#reapers roleplay

The Reapers are invading and the whole Galaxy is under threat from Annihilation. The Races of the Galaxy must band together to stop this threat before it's too late...

A home in a small deserted town houses the most interesting people you'll ever meet.

The grim reaper is nothing more than a jaded persona but new reapers soon follow His footsteps....

You're dead, but that was just the beginning.

The world is governed by life and death. It keeps balance to the population and the alignment between the afterlife. This law also applies to Reapers, those who's job it is to align the order.

"Darklina In Drag Motion, Darklina In Pain, Darklina Against Lovers, You'll Die Hard In Vain."

You May Know Of Darklina, But Do You Know Of It's Past?

You May Know Of Darklina, But Do You Know Of It's Past?

A tale of dark humor based around a group of grim reapers in New York city. (Full.)

Underneath Shibusen is a kishin, locked away by Shinigami-sama himself. But what if someone discovered the key to unlocking him? And what if you were the only person who could stop them? (needs female)

The Angels of death, will you stay on the good side and do your job, or risk it all for power?

The next generation of Reapers are here, and ready escort the dead to their resting place: The underworld!

The Lords of Darklina have been controlling things for too long. Finally, someone has decided to go against them. But, will they succeed?

The Normandy was a human-turian co-op design. But it had a similar twin, more along the size of the SR-2, for the Turians to use. One for humanity, one for the Turians. ANd this ship, its about to see some adventures of its own...

Most believe that upon death, you are either sent to another place – Heaven or Hell – or you are reincarnated. But what if you were wrong? What if the end was truthfully just the beginning?

Palaven is burning. Only strong, brave soldiers can help save the planet. The best of the best. Oh, and watch out for the lasers!

Ignor this the RP is dead

I grew up in this city, lived here my entire life, and I'll be damned if I see all that ripped away by some street thugs with guns, Its time to take back our home.

We Have rules and then..we have Codes..be Wise to follow both.

Batarian Space was the first place to be harvested by the Reapers, now they spread throughout the Galaxy, to end the current life cycle. But life will not give up without a fight. [WIP]

With the Commander dead, the allied forces were forced to make a retreat. Many lives were lost, many tears were shed, but we will never forget.