tee hee. nevvy has some weird ideas.

[nevreme]

They asked me for the kiss of an angel, but I told them I was no angel. They didn't believe me though, and when they drew close I leaned forward and with a single touch reduced them to ashes. The salty tears that fell from my weeping eyes mixed with the ashes and from that union arose the spirits of those that had died by my touch and they wiped away the tears and told me I was beautiful and good and kind. But I didn't believe them. They told me that it was my radiance which had caused them to turn to ashes but I knew they were wrong. I knew that I was evil, a demon, an abomination, something that should be destroyed. But how? I tried many different ways but nothing I did could stop my heart. It was as if I was immortal. But that was impossible. Soon the spirits left me to drown in my own misery, left me for the other world, the world of the dead. No matter how I tried to follow them I was not permitted entrance. After a while I tired of feeling the pain of my failures. And so I chose to live among the creatures of the earth. But I was careful not to touch the inhabitants of this beautiful planet. For if I did they would turn to ashes and float away on the winds of change. Though I have moved on, I shall never forget them. I shall never forget the first to have felt my touch.

But even as I lived among the mortals I was not accepted by them. They had seen what had become of those who thought me beautiful and they hid whenever I strolled through the forests and meadows of this realm. It saddened me to see them frightened so, but I knew they were right and so I did not try to convince them otherwise. When at long last I passed through the gates to the other world I was stopped near the entrance. A being so beautiful, so radiant, so bright that their mere presence burned my eyes, held me back from the line of the dead. This being told me that I was the child of Gods and so back to the Gods I must return. What the next week brought me I am forbidden to tell you but I can say then when they finished with me I believed those spirits from my youth. I was something of radiant beauty. But since I was only half God I could not live in their realm. I had to return to earth, a place I would live until my successor took on the burden they had presented me. A burden I had no right to hand to anyone. Especially not a child. For a child it would be. I would not know who it was until the time came for them to take my place, but I was to train seven children to take over, they would be sent to me in many different ways but I must welcome them all and teach them all I knew. That was all I was told. But I was also told that my half-brother would try to corrupt my young apprentices. And I must not allow him to. They gave a name to me, and a name to my apprentices. I am called Grimoire and they are my Reapers. It was from us that the humans derived the name 'The Grim Reaper'. For my apprentices are often called Grim's Reapers. Its an easy mistake to make. There is one thing missing though; my scythe. It was lost by the one before me, its pieces scattered to the far reaches of the earth and I must be the one to restore it. The blade was broken into six pieces, and the staff is the last piece. The only piece I know of is the staff and that is held by a very powerful sorcerer. It is my apprentices task to retrieve these for me so that I may forge it anew.

just thought id write something.....didnt know what it would be until i was finished. but i thought id share it with you guys. i dunno.....its interesting i guess. now that i reread it i realize i could probably use it as a plot.....eh.

[`CAT]

That is amazing. Seriously.
Definitely would be a great site plot.
Imagine the site you could create from that. xD

[nevreme]

haha thanks.
yea....now that i look it over again.....my brain is going crazy with this. i know exactly what skin i would use. the characters.......the rules.......the plot.......mortals......immortals......i think id use the greek gods. theyre the coolest......d**nit! stupid mind. always running away with one idea or the other......hehe

[ducttapekitty]

thats such a great plot
kinda reminds me of my site
but i havent gone into details as much

[nevreme]

what is your site?
and thanks <3
i just sorta took the beginning of my post with radio silence and went from there.

[nevreme]

oh and lovies? if i did actually decide to create a site from this you all would give me a hand right?
nevvy would never be able to do it without you!

[britzz]

omee gosh nevvy that was soo cool

i would totally help you and then demand to take part in that excellent plot. because my dear thats what it is, a plot.

tell me if you actually decide to create it, cause i would be, there and since you thought that up im like already creating a character roflmao.

seriously girl, act on this.

was it the voices again, nevvy you know i love your voices rofl.

[nevreme]

bahahah
thanks you guys.
and yea, i guess it is a plot....or a book lol if i kept going.
i will, fo sho. and definitely pm your character, i wanna see it!

tee hee, yes britzz, it was the voices. a new one this time though..........a completely new one.

oh, and if i do make this i need a name for it.
im not sure what to call it though.........i threw around a couple ideas but none of them were really right......any ideas guys?

[Ricochet]

-squeals- nevvy I am now your number one fangirl! that was very awesome ^_^ oh how i wish i was as creative as you are. -pouts- and heyo britz -waves and glomps- meee<3newmembers xD anywayzzzzz...

rawr.

[ohDACIANA.]

woaaa.
like, woaaa!
that was amazing (as is everything you come up with.)
act on it, nigh!
xD

<33

[nevreme]

pish. about 90 percent of nevvy's ideas are rotten. i just dont tell you people about those ones xDDD
haha i will totally act on it as soon as i have a name......which is the one thing i dont have any ideas for......help?

[nevreme]

okay buddies.
nevvy is putting up a poll in a minute with some of her favorite name ideas, both hers and yours <3
if you have anymore ideas please please please tell me really really soon! id rather put them up with the entire poll <333333

[The Mystical Spoon]

Bah. You wouldn't like mine, either.

[nevreme]

what do you mean, 'either'?
tell them to me, and we can see if i like them lmao

[britzz]

this would be my character.. names anyone?
i was thinking
Liliana
Isabella
you tell me

I wonder if I was born this way, or it happened to me because of my situation. It might have been that I was born this way, which would explain the odd birthmark. It starts at my shoulder and drips down my back. It’s black and thick like a pole, but by the way it looks its ancient. Intricate things that only someone could draw wind around the figure and trace diagonally across my back, it’s beautiful. In any case I see the world differently, no I’m not colorblind or some other normal thing like that. Yes I would say that’s normal; compared to me anything is normal. My vision is darker than what it should be, and I don’t mean I wear sunglasses all the time. I mean I view the world in a different… light if you will. Each day I watch two paths stretch further and further apart from each other but I’m so faraway from each of them, my decision on which one to walk doesn’t matter at the moment; I watch them progress with my… sixth sense, you could call it. The one on my left is a paved with pearly stones, they are white as can be and shrouded in a heavenly mist, it pulls me forward. The one to my right is carved from a black shiny stone, its sweet and alluring with the sense of danger that makes me want to back up, it too pulls me forward. I still haven’t decided which one to follow, my body wants to break into two pieces and travel both paths but I know I’ll have to make a choice, I just don’t know when. The choices stay with me all the time, I can’t seem to shake them, part of me doesn’t want to. The other part is screaming and clawing to get out of this body but I wont let it, why? The dark shadows that appear at the very sides of my vision must be reminding me, but I don’t know what they want me to do. I can only see them, I cannot speak to them nor fully gaze at them in this current state, but I know that maybe someday I’ll be able too. The shadows push down on me, and I’m not strong enough to entirely push them away, I can just shoulder the pressure and let them push me to the two paths, still indecisive as ever. I wondered for a long time if I was crazy or not, if maybe I was born with a problem that needed fixing with pills and padded rooms, but my drawings suggest otherwise. I never really considered myself an artist until I let the shadows have me, it feels different when I let them draw, let them express themselves through me, I figure I could become a professional but people would wonder why it appears that I die each time I draw, its not a pleasant sight. My drawings appear to be nothing but blackness, and maybe that’s all the normal people can see but I see intricate shapes and faces and the shadows that crawl just around the edges of the paper, like they crawl just around the edges of my vision. Sometimes when I draw, I wake up and there is this beautiful woman, she smiles kindly at me. Her radiance extends upon anything I’ve ever dreamt of before now, its crazy I know, but it seems like she knows more about me than I know about myself. I think of her as my mother and although I don’t know her name, I want to meet her; she calls me too. I know she’s done horrible terrible things, but somehow I feel I’ve done them too, as if we live through each other. My real mother doesn’t have that same connection with me, but she died when I was to, too young to understand the loss. I go to school everyday like a normal girl but everyone says I’m not normal, they claim that I’m the radiant one, that my beauty is nothing compared to anything they’ve ever saw, but I don’t see it. I look in a mirror and gaze back at a girl with thick black lashes that frame her icy, cold blue eyes, they are good at hiding the emotions that are covered up by her emotionless face. Her skin is crème and roses and flushed a beautiful pink at her defined cheeks. She smiles and her ruby lips spread in a gorgeous smile that shows her rows of perfectly straight teeth. Her hair is long, it falls below her breasts but above her waist, it is the purest black and straight as can be. Her body is a perfect hourglass shape and she stands at around five and a half feet tall. She’s perfect, but that’s not what I see. I see it differently, it’s the shadows, they distort things. I’ve drawn seven words, I believe I’m related to them, and maybe they know about me too. The writer, the shadows tell them stories. The listener, the shadows speak to them. The viewer, the shadows show them things. The drawer, me, the shadows draw for them. The speaker, the shadows teach them the ancient language. The shifter, the shadows bring them to the other world. The scriber, the shadows have let them know where we all reside. The shadows have drawn me seven traits and I believe they are my tools; I let the shadows wash these over me to hide what I am. Quiet, I don’t speak very much. Independent, the death of my mother has left me no choice but to be on my own. Easy-going, not too much in this world bothers me. Smart, despite what others may think I hold at least a 3.0 GPA. Passionate, I get carried away with what I do. Intense, I hold peoples eyes longer than I should. These qualities are easy to use, they conceal my real traits, the ones for some reason I must hide, but sometimes they slip through, I’m only human, I think. Hot headedness, I anger quickly. Paranoia, someone is always behind me. Indecision, choices are difficult for me to make. I’m trapped here, in this body that has no idea where to go but I carry on, I’ll wait until she finds me and tells me what to do because until then I have nothing. The shadows push down harder and another voice, a male this time calls to me, he is radiant as well but his voice is elusive and I although I’ve only drawn his body and not his face I know he must be related to the woman. His call his stronger than hers and now as I watch they both stand in those paths beckoning me. My decision is hard to make but I know if she doesn’t come I will walk the darker path and I’ll be okay with that.

okay so i know im a horrible person and added stuff to your plot but this site is speaking to me nevvy SPEAKING, as in voices roflmao. okay so

The tattoo its like the missing scythe and when you get all the 'reapers' together you would get the scythe back, or something like that.
The seven different 'abilities' is going to help them know what is really happening around them, but their still clueless as to what to do about it, the scriber, the listener, the writer, the drawer, the speaker, the shifter and the viewer. do with that what you will
I figured that since they all might be reapers or whatever they should all be radiantly beautiful too but i dont know up to you again and the male voice and the shadows, i kind of just liked that. lol so yeah

VOICES roflmao