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Death (Santa Muerte)

The Pale Rider, The Angel of Death, The Grim Reaper. Call him what you want but the fact remains this is Death personified.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RydeDawg

Description

"The concept of death as a sentient entity has existed in many societies since the beginning of history. In English, Death is often given the name Grim Reaper and, from the 15th century onwards, came to be shown as a skeletal figure carrying a large scythe and clothed in a black cloak with a hood. It is also given the name of the Angel of Death (Malach HaMavet) or Devil of Death or the angel of dark and light stemming from the Bible and Talmudic lore. The Bible itself does not refer to "The Angel of Death"; there is, however, a reference to "Abaddon" (The Destroyer), an Angel who is known as the "The Angel of the Abyss". In Talmudic lore, he is characterized as archangel Samael.
In some cases, the Grim Reaper is able to actually cause the victim's death, leading to tales that he can be bribed, tricked, or outwitted in order to retain one's life, such as in the case of Sisyphus. Other beliefs hold that the Spectre of Death is only a psychopomp, serving to sever the last ties between the soul and the body and to guide the deceased to the next world without having any control over the fact of the victim's death. In many languages (including English), Death is personified in male form, while in others, it is perceived as a female character (for instance, in Slavic and Romance languages).

Santa Muerte is referred to by a number of other names such as Señora de las Sombras ("Lady of the Shadows"), Señora Blanca ("White Lady"), Señora Negra ("Black Lady"), Niña Santa ("Holy Girl"), and La Flaca ("The Skinny One"). Sometimes the name is listed as Santa Sebastienne or St. Sebastienne, ("Our Beautiful Lady Sebastienne"), as St. Sebastian was an early Christian martyr and is, among other things, patron saint of a holy death. Images of Santa Muerte are generally individualistic and personal. No two are exactly the same."

Theme: Oh Death- Jen Titus

Name: Death, Santa Muerte, Sebastienne.
Aliases/Nicknames: The Pale Rider, The Angel of Death, The Grim Reaper.
Gender: Female
Race: The Sealed
Sub-Race: Angel
Age(Actual/Apparent): Unknown

Description: Death, or the personification of death, can take many forms given that she is an Angel created to be more powerful than even the strongest of gods. Over the many eons of being in existence Death has taken on the persona of a young beautiful woman, mostly hispanic in the modern world, to guide souls into the afterlife. Both mortal and immortal; including a few gods who were unlucky enough to find their eternal existence not so eternal. As of now Death looks like a beautiful young hispanic woman with long dark hair, latina olive like skin, and a skinny figure. Always dressed in black to represent the all too familiar color of the demised or the unknowing mysteries of the eternal resting place of the soul. Though not all people are so lucky to see her in her beautiful form and my be so grieved as to see her as the ionic skeletal figure that history has always placed Death as.


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Hair: Long and Dark
Eyes: Pale Green
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 110
Family: The other sealed siblings of Death include: The Angel Apollyon; The Riders: War, Famine, Conquest; Lucifer; The Four Living Creatures; The Angel Metatron.
Spouse/Lover(s): unknown
Weapons/Items: Death's Horse and The Scythe of Death given to the angel by God to reap all manner of beings.

Personality

Death is very much unlike the dreary and depressing figure that many have portrayed her to be. In fact she is very much more upbeat and full of energy, ironically, but one has to remember that even though she is Death that of course is just a Job. Unlike her Riding siblings she is an Angel that follows close to the plan and fate of all beings while at the same time trying to maintain free will for all beings as was the original intention of the Creator-- a perfect mix of divine fate and personal free will. She does not dislike The Creator and is not an enemy like Lucifer, The other riders, and the questionable Apollyon. The Four Living Creatures and Metatron being completely devoted and in love with the Creator. She as well shares a sense of humor with humanity and enjoys the manner of junk food mortals have created-- Mostly: Fried pickles, Mexican Tex Mex, Chili Dogs, Chips, and Soda.

Equipment

Death's Horse: Death's Horse is as much a being itself as Death is, but is in totally controlled by the whims and wishes of Death. Death's horse is not so much a horse as it is a spirit that follows death invisible and can possess a number of objects and animals. Transforming them into new creations that are worthy to be called Death's steed.

Death's Scythe: The weapon is one forged in Heaven and blessed by The Creator with the ability to kill any mortal or immortal including gods. This weapon has taken the form of different blades including sickles, scythes, swords, axes, and anything with an edge. Though this is Death's and will not reap her or the creator who forged it has been known to stray and be "lost" by Death. Meaning it has found it's way into the hands of both Heroes and Villains alike. Though Death may loose her scythe when she is in close proximity of her weapon it will return to her without question.

History

Death has been around since the creation of all things and it is unknown who is older Her or the Angel Metatron who was created to be a scribe. Though it is known that she was there before living things in preparation for them. Though she wasn't necessarily the Angel of Death then but an angel meant to transcend the living beings until the rebellion of Lucifer. After the war in heaven it was then that she was given the role of the Angel of Death. Being around for the years of evolution on all the worlds and whenever a species died off like events such as: The meteorite that killed the dinosaurs, The worlds destroyed by dying stars, Nations committing genocide, The Great Flood, The Ten plagues of Egypt, diseases, and etc. Soon though she was referred to as one of "The Sealed," a group of the universe's most powerful beings that all had been sealed away from all other beings. Though being sealed doesn't always refer to a state of imprisonment but a state in which limits are placed. Though recently the Fallen Angel Mammon in his recent attempts of a sinister plan tried to bind Death to his commands, but instead only broke the seal that was placed on her. Setting Death loose on the universe once more.

So begins...

Death (Santa Muerte)'s Story

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With all the fighting that was going on one would think that any sensible person would stay out of harm's way. Let the soldiers on the side of good deal with all the bad guys and the innocent people who were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But even with all this fighting happening there seemed to be a single pale white car with a green stripe driving up as close to the area as close as possible. It was such a bother being unsealed in the mortal realm, but a job was a job and Death had some work to do.

When the car stopped a young beautiful hispanic woman opened the door to her car and stepped out slowly. She looked out towards the utter chaos of the war zone that was happening in the middle of Wing City. Her skinny latina face expressionless and void of any indication of emotion. What simply mortals these be.

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Santa Muerte, walked out towards that chaos and destruction with little to no fear of her own personal well being. She approached ground zero of the blast that took the bar in a blast of fire and energy. The young hispanic woman dressed in a very beautiful black dress, black high heels, and her long dark hair draped down her back like a hood.

When she approached the first body on the street on her way to the bar she bent down grabbing the victim's wrist. She tilted her head looking a little sad at the poor soul who was caught up in the chaos. "Oh, cariño, podrías haber vivido una vida larga y feliz." she said.

When the Marines approached she stood up and looked at the two soldiers. She raised a brow at them and then tilted her head. "I am on business that supersedes any nations simply little quarrels." Muerte said as she turned back around and bent down picking the victims wrist up once more.

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Muerte would look up at the Marine who grabbed her and she looked a little shocked that she was touched. And before she had time to respond to him she was grabbed by both arms and being forced around. Before long though the very Marine would find that the woman became nearly impossible to move. Like this woman that looked like she wore a size two dress had some strange outside strength.

"Let go of me, mejo!" she said, in a stern voice as if she was his elder. She would rip her arms from the man's gasp and would attempt to shove the man with that same inhuman strength. If not prepared the man would find himself a good yard away from the woman on his ass.

She would then flip her hair and turn away from the marines. Bending down to that same victim and touching their chest. She would tighten her clutch on the man's chest until she pulled her hand away from the victims chest. A white mist like substance following and than vanishing.

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Muerte looked at the soldiers and shook her head at them, there was too many bodies and they were beginning to bag and tag the others. The woman in black rolled her eyes once and for a moment it was as if she vanished from sight and suddenly a white mist seemed to come off every dead body and fade as it either rose into the air or lowered to the ground. Until the other being came and took what souls she could not collect.

"Maldito sea ese demonio y sus caminos! Yo le cosechar y asegurarse de que se quema en el infierno!"

She would return back from her little vanishing act as she followed a fellow being escorted away on a stretcher. She would be seen holding the man's hand as he gripped her hand with what little strength he had. Holding the man's hand until he was whisked away into the ambulance. The man was dying and as the woman's hand was separated from his grasp the white mist flowed out and she gripped it tightly until it faded.

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When the last soul was reaped that wasn't taken from the place she would find a few soldiers or marines were back on her tail. She remained where she was and looked at them with her pale green eyes. She pushed her hair behind her ear and waited for the soldiers to approach her.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked the soldiers. Muerte glanced around the area and nodded her head after each soul of a victim killed in the chaos was collected. Except for the bodies that were taken away by a different force took both soul and body away from the area. Muerte on the other hand only took the soul and left the body for the friends and family to collect.

She of course cursed under her breath at the wicked being Gro'chal and his ways. Always a throne in her side, but he'll get his in due time. No immortal truly holds the key to eternal mortal life.

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When the last soul was reaped that wasn't taken from the place she would find a few soldiers or marines were back on her tail. She remained where she was and looked at them with her pale green eyes. She pushed her hair behind her ear and waited for the soldiers to approach her.

"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked the soldiers. Muerte glanced around the area and nodded her head after each soul of a victim killed in the chaos was collected. Except for the bodies that were taken away by a different force took both soul and body away from the area. Muerte on the other hand only took the soul and left the body for the friends and family to collect.

She of course cursed under her breath at the wicked being Gro'chal and his ways. Always a throne in her side, but he'll get his in due time. No immortal truly holds the key to eternal mortal life.

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Muerte looked around the area that was being cleaned up by the number of teams called in to sweep the mess away. The body bags that now carried so many of the innocent and not so innocent victims of the chaos that sprung up so suddenly. It was disheartening and the woman clearly looked a little saddened by it. Though the emotions weren't for the ones that died, but the family and friends still alive.

After some time the woman in black looked back at the soldiers that questioned her-- with guns pointed. She stepped forward towards the soldiers with her hand reached out towards the guns. She moved slowly and attempted to touch the weapons with a great amount of care so not to startle the marines in front of her. "Las armas de los mortales avanzar una vez más y que ustedes los humanos bendita entre las creaciones encuentra con ganas de guerra una vez más. Tan frágil y potente entre otros - los favorecían."

With a sigh the woman shook her head. "I am the one that many mortals call Death."

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"Ferry souls? Yes, I suppose I do though it's not in the manner you would think I ferry souls. A lot of you older humans had a way of explaining things to one another when you had visions or witnessed things you could not comprehend. A lot of you do that to this very day behind a new religion of advanced sciences." She said, walking among the soldiers. She would smile at the one that whistled and flip her hair. She seemed a little lively for a girl who claimed to be death.

"A lot of you humans call me Santa Muerte in mexico so I thought this form was appropriate to take." she said. She would vanish before the soldier's eyes and would reappear behind the one the whistled. Her arms reaching from behind the man and wrapping them around his chest like a playful girl would do.

"Now who said death had to be a crusty old man?"

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Muerte stepped away from the soldier once the Sergeant stepped in and she just pushed her hair behind her ear. As he asked his questions she pulled on her dress to tighten out any wrinkles and then cleared her throat.

"That really depends on the orders I'm given from the big guy upstairs. If he wants someone well placed out of the mortal realm than I'm the girl he calls. Not to mention some pesky fallen angel is the one that forced me to be seen by you mortals. I usually just follow you around without you noticing...A little friendly advice, Sergeant. Don't miss the next holiday with your father."

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#, as written by lml55
Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ Man this city is HUGE! ”

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#, as written by lml55
Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ *feels a slight tremor of energy* ”

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#, as written by lml55
Character Portrait: Tento Flare Tento Flare says,
 “ what WAS that ”

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#, as written by lml55
oh hi there

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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.

There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.

Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.

"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.

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"Bristol, very nice to meet you," Aneres extended her own hand and delicately gripped his. She frowned upon hearing that he didn't know what it was either.

"I am Aneres, as I prefer to be called," She regally addressed Bristol with a smile, "Princess of Aurealas. A pleasure to meet you. Is that what brings you here? Looking for the source of the disturbance? I will admit I haven't felt it anywhere else but here."

One of her Over's coughed. She rolled her eyes. They were always concerned she would reveal too much. Aneres had yet to do so.

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The Rocketeer mutters "Bloody Hell... How'm I gonna get off-planet?"

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 “ Ha. That's my problem too. Where you tryna get to? ”

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 “ Anywhere but here/ ”

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 “ Ha. See you, man. I gotta go somewhere. ”

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As Peter continues down the street in his heavy armor, he glances around. He's searching for someone, even if it takes him forever to find them. All he knows is that they're somewhere in this city. In his momentary thought, his eyes pass over a few people, one of them being the very person he was looking for. They should recognize him easily enough, though, so maybe this mistake won't cost him anything. He turns on his radio, rapidly tuning through frequencies until he finds one, a simple music station. He listens as he advances further down the street.

In a little cafe, just the other side of the border...