapons/Tools: TBD (Magic)

Likes: List some things your character likes
- Fantastical creatures and sights
- References to the culture of Japan/Earth
- Acting like, and thus being treated like 'A Fae'

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- Lack of stimulus
- Depressive episodes
- Stressful and chaotic situations
- Too much being asked of her on a deadline

Quirks:
- When she's bored, or losing herself in a task, Oriel likes to hum tunes from various media from her old world. Mostly anime and videogame music
- Oriel doesn't need to follow 'the rules of the Fae' for any biological or magical reason, but still chooses to act as if the rules of the Fae are real. Despite not being able to make Faustian bargains, or gain power over anyone who tells her their name, she rigididly believes in 'a favour for a favour'.

Skills: Leave this page blank at the start. These will be the initial skills acquired as part of your reincarnation and will be based on your character's last wishes/regrets. Will be determined between you and the GM after the RP has begun!

"If this is the hand the world gave me, I can work with this."

Age: 22
Appearance: Awfully generic except for the gray hair, he can easily blend in a crowd but when he chooses too he could be surprisingly photogenic. His body language shows confidence despite the admitted uncertainty in his current chapter of life. During card games, he shows a small smile when he finds his own plans coming to fruition.

His gray hair was natural and was inherited from his grandfather.

Job: College Student, Card Game Enthusiast

Cause of Death: A truck somehow managed to fling itself while he was working on a deck in his room and crushed him to death. He was on the second floor of his rented apartment when that happened.

Background:

This child lived a simple normal life. As normal as a child who lost both his parents before he formed any of his memories are formed within him. Fortunately growing up with his maternal grandfather made it less miserable than it should be.

During his younger days, he had a little trouble at making friends, preferring to let others take the lead and follow the waves. This allows him to be familiar with everyone but not claim a lifelong friend even after reaching college. Aside from the few fishing trips he and his grandfather took, his vacation days were filled with him playing card games and whatever hobbies took his fancy.

His grandfather died during his second year in high school. He had won his first tournament during that time. Tears were shed during those days but he knew deep down that he lived a good life.

With both the inheritance and his prize money being used to fund his education until college, he was on path to finally becoming a member of the society. He is still uncertain however on what future he is supposed to take.

Race: Sun Morai

Deity: Morganna

Weapons/Tools: How is your character defending himself/herself? Are you a physical fighter or more of a magic user?

Likes: List some things your character likes
-Card Games (specifically the online ones)
-Fishing
-Outsmarting People

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
-Being rushed
-Everyone (including himself) holds natural advantages over others and solely relies on it.
-Everything happening too fast

Quirks: Add some details that make your character unique! Can be an odd habit or just some information not revealed in the image or the backstory!
-Good at talking to people especially the old ones
-Contemplative, he could make monologues in his mind that will make writer’s blush
-He wishes to have a younger sibling more than having parents.

Skills: Leave this page blank at the start. These will be the initial skills acquired as part of your reincarnation and will be based on your character's last wishes/regrets. Will be determined between you and the GM after the RP has begun!

"I try to be nice, but sometimes I just can’t take it anymore."

“Someone said the customer is always right. Whoever said that is a liar. Most times the customer is wrong!”

Age: 23

Appearance: Kenji is a man of Japanese descent. He stands at six feet tall, and has a lean dancers build. His movements and posture are graceful and poised because of his dance experience. His black hair is kept neat and tidy at all times. He is always clean shaven, neatly groomed, and cares about keeping up his appearance. As far as clothing, Kenji dresses professionally. He wears suits most of the time. Even on his days off, he still wears dress shirts, ties, and slacks.

Job: Customer Service Representative

Cause of Death Kenji died in a car accident on his way home from work because someone was driving drunk.

Personality: Upon first impression, Kenji is a sweet guy. He acts happy go lucky, and always has a smile on his face. He is friendly to everyone in the office, and is willing to strike up a conversation with anyone. He says hi to everyone in the office, and he’s been known to bring baked goods for the other employees to enjoy. Because of his job, people turn to him when they need to someone to vent to and listen to their problems, and he does his best to help them. He gets high ratings for his customer service skills.

This is really just an act. Deep down, he is very irritated with his job, and his life in general. He studied to be an actor, he was going to be a star! Instead, he’s stuck in an office listening to customers complain about every little problem they have, and then demanding to speak to the manager when they don’t get exactly what they want. At one point, he really did want to help, but being yelled at by people for things he had no control over took a toll on his mental health. Now, Kenji could not care less what happens to people, or their problems. He just puts on the act for the sake of his job.

Background: Kenji was born to an average Japanese family living in America. All of his life, wanted to be an actor on the broadway stage. Other kids in school bullied him for his interests, and this upset him greatly. He knew that one day, he would be a star! Then he’d show them!

Then things went downhill. He came out to as gay his parents at 18, and told them he was going to study musical theater in college. He figured his parents just wanted him to be happy, and they would support him no matter what. Instead, he was kicked out and disowned from the family. Kenji is no longer on speaking terms with his parents.

Kenji took a bunch of student loans to make it through college. When he graduated, he was severely in debt. That’s why he took a customer service job. To pay off his debts, and actually have a life. At least untill he gets his big break. Then he won’t have to deal with these people anymore. However, he has been working at this company for years dealing with Karens day in and day out, and his big break still hasn’t happened yet. It should be coming any minute though. Right? Right?



Likes: List some things your character likes
- Acting
- Singing
- Dancing
- Baking

Dislikes: List some things your character dislikes
- His current job
- His family
- Bullies
- Rude Customers

Quirks: N/A

Skills: Leave this page blank at the start. These will be the initial skills acquired as part of your reincarnation and will be based on your character's last wishes/regrets. Will be determined between you and the GM after the RP has begun!

"What’s that? How does it work? Why does it work like that? Why?"

Age: 19

Appearance: Petra is not the sort of person to stand out in a crowd, being neither particularly attractive nor particularly unattractive, simply average. If someone had to pick a defining feature to describe her by it’d either be the constant bags under her eyes or the fact that she’s rather short.

Petra’s dress sense prioritises comfort first and practicality second, with little to no thought given to fashion. Petra has been known to wear mismatched socks simply because she found them together and has a habit of wearing the same clothes for days on end, up until they stop passing the sniff test.

Job: Full time uni student.

Cause of Death: Petra fell several stories out of a window after being bumped while trying to get a better look at an interesting bird. Miraculously Petra managed to survive the fall itself, getting off with several broken bones, some internal bleeding, and a concussion, nothing that couldn’t be treated through the wonders of modern medicine. Fate however had other plans, and the ambulance transporting Petra to the hospital was hit by a truck, finishing the job.

Background: From the moment she learned to talk, Petra has been asking questions. As a kid she drove her parents up the wall with her incessant questions, then later she did the same with her friends and teachers in school. When she wasn’t asking people questions she was instead explaining the things she’d learned to anyone who would listen, even when they definitely weren’t listening, because who wouldn’t want to learn everything about everything?

As she got older Petra eventually came to understand that there were people that disliked answering questions or learning new things. Try as she might, Petra never was able to fully understand that mindset nor how to predict who would hold it and quash her own curiosity simply wasn't in her nature, so instead she gradually withdrew from others in favour of studying the world on her own terms, becoming more and more withdrawn over time so that she wouldn’t risk bothering anyone.

Beyond that, Petra led a pretty uneventful life right up until the point of her death – she got passable grades at school, spent her free time learning about whatever she could, never made very many friends but considered those she did have to be good ones, and when she eventually graduated from high school moved straight on to higher education where she pursued a degree in science.

The single most interesting event in Petra's life would probably be her sudden death only a year into her degree.


Likes:

• Science
• Learning
• Spicy food
• Getting lost in thought

Dislikes:

• Parties
• Sleeping
• Being a bother to people
• Formal Settings

Quirks:

• Very messy. Tends to leave things all over the place and considers the ‘floordrobe’ to be convenient and efficient. Somehow, she almost always remembers where she puts things and thus gets frustrated when people ‘clean’ her messes.
• Constantly fidgets and tends to externalise her thoughts through wild gesticulation.
• Bad at time management.
• People generally get one of two impressions from Petra; that she is a quiet and timid girl who could do with opening up more, or that she's overly brash and kind of weird. In reality, both perspectives could be said to be true, Petra is constantly nervous and cautious to a fault with little idea on how she's meant to interact with people outside of her close friend group, it simply happens to also be the case that at times Petra's curiosity gets the better of her, burning away any and all anxiety and hesitation whenever she feels she has something new to learn.

Skills: TBD