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Erys Isaacs

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a character in “Reapers - Reawakening”, as played by Sunlight

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❝ Erys Yuri Isaacs ❞



❝Come now, do you really think you have a chance?❞



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Another One Bites The Dust | Queen


❝More Than Just A Name❞



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| Nickname | "Don’t call me anything cutesy. It’s annoying."
Isaacs | Yuri [Only close friends call her Yuri. Anyone else gets a swift kick to the face]

| Gender | "I may have not a full body figure, but I would think it’d be obvious."
Female

| Age | "Age is but a number you cannot comprehend."
Nineteen

| Sexuality | "Does it really matter? I thought we were passed these petty things."
Heterosexual

| Soul Element | "Take a guess. I’ll give you three chances."
Earth

| Face Claim | "This face came from somewhere didn’t it?"
Claire Farron [Lightning] FFXIII



❝A wise man told me, ‘know your enemy; know yourself’.❞



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❝ Hiding Behind the Mask ❞



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| Eye Color | "Keep looking and you might not have any eyes."
Sky Blue

| Hair Color | "Make fun of it, you’ll find yourself in a hole."
Strawberry Blonde

| Height | "Didn’t exactly hit a growth spurt when I was going through puberty now did I?"
Five foot four inches

| Weight | "Seriously? "
One hundred and twenty-five pounds

| Skin Tone | "*sighs*"
Pale

| Body Markings | "None that your eyes can see. They are hidden."
A scar along her back.

| Physical Description | "Must I have to explain?"
A unique shade of strawberry blonde makes up most of the coloring of Erys’ hair. Under light, it appears a bright pink color and falls down to her shoulder blades. Because it is curly, its full length would be around her mid-waist. Her bangs frame her face and are normally parted to the left, covering her left eye a bit. Most of the time, Erys leaves her hair down without doing much to it. On occasion, she’ll pull it up into two pigtails or just a regular ponytail, leaving her bangs in place. Standing roughly five foot four inches tall, Sian doesn’t come off as intimidating with her petite frame. She has a slim, defined waist with thick legs that are corded with muscle noticeable down to her calves. Her arms are slim with light muscle mass around the upper part of her arm, however; don’t let that fool you, she is stronger than she lets on to be. She doesn’t have a very feminine figure, however; she still has noticeable curves in the right places. She doesn’t mind that fact about herself since she doesn’t want to draw attention to herself and would prefer it that way. She weighs only one hundred and twenty-five pounds which gives off her small petite frame and adds to her appearance of being intimidating.

Anyone who has stared into a glass of water filled with ice would get the same impression from Erys’ eyes. They are a deep, crystalline blue and appear almost colorless. There is a deep blue-gray ring around her iris that is the only defining color that helps intensify the original color. The shape of her eyes is a bit unique. They are not round, nor are they almond shape. They are a nice mix and are usually very passive. They are also very easy to read, however; it isn’t easy to determine what exactly it is that she is feeling at the moment. Her skin is an extremely pale color. It isn’t a sickly pale, in fact it retains a bit of peachy tones to it and rosy cheeks cover her face. Along the side of her back, she has a deep scar running from the tip of her right shoulder blade to the end of her left waist. She received it in an accident. Erys tends to wear shorts, particularly brown shorts. She just likes them. Regardless the season, Erys always wears a dark gray sleeveless turtle neck shirt accompanied by a white, sleeveless jack with a high collar. The collar of the jacket is usually left open and only fastened by a thick brown belt located at her diaphragm just below her breasts.



❝You only see what I want you to see.❞



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❝ Behind The Façade ❞



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| Habits | "We all have a routine do we not?"
❖ Composed Appearance | She somehow manages to keep a straight face no matter the situation. This has turned into a habit for her and usually, even when she is happy, she’ll keep her poker face as some like to call it.
❖ Answer | She
❖ Answer | She
❖ Answer | She

| Likes | "There are very few things that I like. I just don’t feel the sort of joy one gets from something sentimental
or otherwise."
♄ Red Pandas | She adores red pandas. Why? She thinks they are adorable, but if you call her out on that, she might smack you in the face and call you a liar. Don’t ever call her out on that. Ever. Ironically, she’ll be turned to mush if you offer her something with a red panda face on it. Needless to say, however, she does own a red panda key chain she keeps with her at all times, hidden in her shorts of course.
♄ Grapes | If there was anything that she enjoyed more than Red Pandas, it would be grapes. More specifically, she likes the red and black grapes. She doesn’t like the sour, bitter taste the white grapes give off. Although ironically she likes white grape juice and can usually down a gallon of it.
♄ Sweets | She has a bit of a sweet tooth and usually she likes to indulge it. Her favorite would have to be something along the lines of chocolate and vanilla. Mainly it’s chocolate cupcakes. If you ever get on her bad side, offer her gumdrops. She loves gumdrops more than anything and can usually be seen with a bag of gumdrops in her hand. She goes through about two bags a day, given the bags are only 5oz bags.
♄ Cloud-gazing| In her spare time, she likes to go out on a clear day and sit underneath her favorite tree in the park. Once she does, she’ll be underneath that tree for hours on end, just watching the clouds roll by. It provides a sense of serenity for her and it is probably the only thing that can calm her down after she’s blown up (granted that all the right buttons have been pushed first).

| Dislikes | "You might want to sit down. I have a list"
♣ Alcohol | She doesn’t necessarily hate the beverage, but rather the smell. The strong aroma it lets off gives her a queasy feeling in her stomach. Although she is under age, she has been exposed to Alcohol when she was younger. Of course it was an accident of mistaken identity. She mistook her father’s beer as her soda since they were both in red cups. This is the reason why she hates the smell. It was the first thing to reach her senses before she took a sip.
♣ Cats | God she hates cats. It isn’t necessarily a hate of cats because their cats; it has to do with one, rather two, that she owned while growing up. When she was twelve, she owned an orange tabby by the name of Kyo who she swears was the devil incarnate. He would wait by the door and attack her as soon as she came home from school. Another incident happened just two years ago when she was seventeen. She had another orange tabby named Xin-Xin who was just as evil as Kyo.
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| Fears | "Ha! Me, fear something? Pft, you wish."
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| Strengths | "
I have no comment."
♩ Body Language | She is good at reading people’s body language.
♩ Self-Discipline | One would think with her given attitude that she was brash and reckless. That is far from the truth and in reality, she has complete control over what she does.
♩ Flexibility | Not as in she’s open to anything, but more of a physical flex.
♩ Adaptability | Given that situations change, Erys is able to adapt to fit in each one without having the difficulty of the smoothing process.
♩ Attentiveness | She has a way of listening to people. It’s not something that she enjoys, but when someone comes up to her for questions or problems, she’ll grab a chair and sit.

| Weaknesses | "Wouldn’t you like to know?"
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| Personality | "Someone once said that I am like a tree, strong and sturdy. That person is now buried underneath a tree."
She is a complex maze of rough edges and jagged lines. Not to say that she isn’t friendly, she just isn’t the friendliest person alive. She does have a temper, like most people, however; this temper is usually brought on by excessive annoyances. Usually that means anyone or thing that continues to pester her with questions or bothersome things that do not matter much to her. Although this may be, she does have her moments where she can be calm, and that’s even scarier than her temper. How so? Usually she is the calmest when she is the angriest. That means she’s either planning some horrible way to hurt you, or her next step in revenge against whatever it was that annoyed her so greatly. You think that’s crazy? Wait till you see her when she’s with her friends. She will do anything to protect them, laying her life on the line if it required her to do so. She is extremely loyal to them and will never allow something to physically harm them, at least not while she’s around. She doesn’t allow things to sway her and is always steadfast in what she believes in. She doesn’t like to be down and out if there is still some fight left in her. There are little things that she fears, and even if she does fear something, it is hard to tell as her face remains sturdy and unwavering.



❝I am many things, but I am not nothing.❞


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❝ Replaying the Past and Living The Present ❞



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| Relationships | “Those feelings you get from being with someone? Nah, never heard of ‘em."
Fiammetta Thorne
Lillianna Aretha Dauglas
Morgan
Daemon Vallis
Merrinda Perri
Vincent Valentine



| History | "Interesting how we want to be storytellers, but have no interest in telling our own life story."
YOUR ANSWER



❝Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity, and stumble from defeat to defeat.❞


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So begins...

Erys Isaacs's Story

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The day was coming to its end. Colors painted the sky a purple, orange, and pink hue while crystalline eyes clouded over in thought. It had been a strange day for Erys as she recalled today’s events. First, there was this strange feeling in the back of her mind that she was being followed. Paranoia her friend had stated, but this feeling was so strong, it felt like she was suffocating. She didn’t like this feeling at all and she wanted to get away from whatever the cause was. It wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be and she had taken a few turns here and there, some down a few closed alleys in which she had to retrace her steps. She kept telling herself there was nothing to be afraid of, and that she shouldn’t be afraid. If she were being followed, the perp would receive a brutal beating. She wasn’t exactly trained in self-defense, but she knew how to hold her own against most. With a defeated sigh, she continued on her way home, ignoring the smoke that seemed to rise from the neighborhood she lived in.

It wasn’t until the sirens of the fire trucks snapped her out of her stupor that she finally looked up. It was the house that the little girl, Samantha if she recalled correctly, lived in with her parents. She overheard the bystanders saying something that the house just suddenly caught on fire. The weird thing about it was that no one was seen going in or coming out, meaning that the residents were still inside. Erys felt her heart break a little for the little girl still inside, so she left the scene. Instead of heading home, she decided to go for another walk to clear her mind. The sense of being followed again had crawled up her spine and sent the hairs on the back of her neck on end. She could feel something breathing down the back of her neck, like the sick hot breath of a stalker close to their prey.

She ignored the feeling until she grew closer to inside the city. With more people around, the feeling slowly faded. But the fact that it was still there bothered her. She could feel her temper rising with each step she took. It wasn’t until she finally had enough that she turned around, only to face empty air. She felt a slight slip of her guard, and that was all it took. Something had pushed her rather hard and she fell forward a few feet. She quickly caught herself and regained her composure and turned to see what it was that had pushed her. It was a large, reptilian like creature that was obviously not your average pet. It snarled at her, ready for another attack in which Erys felt a familiar feeling inside of her. The beast charged her, claws outstretched and ready to penetrate her skin. Erys felt her body evade the attack and did a back flip, kicking the creature in its jaw. It let an angry roar escape its throat before it twisted and struck out at her again. She felt its claws rip at her shirt before she caught its arm and twisted it over her shoulder. Evading was becoming difficult as she felt herself tiring.

Dancing with a thing wasn’t exactly supposed to last longer than it should have, so instead of seeing the fight through, she ran. The hexon demon followed suite, and as Erys evaded others on the street, she could feel it lunging for her with its poisoned claws. She turned a corner and felt herself grab the person she almost collided with and twisted both their bodies to avoid the demon that had been following her. She turned to face the male she almost ran into and the first thing she noticed was the startling green eyes he owned. Before she could take in much more, the demon roared and shook off the debris coating its body. She cursed beneath her breath. The demon thing was obviously after her, but who was to say it wouldn’t attack this boy if he got in the way? Instead of running, she charged the demon and felt a familiar surge through her being. She couldn’t recall what exactly happened next as she felt herself black out for a second. Her whole right arm was sticking out of the demons chest, heart in hand as the black ooze dripped from it. She was holding its poisoned hand in her left arm, inches away from her face as it became to crystallize and turn to dust. She placed her shoulders back and sighed.

“Sorry about that,” she stated, turning to see the boy behind her and noticed two others. The woman had blonde hair and seemed to be attending to the black haired boy. Something about the two seemed familiar. An air of familiarity also surrounded the boy she almost ran into. This was turning out to be an interesting day now wasn’t it?

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“Actually, none of this is my own. I am not wounded in the sligh-“ She cut himself off as a strange expression flowed over his face. Any arrogance that had seemed to be in his tone faded. It was as though he saw something
 What Lillianna couldn’t tell. And what did he mean, not his own and not being wounded? Did he hurt someone else? What little colour Lillianna had faded from her face. And icy feeling washed over her. The girl felt a prickling sensation on her face. It was like when her feet would fall asleep.

“You're thoughts are getting worse, as is my headache. No, I am not crazy, and I don't appreciate being thought of as 'unhinged'. True, it may be that I really am no longer very human any more, but I am as sane as you are, Daemon. And no, there is a lot more buried deep within your subconscious, just as there is this woman's, whose name this time around is Lillianna Aretha Dauglas, if I correctly read her." At first, Lillianna had been confused by what this man was talking about. However, by the end she was shocked. How did he know her name? Who was he? Some kind of stalker?

"I'm going nuts. Lance always told me I was crazy but I actually think I've snapped. I didn't think rejection from a guy would just
knock me over the edge." The other man in the room spoke. From what the other man said, Lillianna was sure the brunette was Daemon. If he was crazy, then Lillianna was in a mental institute for imagining all this stuff
 But she was sure this was real
 It felt real.

"You are the new Water Reaper. This night just got simpler. I only have three left to find." What did he mean? “Water reaper?” “Three left behind?” This was like a book
 It was like when the protagonist finds out that she’s special and has some kind of importance that was dire to the whole world. This, however, was the real world. Things like that didn’t really happen, did they?

But why did all this seem so familiar somehow? Why did “Water Reaper” actually seem click within Lillianna? She didn’t know. Lillianna took a few steps back.

"I know you both are confused, and I know none of this makes any sort of sense. But it will get easier. You'll remember me soon enough, along with the others, and who you are. Or rather, what you are. Now, will you come with me, or am I going to have to simply follow you until you remember?" Did that mean he really was some kind of stalker?

Daemon stood and began to walk away after pinching both of his cheeks. Lillianna was in too much shock to move. She tilted her head to the side and her mind buzzed with questions. What was a water reaper? How did thisred-eyed man know any of this? Was this a dream? When did the dream begin? Lillianna didn’t remember falling asleep
 For now, she would just follow the dream where it lead her. If this was a dream, what would it hurt. If it wasn’t
 Lillianna would find out soon anyway.

Recovering a little from shock, Lillianna regained her ability to speak... As much as she could around new people. "W-w-what does this m-m-m-m-mean? W-w-w-w-water r-r-reaper? H-h-h-how do y-y-you k-know m-m-my n-n-n-name?" She stuttered.

“Sorry about that” Lillianna heard. She turned her head to see a strawberry blonde looking at her and the red-eyed man. Lillianna saw that her hand was injured.

“A-a-a-are y-y-y-you o-o-okay?” Lillianna asked in a hushed voice. From where she was, she couldn’t see how bad the wound was. On top of that, she was no doctor. She couldn’t really tell how bad wounds were
 She had to ask. The only way she really knew how to tell how bad wounds were was is a wound was deep, it’d gush. If there was a possible spinal injury, call 911 and don’t move the person. Let the paramedics handle it
 And that was about the extent of her medical knowledge.

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And yet someelse joined their little party as Daemon began to wander off, only to nearly be run over by a female with pink hair. Morgan didn't even have to look at her to recognize her. It was the Earth Reaper. Which left only Light and Darkness. Exasperated, he sighed. What a night. Thoughts were flying every direction, and he was losing track of who was thinking what. Finally, he twirled his scythe once, and then swung it downwards, the blade sinking into stone. A ring sounded out where metal had struck stone, causing the others to lapse into silence and stare at him. There was a flicker of fire in his eyes, but other than that, his expression stayed flat.

"Alright, that's enough. I can't think straight with all of you in one place like this. So..." He stood up straight and closed his eyes. Two copies of himself flickered into life on either sides of him. He turned to one of them, saying, "Find Light and Darkness, they're the only two left." The copy nodded once, and took off. He then turned to the second one. "Take these three back to the base. Explain all you can, but just make sure the get there. Xander is close. I have no doubt he wants to talk to me, so I'll stay here and meet up with you back at the base." He then closed his eyes for a second and relayed the information to his copy with the Fire Reaper. He turned to the others, who al showed stages of shock and disbeleife, nodded once, grabbed his scythe, and walked across the street. Xander would be able to find him. The demon always could.

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[Copy 1 {Fire}]

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"Explain it." The copy smiled slightly again. "Hm, where to begin. Well.....We don't actually know where we came from. For as long as the Reapers remember, we've just been. There are seven Reapers total, one for each element. Air, Water, Earth, Light, Darkness, myself, which is Void, and then there is you. Fire. We each have complete control over our element. They are called the Soul Elements, and in order fro them to become Reapers, they must inhabit a human host body. You have been chosen by the Soul Element of Fire. The Reapers are the only defense for humanity against the creatures we call Demons. Not in the Christian sense, as you'll soon find out, that God does not exist. There are only humanity, the Reapers, and the Demons. No more, no less. The more time you spend near me, the more memories you'll recover, and you'll come to understand exactly what has happened. You'll remember who you were in past lives, who I was, though for me, I've inhabited the same body, this 'Morgan' for one hundred and fifty five years now. As I said, the more you remember, the more it will make sense. Now, the Water, Air, and Earth Reapers are being led back to teh base. Will you join them?"

He waited for her answer. He was hoping she would come. He didn't want to have to do anything drastic, but then again....what she'd once done to him to make him believe...

On the real Void Reaper, his scar itched.



[Copy {Air, Earth, Water}]

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After The true Morgan left the four of them, the copy turned to Daemon, Erys, and Lillianna. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to insist that the three of you come with me. I can explain any questions you may have, but it is going to be getting dangerous, we really should be getting off the streets." He glanced sideways back down the alley, where a Hexon had once been, traces of dust still lingering on the ground. "Unless of course you fancy getting ripped apart by Demons. So....shall we?"

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Lillianna Douglas


The crimson eyed man seemed either frustrated or exasperated
 Maybe both. Lillianna couldn’t tell. His expression barely flickered, so it was hard to decipher. She staired back quizzically.

"Alright, that's enough. I can't think straight with all of you in one place like this. So..." He stood and closed his eyes. Suddenly, there were three of him
 It was as though something were wrong with Lillianna’s vision. Did he drug her somehoe? How did he drug her? Was his plan to kidnap everyone?

"Find Light and Darkness, they're the only two left." He ordered on of his extra’s. But
 People do not order triple visions around, because they didn’t see what other people saw. Did he somehow know what Lillianna was seeing?

His double nodded and left before the one Lillianna viewed as real spoke to the next one. "Take these three back to the base. Explain all you can, but just make sure the get there. Xander is close. I have no doubt he wants to talk to me, so I'll stay here and meet up with you back at the base." Base? What kind of base? He really was trying to kidnap them, wasn’t he?

Lillianna was oddly calm for this kind of situation. Partially, because she thought it was a dream. The other was that as nervous of a person as the girl was, she was also pretty calm. “A-a-are y-y-you t-t-t-trying to k-kidnap us or s-s-s-s-something? D-d-d-did y-you drug us o-o-or something?” She stuttered as usual, but her voice was as steady as it always was when talking to new people. She was more nervous about the strangers than the possibility of being drugged or kidnaped. All the same, she really hoped she was not drugged and about to be kidnapped. Hopefully it was all a dream.

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One-second he was walking away, ready to forget all the ridiculous incidents of the day and the next he was, for lack of better words, flying through the air. Ok, flying may have been an exaggeration but that's what it had felt like in the moment; arms went around him and his feet were off the ground.

His eyes widened at the sight of this woman moving him along. For some reason her touch felt familiar, it reminded him of what it felt like when Lance had held him when he was much younger. Daemon was only slightly taller than the woman, but it was obvious with her moving him that she was clearly the stronger of the two.

A feral roar brought his attention away from the strawberry-blonde woman. It was another one of those creatures from before, the one he had seen the black haired guy kill, though this one appeared bigger than the last. Daemon was surprised once more as the woman, instead of running away from the beast, actually charged it. Another battle ensued, the creatures crystalized, and the woman was left standing as the victor.

"Sorry about that." Daemon heard he say as she observed the people in the alleyway that he had left behind. His head was hurting him, strange thoughts and pictures flittered through his mind. The teen found himself seeing memories through the eyes of both men and women; it felt like him but it wasn't. Seeing the two battles, the latter one especially, made him feel a sense of deja vu as though he's seen and been through many of them himself.

One of his hands shot out and gripped Earth Reaper's arm, the other pressing against his forehead. It gave him some comfort of everything going on to know there was some 'Lance-like' near him. He wasn't really paying attention to what was happening with the others, his mind too scrambled to really comprehend much of anything new.

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Erys heard the blonde haired girl speak to her, still holding some of the black ooze in her hands. She glanced down and flicked the rest of it off and before she could utter a word, she heard the black haired male speak. He was speaking of something about following him, but Erys couldn’t understand. Her mind was busy on the brunette whose hand shot out and gripped her own. She jerked it slightly at the warm touch but soon relaxed. She noticed the boy’s expression turn to a pained one as he gripped his head with the other hand.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, trying to get his attention off of whatever seemed to cause his pain. She was about to shake the boy out of his stupor when the black haired boy mentioned something about being ripped apart by demons. At this, she quirked an eyebrow and tilted her head in a confusing manner. Demons, was that the thing she punched a hole through? It would explain a lot but that didn’t make sense. Demons didn’t exist
at least not to her they didn’t. She opened her mouth to say something, but felt a loss for words. So she stood with mouth closing and opening as a fish would.

“Hold on a second. What are you talking about, Demons? What exactly is going on?” she found herself asking. Usually in a situation like this she would have laughed and walked home. But she couldn’t deny the familiar feeling flittering around in her stomach like a bunch of butterflies that wouldn’t stop dancing. Plus she didn't want to follow some complete stranger (regardless of that little voice in the back of her head) somewhere where they could just kidnap her or something. Then again she was less skeptical about something like that after fending off that lizard thing.