name: jack
alias: Melancholy (Mel for short)
age: 21
In this world, people fear a being called “the grim reaper”. though people think there is only one reaper. While in truth, there is a whole organization of reapers.
In this organization of reapers, there are various classes of such, each with specific requirements pertaining to their title/job.
The only way to become a reaper is to either kill one (defeat death). Or be chosen by an unclaimed death scythe.
A death scythe is the weapon of any reaper. Though that’s basically just a title, not all death scythes are actually scythes.
Jack, being a normal human until the day he was chosen by his scythe Moka, is forced into this world of reapers. Even though he would never want to willingly kill someone.
He was given the alias “Melancholy” by the other reapers, and even Moka calls him such (Mel, for short). Pertaining to his usual attitude.
Moka, is the personality inside Jack’s scythe. Usually being rather brash, or impulsive in nature. She’s the one who originally started calling Jack “Melancholy” , as a way to tease him for his calm and sometimes kind of gloomy nature. Though it eventually stuck as a nickname for him.
She’s rumored to be a high level scythe. There are even rumors stating she is the scythe of one of the original reapers. Though what her power is, or what her owner is capable of doing, has yet to be found out, as she has never actually chosen a partner, until now.
To that end, with such rumors behind Moka’s name, other reapers find jack unfitting for her. Despite the fact SHE chose HIM.
Personality:
With the name “melancholy” its kind of easy to guess his personality. Usually very calm by nature, and rather innocent. Though knows how to laugh. Though, even with his usual calm nature, he can become quite mad. Showing great force on the rare occasions he’s genuinely enraged.
Doesn’t really care much for fighting or killing. And rarely ever does so. Not really being afraid of his higher ups, cause Moka was the one who chose him. So has immunity from ramifications. Even though he knows that excuse will probably overstay its welcome one day.
Background:
Before becoming a reaper, he was basically just a normal human. Trying to go about his life, while also trying to find his way/who he is, etc. attended a college, rode his motorbike from a small and cozy apartment to school, and to his part time job every day. Overall, a pretty normal existence.
Until one day, there was an accident on a bridge, while on his way to school. His bike was hit from behind, by a car who had been rear ended. Both him and his bike, as well as the car who hit him directly, were all thrown off the bridge. Despite sustaining a few broken bones from the collision of vehicles and the impact of the water, he did what he could to help the people out of the submerged car, as it was filling with water all to quickly.
Finally they were able to get the door to open. The driver and his wife grabbed their child, and started making their way to the surface. Preparing their “thank you” to jack, in their heads. Though surfaced alone.
After opening the door for the couple, jack’s jacket had become snagged on part of the vehicle’s jagged metal; caused by the accident. With more than half his air gone, and quickly running out, jack found himself in to much of a panic to simply rip the jacket off of him. With the surface getting farther and father away, as the car dragged him down, jack soon lost consciousness.
Soon after, he woke up to someone’s voice calling him. Peeling his eyes open, he saw himself floating in an empty space. The car which dragged him, his wrecked bike, even the scenery of the world the was at the surface, which he so longed for, were all gone. Everything at the surface being replaced by nothing more than a light, as though he was floating deep in the ocean, mid day.
Even with the light there, this place still felt just as cold and melancholy as the place he was previously at.
After a short while, the voice that called to him seemed to coax him into reaching out. Letting him realize this shouldn’t be the place he dies. Reaching out to a strange glow; seemingly the voice that spoke to him, he tightly grasped it.
Moments later, we woke up standing on the top of the bridge where he had died, looking down to see police boats, and divers looking for his body. Though to no avail. Feeling something clinched in his hand, he looked to it, seeing his scythe. Introducing herself as Moka.
Despite being a reaper, jack tries to go about his old life. Though often interrupted by jealous reapers, who want Moka for themselves. Or various creatures that tend to reside in the new “world” he has been introduced into.
Even with Moka being the one to give him the hellish life of being a reaper, and her constant teasing/ragging him, he has grown accustom to her company, and wouldn’t give her to anyone, even if he could.
And with Moka being his scythe, he can call her physical form out at any time.
(she dosent have a humanoid looking form....as of yet. still contemplating : p )
