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“Yes very much so…” *she said her voice so soft that it was barely above a whisper. She was shaking in excitement.*

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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*Her face turns a deeper shade of red and she nodded softly in response. She couldn’t resist the offer to be alone with him.*

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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Art

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New character:

Noah Whiteclaw

Age: 32

Appearance:

Tall and lean, with a strong, imposing presence. He has short, dark hair and piercing green eyes that seem to see through everything. His usual attire includes a long, dark coat and gloves, giving him a mysterious aura.

Personality:

Reserved.

Passionate Lover:

Brave but flawed

Abilities:

Grim Reaper: Noah has the power to escort souls to the afterlife.

List Keeper: Noah is given a list of souls to reap, which he is supposed to follow strictly.

Backstory:

Noah grew up in a small, close-knit community where he experienced a sense of security and belonging. His life was upended when a catastrophic event claimed the lives of his family. On the fateful night, Noah was away from home due to work, he returned; his house engulfed in flames. The blaze was intense & the smoke & heat made it impossible for him to get close or rescue anyone.Noah’s guilt stems from his inability to save his family . He arrived, finding only the smoldering ruins of his home and no sign of his loved ones. Surviving the fire while his family died leaves Noah with overwhelming guilt. He struggles with the belief that he does not deserve to live while those he loved were taken from him.

Noah’s guilt drove him to attempt suicide. Noah’s suicide led him to become a lost soul, burdened with the unresolved pain and an. In this state, he was transformed into a reaper by Death. Noah began his focus on guiding souls who were suffering or had lives that warranted their departure. His past experiences influenced his approach, leading him to be particularly empathetic and cautious. Intime, Noah’s role began to challenge him. He questioned whether his reaping duties were truly just, especially when he encountered souls who seemed to have unresolved issues or who did not appear deserving he desires to find a more just way to handle souls.

Feel free to dm with plot ideas

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The history of Purgatory:

Between life and death lies the mysterious realm of limbo. Legends speak of a time when Death itself grew weary of wandering and decided to establish a home for himself. He realized his job required more and more souls to be reaped, too many for one person, so he created Reapers. Grim was born from the shadows and remnants of forgotten realms. His servants were pulled from lost souls that wandered the create expanse of limbo. He breathed a sort of life into lost souls giving them a new life as a servant to him. All his servants are under a strict contract to follow their lists.. they must help other souls reach the after life for years until their souls have redeemed themselves. Only then can they finally pass on.

In this dark he also created a town called Grim where all his servants could live when they aren’t reaping the souls of the mortal realm.

The buildings in Grim are a blend of Gothic and Victorian styles, with towering spires, intricate ironwork, and shadowy alleyways. A unearthly chill fills the atmosphere and lanterns glow with an ethereal blue light, providing a haunting ambiance over the deathly neighborhoods of Quiet Passing and Deep Mourning. At the heart of Grim is the Obsidian Plaza, a large square paved with dark stone. Here stands the Obelisk of Souls, a towering monument to mark the location Luminous Library, which contains records of every soul ever reaped. Close the center of the down is the Shroud Market, a bustling marketplace where reapers can acquire tools and relics needed for their duties. Vendors sell everything from enchanted scythes to potions that protect against vengeful spirits. Nearby is the Shadow Tavern, a popular spot where reapers unwind and share stories of their exploits. It is run by an enigmatic figure known only as The Keeper.

Reapers are the primary inhabitants of Grim. They are chosen for their roles based on their actions in life and their potential to guide souls. Each reaper carries a unique scythe that reflects their personality and method of reaping. There are different types of reapers assigned to different situations of death. The most experienced Reapers belong to The Overseers of Grimm, a group dedicated with protecting the records and relics of Grim. They are silent and imposing, ensuring that the town’s secrets remain safe.

A dense forest know as The Wailing Woods surrounds the north side of Grim, filled with the whispers of lost souls. The trees are twisted and gnarled, and a perpetual mist hangs in the air. It is said that the woods are a test for new reapers, where they must prove their mettle. Every reaper that lives in the town has trained in these haunted, mysterious woods and lived through their trials. After all an agent of death must learn some skills to do their job.

To the South of Grim flows The Abyssal River, which serves as the boundary between the town and the realm of the living. This river is another place where lost souls can be found, trapped in the water. Reapers use ferries to cross it when they embark on their missions. The river’s waters are dark and murky, rumored to be the tears of those who grieve the dead.

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I agree with you. I also feel mental disabilities are not recognized by white supremacy. Also my body my choice all the way

I don’t like to be political on this page since I’m trying to stay professional, but my existence is political so here we go.

If you support Trump, unfollow me. I’m over it and don’t give a fuck. You don’t deserve to consume my content while not seeing me as a human being.

I am a queer Indigenous person. He wants me and my family forced onto the Reservation of our Nation for the CRIME of being registered. For the CRIME of acknowledging our ancestors and our families. He doesn’t want me or my family to be able to go to school or work off of that Reservation. Rights Indigenous Peoples have gotten in the last few DECADES (dancing our traditional dances, our religious practices, speaking our own fucking languages), he wants to take away. Trump fucking posted the National Guard outside of Reservations during COVID to prevent my people from getting medical care. Instead of medicine or help, he sent BODY BAGS. He was President and he let his own people die because of where they lived.

Don’t get me started on all the other ways he wants me dead. I have medical issues where it would be easy for me to die during pregnancy. I shouldn’t be allowed to love another adult because of our sex. I shouldn’t be allowed to work , have children or own anything because technically I’m disabled.

He is a convicted felon. If he can’t vote, he shouldn’t be President. If you are even considering voting for him, unfollow me, because you don’t see me as a person. I would rather never make another cent off my writing than have people that think my death and my rights being stripped away is a fair trade for another old White Supremacist to be in office pay me.

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Clara blushes back and leans in, close enough to kiss. “Good because This nude beach is the first time I’ve seen you naked.. but I kind of wish it was in a more private space..” she giggles.

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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Clara took a deep breath, feeling the color rise in her cheeks as she prepared herself for what she was about to do. Her mind raced with a thousand doubts, but she knew she had to ask the question that had been on her heart for so long. She looked up at the Doctor, his nickname given affectionately by their friends, her eyes searching his face for any sign of how he might respond. The beach around them seemed to grow quieter, the air thicker with anticipation.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart pounded in her chest, every beat echoing the vulnerability of her question. She had rehearsed this moment in her mind countless times, imagining all the different ways it could go. Yet now, standing here on the shore, it all felt so real and so terrifying. Clara waited, the silence stretching out as the Doctor’s expression shifted from surprise to something softer, something she couldn’t quite read.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The gentle crash of the waves, the distant laughter of children playing in the sand, the call of seagulls overhead—all of it ceased to exist. There was only the Doctor, and the question that hung between them like a fragile, delicate thread. She held her breath, hoping with all her heart that his answer would be the one she longed to hear.

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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“Yea it’s my favorite alcoholic drink.. I wanted to ask you something…” she said blushing and drinking slowly.

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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*She giggles and orders him a Long Island because it is her favorite. Though she isn’t sure if it might be too strong for him or not* “This is called a Long Island.. it’s my favorite.” *She says smiling at him as she sips at hers slowly*

“Well hello so sorry I didn’t mean to fall ontop of you.. I’m Clara and you are who exactly?”

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