Sign Ups

"Gods? Why would we need gods to worship, when we have shaped the world ourselves?"

Akita, realm of immortals. Duties are shared, and the world is as close to a Utopia as possible. Lands are changing shape daily, and wars have not broken out for the past millennia. However, there are rules written in stone that all creatures understand.

1 - Immortality must be taken away at some point. The Reapers are not to be attacked for their job.

2 - Discrimination against others for their status is outlawed. You will be banished from your land, from your homeworld, or from the realm itself. A Reaper may silence you if they deem fit. Arguing with the Gods of Fate shall have similar consequences.

3 - The destruction of property is immoral, and banishable.

4 - The Temple of the Blessed is sacred. Fighting there will result in immediate Reaping.

Of course, we have created our own, but those who began the world, who first created life, the 'Blessed', created the rules as they deemed fit. No one argues.

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Rules:

1. No Goddmodding/Puppeting
2. Do not argue with myself or other members of the roleplay. You can be kicked for that.
3. Hate the OC, not the player.
4. Responses must be 3+ sentences. If you don't do this a lot, get out of your comfort zone and try describing things more!~
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Forak | Land of the Fire

((Both open for interaction))

Forak walked through the marketplace, hearing the whispers from the locals. Her many eyes followed others, of which immediately grew silent. She had been known as one of the many Reapers who easily snapped, and the atmosphere proved it so. The scent of flowers, pastries, and other things wafted through the marketplace, brought by brave souls who had ventured down to sell their wares for easy cash.

Solis | Land of the Sun

The white stag looked out at the Land of the Earth, trying to catch glimpse of anyone traveling to the golden cities of his home. He always had such a strange fascination of the Land, but the temples helped him not put so much strain as he helped the rest of the Gods of the Sun to raise the bright star. Eventually, he lay down and started to snack on a masterfully crafted pastry.

He trots up to Forak, nudging her as a hello.

Hel moved on from the spot it was standing. The only life around it was the burning fires, consuming the area. The trees where only black stripped corpses, along with the shrubs. The sky was dark at the cause of the smoke. It didn't know how the deities here didn't suffocate because of it.

Turne- Fire


Turne was wandering throughout the marketplace. With her gentle pale colors she seemed incredibly out of place, like a cat among dogs.

Thyia | Land of Earth
Thyia woke up. Her blanket of grass receded. Slowly, she stood up and looked around. She wondered what the other gods were up to on this fine day. She trotted off to find someone to talk to. As she went, flowers bloomed about her, as if coming out to see the fair goddess.

Forak | Land of the Fire

"Friendly as ever, Caspian?" Forak said as she continued to pad throughout the marketplace. "And, by the way, have you seen Hel around? I can't seem to find her lately." Her tail swished, knocking rocks and other debris to the side.

"Nope, somewhere where the fire runs though, that's for sure." He says, kicking a rock forward with his paw like soccer.

Forak | Land of the Fire

"Hmph. That isn't much of a help," Forak sighed. Her eyes continued to scan as she searched for any continuous trouble-makers, the old familiar need to carry out her duties lingering. She made a turn to head to one of the usual places her fellow Reaper stayed in.

Caspian l Land of Fire

He follows quietly, growling at all who look at them.