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Drop Dead, Won't You?

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Soul Eater /sól ítər / Noun

1. A fallen angel cursed with muteness and an insatiable soul lust.
They frequently kill humans in an attempt to consume their souls, but the
soul of a human killed by a soul eater is immediately reincarnated, depriving
the beast of its meal. Only humans killed by ‘human means' have harvestable souls.

2. Drake Stuart

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Premise

Five humans, two servants, one daemon, no way out. Prepare to kill and be killed in this fast paced race to be the last man standing. Funny thing is, there will never be a last man standing. As soon as someone dies, a new body takes his or her place. To keep under the radar, Drake goes out into the city and steals the humans he wants.

You’re one of them.

Now you have to play his game.

Everyone has their own room, nicely furnished with all the basics, including a simple set of clothes, if you live long enough to need them, a bed with a nightstand next to it, a chamber pot, and an un-stocked vanity with a mirror. None of the rooms have windows to the outside. None of the rooms have doors that lock.

Everyone is allowed to wander as they please as long as they don’t go places they shouldn’t. There isn’t any escape in the two level manor, or in the furnished attic above. Drake, as he has been doing this for longer than any of his victims have been alive, has thought of everything. The windows have either been barred or blocked up altogether, and an attempt at finding the key to the door, the way out, would end with a most unsavory encounter. And a waste of a soul.

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Maps

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Deeper Plot

It’s the summer of the year 1877 of our good Queen Victoria, and you five poor unfortunate souls have earned a one way ticket to your demises. Under the roof of this cozy manor not too far from a small city in southern England, a game is afoot. Drake Stuart, the in-house soul eater and the master of the house, and his half-human servant James frequently kidnap humans and bring them to their manor for their ‘game.’ While Drake cannot kill humans by his own hand, James can, with the aid of a recently acquired ‘helper,’ a cockney street rat named Linnet, who is trapped in a purgatorial state between being liked enough for Drake to keep her around, the ‘winner’ from a previous game, but not enough to be made semi-immortal by being force fed a soul, like her tongueless companion James.

Drake is somewhat of a picky fellow, in his years of luxury, he’s grown very discerning about the quality of the souls he devours. Swift, agonizing deaths, and acts of heinous evil add such a dynamic flavour to souls, so he’s devised these games to enact occasionally to bring out the most lovely of tastes. However, elongated deaths, fraught with torment, make souls mushy and foul, so if a player is harmed but not killed, Drake will take it upon himself to take care of the poor victim, stitch them up and set them upright again.

After fleeing from his previous manor north of London, Drake has been hanging around for a little under a year in this house. Shortly after moving he hosted a game, but it didn’t last long thanks to certain..issues…and in the seven or eight months since then, he and James have been living off of the odd victim, but Drake is bored and he’s decided that it’s high time they had some rip-roaring fun once again.

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While James is the only ‘living’ servant in the house (excluding Linnie, who is what Drake calls the 'junior games-keeper') he is entirely incapable of keeping the whole house clean by himself. So Drake employs the semi-solid remnants of his previous victims to keep the place clean. They are somewhat incorporeal, they can interact with the environment, but trying to touch one would give a human the chills. Drake is the only one who can touch them, and even he seems averse to getting close to the wraiths. They don’t seem to notice humans at all, they go about their jobs hollowly and mechanically. If someone is unfortunate enough to walk through them, however, they can faintly hear the last words of the victim, which are usually agonizing screams of pain, unsurprisingly.

There are several places that are off limits. No going in Drake’s room, the library, the attic, the tapestry room, the smoking room, or the study, unless you are invited. Especially if you’re going to bleed out. Drake doesn’t like getting stains on the carpet.

Don’t even try to escape. If you even managed to get one of the shed keys from James, or the key to the front door from Drake, there is a high fence around the estate, and even if you’re lucky enough to make it there, the daemon will probably smell your escape before you can even find the key.

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Character Sheet

Note, since these characters are semi-expendable, I don’t expect you to make a fancy CS. I’d prefer a well thought out character to a pretty character sheet, actually. As you can see from the front page, I value content over looks.

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[b]Full name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (I’d prefer humans ages 18 to 35, because Drake favors the flavors of souls around those ages.)
[b]Personality:[/b] (Make it as long as you want. Three words or three thousand. Just give the gist or explain everything. But keep in mind that your character will die, so don't pour hours upon hours of work into it.)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Any kind of picture along with a short description. Or a long one without the picture. Add weight, height, all that kind of stuff.
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else you’d like to add. This isn’t mandatory.)
[b]Short history:[/b] (What brought them up to this point. Make it however long you want. But please, keep in mind that you will make more than one character over the course of this roleplay.)