[size=+1]*Dead* OOC Registration for Eternal Service as an Ethereal Task Force Operative[/size] Congrats, you've died! Yep, we're starting with this. You are now a barely metaphysical manifestation of thoughts, experience, knowledge, feelings and secrets wrapped up in something akin to a slightly weird atmosphere. The fact that you're even...doing whatever you do now instead of draw breath is down to a powerful Alicorn with power over the souls of the deceased. She's rather sweet, in her own way, residing in her throne carved from the stone of her cave. The bizarre blue tinted light from the many plinths containing burning flames catch her empty eye socket when her hood happens to fall out of the way. The tall horn on her head seems to move with an unearthly weight, almost as if distorting the light it passes through. Her binding possession over you is incredibly strong but it's only now she chooses to pull you into something more grounded before her, pleased with the haul of new recruits. You see, there's nothing she can't make you do should you cross her. This, right here, is the only Princess you need concern yourself with any further. And she desperately and hideously needs you to act in her stead as her happy little minions upon the world above. There are spirits that manage to escape into the world covered in the light the Sisters of the Sun and Moon provide and gorge themselves on so many things this world has to offer. They revel in the emotions of the mortals here. Their tempers run high and they can use that. Some learn how to force a spark of it into their victims to kickstart a chain reaction then reap everything else. Some love the raw burn and radiated aggression of anger or depression. There's something to be said for being able to syphon off the power just floating off of these individuals. Some adore the waves of passion that flood the room when somepony is proud or joyous. Happiness is hard to make in quantities that can satisfy a wayward spirit like this but it's glorious when they do. So, they do often resort to creating more negative emotions. I'm sure you can imagine the carnage. And that's your job: you are commanded to round up or eradicate wayward spirits. Of course, Princess Luna has been doing this with limited success. Afterall, her team eradicated the last batch of minions sent that you replaced. They might not be overtly trustworthy. - Sign Up Sheat (Replying in Character is Optional) The cave is dark, cold and mildly damp. The rippling pools of cool water reflecting the blue fires around the throne carved to resemble a ferocious flame that Princess Solace sat in, her pristine, silver-metal scythe floating to her side, keeping guard over the powerful Alicorn. Her sooty grey mane flickered like a bonfire from beneath her robe, a shocking pink streak covering on half of her face. There was the unmistakable dull white of skull underneath, the movement of her head showing off an empty eye socket next to the rest of the grey coat of the rest of her face and neck that vanished underneath the hem of the robes. Her neck was covered in talismans and keys mixed with an assortment of other, bizarre objects of assumingly some use. Maybe bore symbols resembling cutie marks. Her mouth opens to speak: "OK, Name? Can you be quick, I always find the rigmarole of this to be so utterly, frustratingly and tantalisingly boring." - Name: "Great...Now, umm..." She raises a hoof, various bracelets and bands rattling as her hoof made little circles while her mind jogged through what she was meant to say next. These too had cutie mark like symbols on them. Every single one. "Uhh...You remember what you were, right?" - Race/Species: (Relatively Anything Allowed. More outlandish types are to be discussed with me.) - Gender: - Appearance: "Great! We'll have you kicking flank in no time." You feel yourself growing more...How shall I put this...Physical? Yes, let's try that. You feel a more anchored to one place. Like you actually have an X, Y and Z rather than feeling akin to a sneeze hanging in the air. She smiles, a few strange teeth poking out as she watches you take shape: "Now, you should have your head become less fuzzy as it fills back up with everything it used to have. Keep calm, it's only a little uncomfortable. Moving makes it worse." - Personality: (The More Detail, the better) - Short Biography (Detail is good but you'll likely want to keep a few bits and pieces back for later.) "Mmmhm! This is going well. I'll just finish up." Solace said, the ornate blade of the scythe hanging over your form with all the looming foreboding of an incoming meteorite. The smooth sheen of the blade glowing a dull blue in the flames. "What makes you special?" - Cutie Mark: (Brief Description or Image) - Unique Skills: (Details about each one are appreciated) - Special Abilities: (Dependant on the species. While being an undead minion of Princess Solace will provide you with some, some characters may have a few of their own. This is also at the discretion of myself.) "That's all I need." The fires around the cave flicker down to nothing. The cave drew itself into darkness. It fell still, save for the occasional droplets of water into the pools. Then, the eery blue lights appeared. They were eyes opening and shining down upon you all. "My power will reside within you as the substitute for that which I will take. An exchange for seeing the world above is what I demand." As she speaks, ripples of light run along the contours and edges of Solace's chiselled throne, shining flashes of light over the blade that was now swaying slightly over them. Along it's various contours and edges, it too shimmered with blue hues, it's blade edge becoming ominously bright. "Reincarnation has a hefty price, my little ponies. That price is three centuries of service to the blade, to the protection of living souls and to The Princess of the Dead." The proceeding cackle was...bone-chillingly shrill and harsh: "That being me. As insurance for such a bountiful gift as new life. I will take some of the life you had before, in doing so; tying you, your fates and whatever remains of your time to me." The scythe blade rises up. "Hold still." The slashes of light cleave their way around to each of the party. In the darkness, the blue streaks simply strike across the vision, the only noise is the Princess' low chuckling bounding around the room. Then, the blade was still. The flames roar back into life, bathing the cave in light, just as it was before. On the blade's edge, there hung a collection of objects dangling from loops of leather, forming a strange collection of necklaces. Each one was uniquely familiar. Each one appeared to be the shape of a cutie mark. You look and find your own flank to be marked with something else. It's your cutie mark but...It was altered. They were decayed or aspects replaced with bones or other grim objects. You didn't feel any different. But that didn't mean you weren't. A Cutie Mark shows what your always meant to be. So, what are you meant to be now? "Welcome aboard!" Solace exclaims loudly and proudly. "We're going to get along famously, I just know it!" (For those less inclined to play along or those strangely against reading, here's the Character Skelly on it's own.) - Name: - Race/Species: (Relatively Anything Allowed. More outlandish types are to be discussed with me.) - Gender: - Appearance: - Personality: (The More Detail, the better) - Short Biography (Detail is good but you'll likely want to keep a few bits and pieces back for later.) - Cutie Mark: (Brief Description or Image) - Unique Skills: (Details about each one are appreciated) - Special Abilities: (Dependant on the species. While being an undead minion of Princess Solace will provide you with some, some characters may have a few of their own. This is also at the discretion of myself.) All questions and queries below please. I hope you enjoy!
