Drop Dead: Sign Ups

[Minty Electronica]

Drop Dead
Only the good die young.​

Disclaimer: Stop right where you are, potential roleplayers, for this important warning. This game is not for sensitive audiences. First and foremost, it takes a light view to religious figures, places, and events. Satan is a brooding narcissist. Lucifer is the stereotypical archvillain (with random lightning striking from out of nowhere). Beelzebub is Satan's (nearly literal) footstool. Jesus likes to go to Starbucks for coffee (and to freak the locals out), and the four Archangels rent a penthouse in upper Manhattan while God's Metatron likes confusing the other angels by going by a different name every week. (This week, it's Al.) And the Apocalypse is not eminent doom resulting from a war between Heaven and Hell. It's actually "that funny little thing that happens once every eon that both sides would like to try covering up with something on a grander scale… because it sounds nicer to the mortals."

And on top of that, this game focuses mainly on black comedy. As in, it makes fun of something serious. Namely, death.

If you're okay with all of that, read on. If not, really, don't flame me for it. You've already been warned.

That said…



Storyline: The universe. Nothing is wider than its vastness, older than its timelessness, and more infinite than its depths. Throughout time, man has struggled to grasp its mysticism and to understand its every mystery. The closest they have come was to separate it into three plains: Heaven, Hell, and the region known as the Middle. However, they have never come to know the other plain that exists just behind the Middle. This fourth plain, the land of the newly dead, is known to the locals as simply Elsewhere.

YOU ARE THERE.

Yep. Whether you like it or not, you're dead. Oh well. Life was fun while it lasted, right?

Oh, you may want to know something else. There's a line to get filed into either Heaven, Hell, or back down to the Middle, and its waiting time is about two centuries from where you're standing now. So take a number and sit tight. God says "sorry for the inconvenience." But don't worry. We'll be with you shortly.

In the meantime, why don't you sign up for the Reaper Agency, a special department of the dead whose job it is to go back to the Middle and help the dying cross over to Elsewhere? It really does pass the time, which you will have a lot of because you're, you know, dead.

Oh wait. You don't have that much time either.

See, the Apocalypse (aka "that funny little thing that happens once every eon that both sides would like to try covering up with something on a grander scale because it sounds nicer to the mortals.") is coming soon, and it's at that time that the gates into Heaven are the weakest because the angels are trying to file as many souls into Heaven as possible before the surge of new souls comes in. Meanwhile, down in Hell, Satan and Beelzebub are getting pretty tired of sitting around in the land of darkness and listening to Satan's pet, Lucifer, rant on and on about their plans to corrupt the rest of the human race. In actuality, the fallen angels are getting pretty bored with that (because it's not a challenge anymore), so they're planning on reentering Heaven, just to see if they can.

Of course, such a defiance of God's word wouldn't necessarily undo the entirety of the universe, but it will aggravate the Hole, a strange entity at the center of the universe (crossroads of all four plains) to the point where it may actually implode, taking the plains it's chained to with it.

So, in other words, it's a bad thing.

Long story short, you play a reaper, a being whose usual duty is to, with a single Pokémon partner, travel back to the Middle to help the dying cross over into Elsewhere. Though you may be small and insignificant next to the power of actual angels and demons, you have access to all four plains. (Just don't do anything funny in Heaven, or you'll never get in.) As a result, you hear from someone on one of those plains that Satan is rallying the fallen angels to walk back into Heaven. Yes, walk. Although you most likely know nothing about the Hole, you at least know that's a bad thing. So, you and your fellow reapers are going to try doing something about it.

Problem is, who's really going to listen to a reaper's advice on how to save the lives of countless souls?

Rules:

The game is actually fairly easy to play, though its subject is pretty heavy. However, there's just a few rules to remember:

1. Basic rules of roleplaying apply. No godmodding, Mary Suing, twinking, powergaming, playing someone else's characters… that sort of thing. Just don't do it. If you don't know anything about these terms, go look at the stickies.
1a. Please keep in mind that any character violating any of the basic rules will be shot on the spot. With magical bullets.

2. Please read the following rules and the question-answer session before posting your character profile. There is a secret word you have to include to make sure you've read through all of this, and applications without it will be rejected.

3. Please keep your posts to a minimum of three lines. The longer, the better. This is also a literate roleplaying game, which means you're going to have to write a lot, and you need to keep your posts as coherent as possible. If you try to submit something like the following, I'm going to have to ask you to stop playing:

"Ok, so I c a pigey. pikachu! thundershock it! good. it fainted."

4. Speaking of battle posts, if you wish to have your character battle another, I will not ref those posts, but I will say that you're to describe Pokémon attacks as much as possible because this is a roleplaying game. (Well, duh.) Also, take turns when making battle posts. If I see anyone pulling Matrix stunts by having their Pokémon do impossible things (such as dodging the other player's Thunderbolt at close range), I'm going to have to start reffing battles for you. Yes, we're roleplaying in a world full of angels and demons, but we're not trying to be all-powerful here. Not to mention we're not angels and demons ourselves.

5. Anyone who flames me for religious inaccuracy will be chucked out of the RP and laughed at for not reading the disclaimer. And yes, I'm aware that some people think I'm going to burn for an eternity for this. Just so we know.

6. Yes, it's anal, but try not to choose a Pokémon familiar someone else has chosen. And choosing legendaries for your familiar will get your app not only rejected but also laughed at.


Questions and Answers:

Because of the sheer number of questions in this field, the Q&A section has been given its own page. Please read it. You'll need it to sign up.


Form:

Please note that all questions (except for the obvious "past lives" field) are in reference to your character's last life. When your character died, their appearance, personality, and memories are the most vivid. Hence, their souls will look and act like they did when they were in their last life on Earth.

Full Name: (First and last preferably. No unknowns, please.)
Aliases: (Any nicknames your character would have gone by. For example, if a Katrina went by Kat, put "Kat" here.)
Gender: (Male or female, please. Though your character may have been both in his/her collective lives, we're going to consider that he/she leans toward one pole.)
Age in Life: (Age your character was when he/she died. Your character must be 15 or older. No exceptions. These souls wind up seeing a lot of messed up things that could mess people up, after all.)
Spiritual Age: (Age your character's soul is. It should be older.)
Appearance: (Physical features mainly. Specify whether your character will be wearing the male uniform or the female uniform at the end.)
Personality: (How your character acts. Include flaws, please. Be as human as you can.)
Side: (You can either be on Heaven's side to stop Satan or on Hell's side to, secretly or openly, help Satan into Heaven. Put either Heaven or Hell here.)
Motivation: (Why did your character become a reaper, and why are they on the side they're on?)
Cause of Death: (How your character died. Be as creative and specific as possible. Even saying something as silly as "stuck a fork into an electrical socket" is acceptable. In fact, it's even encouraged over murder.)
History: (Your character's past in life. This does not include any past lives. Please be specific.)
Past Lives: (Please list any past lives your character had. Briefly include the important things people need to know about them, such as who those lives were and what your character remembers from them.)
Familiar: (Species and gender. Every familiar goes by his/her species name.)
Further Notes: (Things not covered above.)
Secret Word:


NPCs

Heaven

Full Name: God
Aliases: The Almighty, the Holy, Jehovah, Allah, Yahweh, and probably some other things too.
Spirit Type: Uh… Almighty?
Gender: Hermaphrodite and asexual at the same time (don't ask) but referred to with male pronouns for no other reason than that His followers were once sexist.
Age: Older than Time itself.
Appearance: Because seeing God would cause one's brain to explode with the inability to the grasp the concept of Him, no one has ever seen Him except for His Metatron.
Personality: Outgoing and whimsical, God is the type of being who would create an entire universe because He was bored. He is, quite simply, an "all-around nice guy" (in the words of the Metatron) – gentle, infinitely wise, laid-back, curious, caring, and above all, honest. He's the sort of entity a person can really trust, though He (despite popular belief) does sometimes make mistakes or take his eyes off humanity for brief periods.
History: In the beginning, there was nothing but God. Don't ask Him where He came from; He just remembers suddenly existing for no apparent reason. Now, He thought it was all fine and dandy that there was nothing but Him, but after awhile, He got bored just looking at absolutely nothing. So, he created the universe. Unfortunately, not long afterwards, he destroyed nearly all life within it by making an appearance to His creation. (The only survivor was the Metatron, who became God's advisor, though not his right-hand man.) So, He tried again to create a universe. And again. And again. And… again. Each time, either the universe was too imperfect for His tastes or someone did something stupid enough to invoke an Apocalypse.

At last, He created as close to perfection as He was going to get – the present universe. Although He wasn't quite happy with mankind, the Metatron was able to prevent him from scrapping yet another universe, and since, he's been tinkering with what he had from a distance (from an almost unreachable corner of Heaven) to bring out the best in the creatures within it while not making their heads explode with the concept of His existence.
Further Notes:
- He apparently likes skeeball.

Full Name: The Metatron
Aliases: He goes by a different name every week. Maybe a month, tops. As of current, he likes being addressed by the name "Al."
Spirit Type: Angel/demigod
Gender: Supposedly genderless, though he looks like and is referred to as a male.
Age: Unknown. (The time between the first universe and every other universe is mind bogglingly incomprehensible. It's explained that it could be anything from one fraction of a second to millions of years because time can't exist without the space provided by the universe. If considering this universe only, then yes, the Metatron is older than Time itself, just like God.)
Appearance: Because God cannot be seen by mortal eyes, the Metatron is actually what most people think of when they come up with an image for God Himself. White-haired, bearded, and with kind eyes, he's very much like a grandfatherly figure, though he wears a loose shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and sandals like a young man.
Personality: The Metatron is literally the voice of reason. He's wise in his own right and fairly laid-back, though he takes his job as God's personal messenger seriously. As a result, he may want to help, but it's God's orders first and foremost, even if there's no current orders to speak of. Though he hates being considered God's puppet, that's essentially what he is. Everything he says is most likely something actually coming from God. That isn't to say that the Metatron isn't his own entity; he simply exists as a translator and has been since he somehow survived the destruction of the first universe.

Full Name: Jesus
Aliases: Well, he occasionally likes to use the Spanish pronunciation in front of mortals, but that's about it.
Spirit Type: Unclassified.
Gender: Male.
Age: Appears in his thirties. Actually over two thousand years old.
Appearance: If you don't know what Jesus looks like, I feel very, very sorry for you. I will say, though, that when in the Middle, he likes wearing a loose, white t-shirt, loose jeans, and a pair of his signature sandals. Sorta like the Metatron.
Personality: Unlike the Archangels, time hasn't changed Jesus's personality. He's still every bit the sweet, wise, and down-to-earth messiah as he was over two thousand years ago. In addition, he very rarely loses his temper, and even then, he carries himself with a patient tone to straighten things out.
History: His time on Earth has been recorded and recited for centuries, but the time after his crucifixion is not entirely well-known. Since his ascent to Heaven, he had been watching over mankind from the lofty kingdom for several centuries. However, like the Archangels, he felt restless, as if he couldn't quite do his job (which he had decided even in life that it would be to help mankind) from where he was. So, within the last twenty years, he descended to the Middle again to wander the Earth in search of someone to help. People who know him (as in, his appearance) mark him off as a modern-day prophet who wanders from town to town (and Starbucks to Starbucks) to teach people about life itself. In return, they give him free coffee, which is merely a bonus in his eyes.
Further Notes:
- Although he's aware that the Archangels are also on Earth, he doesn't interact with them much. It's not clear (even to him) why; he simply doesn't.

Full Name: Michael
Aliases: Michael. He has a flaming sword, and he probably won't think twice about using it on someone who tries to call him anything else.
Spirit Type: Angel.
Gender: Male. (Well, duh.)
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: Fairly tall, with cleanly cut, short, red hair and blue eyes. As the cleanest cut out of the four, he's often seen wearing a conservative suit and tie – namely, a gray pair of slacks, a gray sports jacket, and a white blouse. He also has a pair of pure-white wings that usually remain hidden under the skin of his back until he needs him… which is almost never anyway.
Personality: Often noted for being "the serious one," Michael takes his job as a guardian of sorts more seriously than possibly the other archangels. He's not exactly uptight; he's just passionate. And caring. And, well, just a little stubborn, overly serious, and a little intimidating. (Most reapers who meet him cower in fear because of how intense he can be.) He's loyal to his cause, which is basically to protect the "Chosen People." This may also explain why he chose to live in Manhattan, which is filled with, well, Jews.

However, his frustration in being unable to carry out his original duties often leads him moody, temperamental, and even sarcastic, though he often doesn't mean to be. He's simply not used to life as a civilian – a civilian mortal, at that.
History: Time often softens circumstance, and to prove that, it's been well over two centuries since Michael had taken up the flaming sword and influenced mortals into going into battle to defend their nation. Things weren't always like that. He often recalls days long gone, just after he was created in the dawn of the universe, when he would take up his sword and march off to bring justice into the world with all the honor of a pure knight.

However, as time went by, as the human race became fairly civilized, and as lesser angels began to work for the Archangels (much in the same way office toadies work for CEOs), Michael found that he no longer could serve such a purpose and so wound up wandering the Middle in search of something to do. Although God expressed his want for the Archangels to remain in Heaven, he understood (completely, no less) that sometimes, souls need time away from home to reflect. Therefore, Michael eventually found himself in New York City with permission and encouragement from God to redefine himself for the contemporary ages. At first, he figured he'd only stay for a few months, but eventually, he settled completely in and took a job as an editorial columnist ("Michael Reeve") for a New York newspaper. Though he found that it was far from his early days as the defender of justice in the world, he eventually fell into it as an outlet for his more negative feelings. Not to mention he found that it held a certain power to it – the power to spread knowledge and influence the masses into doing something.

So, Michael eventually found himself content with doing exactly what he had been doing for countless years.
Further Notes:
- Michael was the first to find his way to New York City. The other Archangels, all of whom wound up posing as his brothers, followed not long after.

Full Name: Gabriel
Aliases: Gabe. And even then, only if your name is Uriel. And if Uriel happens to be lucky.
Spirit Type: Angel.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: Medium height and build. Long, red hair draped over his face and blue eyes. Often wears black – black turtleneck, black slacks, black military boots. Also has a pair of wings that remain magically hidden from most eyes.
Personality: Bluntly, Gabriel makes Michael look cheerful. But then again, what would one expect from an angel attributed so much to death?

Moody, brooding, quick-tempered, and dark, Gabriel often keeps to himself as much as possible. He does consider work before pretty much everything else, though it's to a lesser degree than Michael. He doesn't particularly enjoy what he does, but he figures he doesn't have much of a choice. As a result, he may be seen as anything from a depressing pessimist to just plain unreasonable.
History: Gabriel had served many eons in the present universe as the Angel of Death, but it took something as minor as the Bubonic plague to cause God to reconsider letting Gabriel do the job alone. After that event, the Reaper Agency was established, and Gabriel was put in charge. However, the quirk of that job was that he wound up working a desk job, rather than on the field. As a result, centuries wore on, and eventually, Gabriel felt restless.

By that time, Michael had already appealed to God to descend into the Middle for a meditative purpose. Interested in seeing the old dimension again, Gabriel decided to do the same and was enthusiastically allowed a vacation from the office. Eagerly, he descended… only to find himself oddly disappointed. People were no longer as naïve as the ancients. Violence and corruption littered mortals' souls.

And yet, Gabriel found that it was a heck of a lot better than sitting around the agency office.

On that note, Gabriel eventually crossed paths with Michael, who was already in the process of buying a home in Manhattan. With nothing better to do and no will to return to Heaven, Gabriel joined him with the promise to help with the rent. To do so, Gabriel took up painting, a seemingly easy task that, for one reason or another, took in a decent amount of money. He sold whatever he made on street corners for a nice amount, so, without having to worry too much about taxes, was able to support his share of the penthouse while venting his disillusionment on canvas.
Further Notes:
- Gabriel is essentially an artist. He doesn't really feel motivated enough to commit himself to a mortal's job, so instead, he paints and sells whatever he makes on online auctions.
- Gabriel's actual job is to head the Reaper Agency and so receives nearly daily reports from Honey. It is at these times – when he gets to work – when he's almost cheerful.

Full Name: Raphael
Aliases: Raph to most mortals and Uriel.
Spirit Type: Angel.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: Lanky, pale-skinned, and brown-eyed. Like his "brothers," Raphael's current "incarnation" has red hair, which he usually pulls into a ponytail. His normal style of dress consists of gray slacks held up by black suspenders, a white blouse, black dress shoes, and wire-rimmed glasses (although he actually doesn't need the latter – he thinks they make him look more intelligent). Also, like the other Archangels, he does have a pair of wings, though he doesn't often use them anymore.
Personality: Unlike the aforementioned Archangels, Raphael is actually very cheerful most of the time. He's often seen smiling, and he's always willing to lend someone a hand (and then make a friend in that person). Kind, down-to-earth, and intelligent, Raphael's actually more of a pillar and voice of reason among the four than even Michael. With his never-ending amount of patience, Raphael simultaneously (or close to it, at least) keeps Michael's neat freak side to a minimum to save everyone's sanity, prevents Gabriel from rashly going out and killing half of Manhattan to relieve stress, and cheers Uriel up in his darker moments. In other words, if Raphael wasn't there, the other Archangels would wreak havoc all over New York City.
History: Although Raphael was always free to go from Heaven to the Middle (and vice versa) whenever he pleased, he never really did so because he never really felt the need to. He preferred helping humanity from his place in Heaven, not because he thought he was better than anyone in the Middle but instead because he figured it really didn't matter where he did his job; it got done either way.

However, not long after Gabriel joined Michael on Earth, Raphael learned that he was desperately needed. Whether it was just the aura of New York City or the fact that two very distant (and different) Archangels in the same place that did it, Gabriel and Michael soon wound up getting on each others' nerves to the point where, if pushed any further, it'd endanger half of New York. Quickly, Raphael descended to Earth and intervened. For the next few months, the Archangel stayed with Gabriel and Michael to keep their irritation towards each other at bay.

When he felt they were stable enough, Raphael attempted to return to Heaven, but the Metatron stopped him with the message that God wanted him to remain with the other two Archangels to keep the same thing from happening all over again. Not really minding where he was (and not wanting to disobey the Almighty), Raphael settled into the penthouse with the promise to find a job and support his share of the living costs. To do the latter, Raphael soon took up a job as a social worker in a school not far away. Although it was a change from his usual duties as a healer, Raphael found that he felt happy helping children develop and avoid gang life.
Further Notes:
- Raphael did have to study for a few years before getting a job, but Michael didn't seem to mind as long as he was doing something. Gabriel couldn't care either way if Raphael jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Full Name: Uriel
Aliases: Uri. He prefers that everyone call him that.
Spirit Type: Angel.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe, though he looks younger than the other Archangels.
Appearance: Fairly petite but thin. Has bright, brown eyes and short, flaming-red hair. Often seen in a brown shirt, a pair of blue jeans, black boots, and a baseball cap.
Personality: Unconfident and obedient, Uriel is almost like a child (though he may not have been in ancient times). Uriel is inexperienced with the world (despite having watched it for several eons) and thus doesn't quite get it at times. Although he's generally cheerful and soft-spoken, he's also very shy and tends to think of himself as not much more than either a burden on the other Archangels or a "filler angel" for the spot once held by Satan. He sometimes needs reassurance (especially from Raphael) to snap out of the latter thought.
History: Unlike the other three Archangels, Uriel did not descend to the Middle by choice. Realizing that, even after countless eons in his post, Uriel was still desperately naïve, God sent him down to the Middle to learn more about what he was watching through experience. Although Michael and Gabriel nearly turned him away, Raphael convinced the other two to take Uriel under their wing. After all, Uriel was not much more than a boy in a dangerous world.

After finally being allowed to join the other three, Uriel was enrolled into the school Raphael worked at so that the latter could keep a close eye on him. Since that point, Uriel was primarily a student, using the curriculum the high school offered to learn what he could from books and the hierarchy of the student body to learn what he could from experience.
Further Notes:
- Uriel is the only one who doesn't have to pay for his share of living expenses. However, Raphael (who seems to like the boy) takes care of him (much to the dismay of Michael and Gabriel).
- Michael secretly likes Uriel as much as Raphael does. However, he feels that Raphael's treatment of the youth will only hinder his mission to learn about Earth.
- Gabriel, meanwhile, dislikes Uriel with a bit of passion. Then again, Gabriel pretty much dislikes everyone with a bit of passion.

Hell

Full Name: Satan
Aliases: Satan. And if you call him otherwise… Hide.
Spirit Type: Fallen angel.
Gender: Male. And definitely proud of it.
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: Contrary to popular belief, he is not big, red, and horned. (See Lucifer.) He is, however, tall, willowy, and pale-skinned, with short, black hair with long, black bangs going over one of his pale blue eyes. He's usually dressed in a black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black military boots with a black trench coat over pretty much everything. His only accessory is a black choker with a gold pentagram clipped to it (like a dog tag).
Personality: Though Satan is twisted and sadistic, those only come as a result of being in eternal darkness since before the creation of man. His primary trait, however, is vanity and pride. He loves himself, he knows it, and (even worse) he believes he needs to be treated like royalty because of it. A born leader, he has enough charisma to persuade a third of Heaven to join his side before the Great Fall, and even after that little "setback," his fellow fallen angels still stick to him with unbending loyalty (even if he doesn't entirely care about their well-being).

Since the Fall, his talents in persuasion have translated into talents in manipulation. He can make most beings in Hell and the Middle do whatever he wants just because he makes offers few people can refuse (including "I promise I won't kill you if you do exactly what I tell you to do").

What makes him the most dangerous, however, is the fact that on top of all of that, he's also extremely intelligent and easily bored. That, of course, feeds into his almost psychotic degree of narcissism and his boldness to do things just to see if they can be done, respectively.
History: Long, long ago, Satan had been one of God's most loyal and able servants. Dedicated to his job, Satan would carry out any duty God gave him without question. He was happy to be at God's side, especially with the knowledge that he was His favorite angel.

However, with the creation of Jesus's soul (aka "God's son"), things changed. Jesus was crowned God's right-hand man, and that alone fanned a spark of darkness in Satan's heart. Satan believed that he did more than enough work than his job really required, but he never got a reward for it other than a pat on the head. The more he brooded over this, the more the darkness within him grew until he finally decided to do something about it. Using his persuasive skills, Satan talked to as many angels in Heaven as possible to get them to join his side for a revolution. He didn't care if the ones who declined told God; he wanted more of a challenge so that, if on the off-chance he managed to actually defeat his own creator, it would only prove his point more.

Unfortunately, even if his army wasn't outnumbered by God's (as it stood, it really was two angels on God's side to every one on Satan's), God personally wiped out Satan and sent him to the previously empty void beneath the Hole, Hell. (Not long after, God filled the gap that Satan had left with Uriel.) Enraged by his loss, Satan took a few years to recover and rally his followers again before thinking of a way to get back at God.

Struck with an idea, Satan used his own skills to create beings to inhabit Hell. (Though it seemed godly that he could do it, his beings were separated from true creations of God by the simple fact that God's beings had souls, whereas Satan's didn't.) Using these creatures, Satan tore a hole between Hell and the Middle (not caring at all about Elsewhere) to see what was there. Unfortunately, he found what inhabited the Middle and quickly formed a second plan.

For the next several eons, Satan wreaked havoc on the unsuspecting humans that inhabited the Middle. His goal: to corrupt all of creation to turn it against God.

Luckily, he's remained, for the most part, unsuccessful. Mankind, however, soon began corrupting itself, which only irritated Satan even further. Eventually, he had to come up with a third plan: to storm Heaven itself once again. And finally, it's about to come into action.

Full Name: Beelzebub
Spirit Type: Fallen angel
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: To put it simply, Beelzebub looks very much like Satan. He's tall, willowy, and blue-eyes with wild, black hair. His manner of dress is usually all black, with a black shirt, tight, black, leather pants, black gloves, and black military boots.
Personality: Beelzebub, put into few words, is Satan's toady. Although he can think for himself, he usually prefers to follow whatever Satan tells him to do. As a result, he really doesn't have a personality that differs too much from Satan, though he seems to be slightly more moral. He doubts Satan at times (secretly, of course), and he often visibly tries to be evil, rather than allow evil to come naturally.

He is not a subject of pity, however. He really is just as much of a scumbag as his "master." He's also pretty spineless and rarely does anything without a superior's (read: Satan's) okay.
History: From the get-go, Beelzebub stood as Satan's right-hand man, though Beelzebub himself was never an Archangel. Although he often tried to advise Satan to take a quieter route than revolution (and then the corruption of mankind), he could only find himself swept along for the ride as Satan and his army rose up against the angels. He fought half-heartedly, knowing all too well that God's punishment was about to come down hard on all of them, and though he showed remorse for having done what he did, God banished Beelzebub with Satan to Hell.

Unlike Satan, Beelzebub showed only minor anger (and more inner self-pity) upon being exiled. However, despite the fact that his heart wasn't into his new line of work, he was still afraid to invoke Satan's wrath and so worked to help him corrupt mankind.

Full Name: Lucifer
Spirit Type: Demon
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown. Several millennia.
Appearance: Think of the classical interpretation of the devil. Red-skinned, horned, cleft-hoofed. All that good stuff. That would be Lucifer, not Satan. However, in the Middle and Heaven, because he can't take his usual form, he takes the form of a large Houndoom.
Personality: Being the demon with the closest form of a soul as Satan could get, Lucifer has almost a mind of his own… and it's extremely evil. Though he doesn't top his master in the art of being an evil *******, he still tries, and he at least is evil enough to scare little children (and, most of the time, older adults). He's cold, manipulative, sadistic, violent… Pretty much everything one would expect.
History: Sometime after the Fall, Satan began creating creatures that could serve to do the dirty work for the fallen angels. His favorite happened to be one of his most powerful, Lucifer. There's not much more to Lucifer than that. He has, since his creation, been serving at Satan side, corrupting masses of people, destroying civilizations, and generally wreaking havoc on Earth.
Further Notes:
- It is an irony that Satan gave his demon his former name. However, there is a difference between the two.

Elsewhere

Full Name: Lola
Spirit Type: Angel
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown. Supposedly as old as the current universe.
Appearance: Medium height and build. Short, purple hair and green eyes. Female reaper uniform. Glasses. That's all you really need to know.
Personality: Lola is more or less what one would expect from an office worker – cynical and sarcastic but unable to quit her job. She's dedicated to her work, but at the same time, she's irritated by the newbie souls (and sometimes the more experienced ones). That may be because she's not only a recruitment officer for the Reaper Agency but also a sorter serving St. Peter (as in, she sorts people into their most appropriate afterlives) as well as one of the counselors who give newbie reapers their orientation. Though that may make any ordinary angel stressed out, Lola takes things at her own pace and gets the job done with her strong will, stubbornness, and general determination. Thus, the most she gets is irritation, not insanity.

She also commands attention, which is why most angels admire her. If someone's not listening to her when she says something important, she'll find a way to get her point across. She really has zero tolerance for incompetence and for goofing off.
History: Lola began life as an ordinary angel created just after the start of the universe. She spent many happy days as an innocent in Heaven, but just after the war that led to the fall, she became slightly bitter. God attempted to cheer her up by giving her more to do (as a virtue working in sorting), but as time wore on, she only fell into further misery for reasons unknown to even God Himself.

Oddly enough, after the announcement of the formation of the Reaper Agency, she wasn't expected to sign up as a virtue working for them, but ironically, she was one of the most enthusiastic new recruits. She started off as a regular reaper, but soon, new souls trapped in Elsewhere began doing the job of reapers, and angels were dismissed back to their original positions. Pleased by her dedication (and the fact that she seemed more positive in the agency than off), God promoted Lola to a counselor position among the Reaper Agency. She's been working that position since.


Player-Controlled Characters:

Dagny Bailey
Lenore Stone

 

[Minty Electronica]

Full Name: Dagny Bailey
Aliases: Dag, though she prefers Dagny.
Gender: Female
Age in Life: 23
Spiritual Age: 23
Appearance: Medium height and build. Chin-length, straight, blonde hair (and bangs to her eyebrows), blue-violet eyes, and pale skin. Wears the female uniform.
Personality: At first glance, Dagny seems to be a straightforward, blunt and sarcastic young woman. She doesn't take crap from anyone, and she's headstrong enough to let people know that. However, she's also not entirely sociable; she remains quiet unless she really has something to say to a person. Not to mention that if she doesn't like a person, she'll let that person know.

Don't get Dagny wrong. She can be nice when she wants to be and friendly when she likes a person. She's willing to lend a hand when someone needs to be helped, mainly because she wouldn't be able to live with her conscience otherwise. In this way, Dagny can be considered the "guilty kind" sort of character.

However, she is not shallow, nor does she think of herself as better than anyone else (except those she deems as too naïve for their own good – e.g. Uriel). Her belief, before dying, was that everyone was part of the same whole. In other words, everyone was pretty much equal. As a result, she was and is, for the most part, indifferent about herself and almost everyone else. After death, she realizes that there is a definite good and evil; she simply can't bring herself to care much about either, though she's deathly afraid of true evil.

Despite her sarcastic way of speaking, impatience, and zero-tolerance policy concerning naiveté, Dagny doesn't often lose her temper, and she doesn't rush into things. She thinks things through carefully (though she can't be deemed as the most intelligent person on the planet) and steps into situations as calm as she can make herself be.
Side: Heaven
Motivation: Dagny's main motivation for becoming a reaper is simply her impatience. She doesn't want to wait around for 200 years to be sorted, so she prefers to do something with herself in the Reaper Agency, even if it's as grotesque and macabre as killing people off. (Secretly, a part of her almost enjoys the thrill.) Meanwhile, despite her indifference, her moral side compels her to work for Heaven to stop Satan.
Cause of Death: She went to the shabby apartment of a friend, leaned against the railing of the shaky balcony, and wound up hurtling head-first to the sidewalk five stories below.
History: Dagny was born in Celadon City to a pharmacist and an English teacher. Her family made decent money, enough to support Dagny and her younger brother and sister.

For the first ten years of her life, Dagny was more or less an average girl. She was a perky child in love with cartoons, especially one called Gatsby Ghost and Friends, about a friendly Gastly who went on adventures. (This became important later on, though she stopped watching the show when she was nine because "it was too childish" for her.)

At age ten, Dagny left Celadon to become a Pokémon trainer with a Squirtle by her side. However, she barely got two badges before realizing that she was simply not interested in training Pokémon. Thus, before she even turned twelve, she returned home with a Wartortle, a Raticate, a Murkrow, and the feeling that she should have stuck to it just a bit longer.

Because she quit so early, Dagny let a feeling of regret remain in her for the next few years of her life, right through junior high and high school. She couldn't explain what she missed. Just that she missed something. This, unfortunately, gave her a bitter, cynical outlook.

After high school, she became an art student at Celadon Art Institute. Her family didn't really give her too much support, but it's what she felt she was meant to do. As a result, she wound up two years after graduating in an apartment as a starving artist who worked full-time at a book store while trying part-time to sell her paintings, even for cheap. She spent another three years like this until she went to visit a high school friend not far from where she lived and took her fateful tumble from the fifth-story balcony. For a moment, she thought she had survived until a man in an odd suit with a strange, black book took her by the hand.

The next thing she knew, she found herself waiting in line in Elsewhere, only to be eventually given a job by Lola. Her familiar, of all things, became the one thing she suddenly realized she missed.
Past Lives: None.
Familiar: A male Gastly. (In a way, he represents Dagny's lost childhood innocence.)
Further Notes:
- If anyone's curious, Dagny's name partially came from a character in ShutterBox who dies in the dream world Merridiah in a similar way to how DD's Dagny died.
- Dagny doesn't talk too much about her family, but if she does, she mainly talks about her brother (Alex) and her sister (Amy). They happen to be twins.

 

[TMSteelWing]

Full Name: Lenore Stone

Aliases: Len, Doc, Seiko

Gender: Female

Age in Life: 27

Spiritual Age: 467

Appearance: A woman with a thin build and fair skin; she has dark violet hair that frames her face -- it is long in the back, but held clipped at the back to make it look shorter from the front. Her eyes are a grey-blue, and she wears a combination of the male and female uniform; basically, the male uniform with a skirt instead of trousers.

Personality:

What Lenore has learned to realize through everything, is helping others is the most rewarding aspect of life. Even in her current state, she realizes this.
She has a silent conflict at times in that she is expected to take the lives of others, yet in her most recent life she remembers vibrantly and passionately helping aid others as a physician. Realizing that she has no choice in the matter of things now, she goes about her work, having accepted her duty only trying not to become too attached to the situation since she is one to easily empathize. Sometimes there is a frustration that arises when she withdraws the fountain pen to sign off on each life, but this is something that she has grown to accept -- if there is something waiting at the end of this continuous act of taking lives, she realizes that when it comes isn't really for her to decide; she has learned patience well in this aspect.

She still stands as an intelligent, caring woman, and though she no longer can heal those around her, the desire to do just that is very evident in her personality. She truly seems to 'enjoy' her work at all is when she is taking the life of someone either in pain or suffering from illness as if she were performing euthanasia -- she can smile then, knowing that she holds some kind of morbid connection to the familiarity of her past life. In this, she is actually delusional that she is still helping others. Although it is quite obvious to her that she isn't what she used to be, Lenore wants to believe this, even if she won't admit it to herself -- this denial makes her job only easier.

Overall, Lenore is quite subdued. If provoked or if the situation is right, she'll bring up experiences from her past life, if relevant, though her reminiscing isn't as much depressing as it is just thoughtful. She still seems to care a great deal for both Pokemon and people, but there is a bitterness and cynicism that has grown since her passing; she looks down on those that do not value their lives, and has very little to no sympathy for such individuals. To her fellow reapers, she is caring and thoughtful -- she feels the need to nurture and even mother those that have just come into the position, and is willing to listen to those that feel the need to express themselves. Her cynicism appears to her peers only if she learned that they did not value their lives -- any empathy that she might have had towards them fades.

Never feeling any true connection or belief for reincarnation, heaven, hell or other such places, perhaps it is this realization that she was incorrect in her shameless logic and skepticism that has led her to become so subdued. Despite this, she still remains quite logical and skeptical, though her mind has become broadened greatly since the changeover.


Side: Heaven

Motivation: Lenore became a reaper because she was led to believe that she would be able to help people still, which was something that had always been greatly important to her while she was alive. Regardless of how true or untrue this is, she believes it, though she was skeptical at first. She chooses the side of heaven because she feels that it is the 'correct' thing to do and that she will be helping others more in this way; there are many things she wants to ask 'God,' and she must be on his side to achieve these answers.

Cause of Death: Lenore caught influenza and suffered double pneumonia as a complication; this was the cause of her passing.

History: Once upon a time, a very respectable and wealthy man by the name of Edwin Stone met a beautiful and respectable lady named Sylvia Engle. Meeting only perhaps by fate at the Devon Corporation's unveiling of the ‘Running Shoes,’ Sylvia found herself swept away by the charisma of the President of Devon Co.'s son. The two snuck away during the reception after the unveiling and spoke of their parents and their lives; Sylvia's parents were well-known jewelers and Edwin's were obviously the founder's of the company that specialized in creating various items for pokemon trainers and researchers.
Learning that each would one day inherit the companies their parents had created, they could only smile at each other and jokingly imagine what possibilities the future could hold. Before the night was over, the two exchanged addresses so that they could write to each other. After the night ended, Edwin found himself dazzled and nearly obsessed with this woman.

Growing up in a wealthy family he knew that he could get just about anything his heart desired; what he had his eye on now, was Sylvia. A few weeks passed quickly, and Edwin wrote everyday to her in hopes of meeting again sometime soon. His wish was granted sooner than anticipated; traveling with his parents to Lilycove City which was where Sylvia lived, he quickly proposed to her over a rushed dinner. She accepted, and the two were married a short time later. The publicity for their marriage was great; just about everyone spoke of it highly even in gossip. After all, the two were young (perhaps /too/ young), from wealthy families and were to inherit family businesses, what could go wrong..?
Things went fine for the first year or so - they bought a fine house in Rustboro City with many servants. They weren't completely foolish in their finances, however their parents often continued to give them advice on such things when they felt that they were spending a /bit/ too much. To the Stone's, everything was image; they bought things that made them look good and were always making public appearances to keep up this image. When thinking of children, they knew it was something they ‘had’ to do. Not only did they realize they needed heirs, but they figured it would only give them an aire of more perfection. Making this their next goal aside from their work, they tried for almost 6 months to have a child. Slightly discouraged (and annoyed on Edwin's part), the couple decided to seek help. They traveled all over Hoenn to find a doctor who could help them. After much testing and treatment, Sylvia finally became pregnant, and with twins no less!

Everyone seemed thrilled with the idea of the potential offspring and much enthusiasm was built over this - everyone except Sylvia. Admittedly she felt forced into something so quickly though she never really spoke of it to her husband. Afraid of worsening his temper, she grew even more malcontent. Edwin would often come home from the office, taking out his frustration on his wife; he wasn't violent, but rather borderline verbally abusive. Sylvia just kept it to herself, not saying a thing to anyone - she figured that she should be content and just accept things as they were. But still she kept thinking of her life as it was now and wondered if she had the chance, would she do it differently..? This ate away at her during the months of her pregnancy and she kept it all tucked away; she wondered at times if she actually loved the man or had it only been the dream of a perfect life and successful marriage that persuaded her.

She often spoke of her thoughts sometimes vaguely and sometimes more specifically to her most faithful servant, Pekalla. Only offering her master kindness and trying to be as helpful as she could, Pekalla suggested potentially leaving the man if she really felt how she spoke of. Sylvia responded, horrified - but somehow... the thought did occur to her even after she 'dismissed it.' Finally nine long months had passed, and the offspring of the Stone's were born; a beautiful boy and girl. Somehow, they managed to keep the existence of their children rather quiet after the birth announcements which had no pictures and little information. The children, named Steven and Lenore, were primarily taken care of by Pekalla.

With the birth of her children, Sylvia’s personality had seemed to change, however. She took to being a mother almost immediately; it would seem that with these new additions to their family, Edwin had begun to change from a self-centred young man and into a father. Feeling that exposure to the arts was important, when the two were of the age of five, she enrolled them in music lessons; Lenore learned to play the violin, and Steven learned how to play the viola – practicing their music seemed to become a fond pastime amongst Pekalla and their mother.

Though joy was wrought out by her son and daughter, Sylvia still harboured some difficulties in dealing with her husband. Though he had changed, she still felt distant from him – this was something that would never fully heal. She grew ill while he was away on business trips from stress, and when her children and Pekalla would sleep, she’d lay awake at night in insomnia. Simply trying to shrug off her angst and silent depression, Sylvia wore a smile and acted normally around her husband when he was home. On the outside, it seemed like they were a perfect family.

As the children grew up, both Steven and Lenore took a great interest in Pokemon. They both became official trainers at the age of ten and spared no time in acquiring their starting Pokemon. On a trip through the desert (which was miserable for Lenore, for some reason), she managed to catch a feisty Trapinch. In a twist of ‘fate’ on a trip to Lilycove City with their father, Lenore found an abused Beldum that she gave to Steven. Whereas both children seemed to excel greatly in Pokemon training, Lenore seemed greatly interested in the health and well-being of the creatures in particular. The two started their journey together, though there were times that they seemed to be slowed down – in particular, by Lenore’s health.
Periodically when they would return home to Rustboro, Lenore was seen by several doctors – most were puzzled by her recurring illnesses, and simply wrote them off as some kind of allergy – Sylvia seemed to be disturbed by this ‘flaw,’ but said nothing of it.

Things continued like this for some time – the children were passing through the ashy area outside of Fallarbor on their way to Lavaridge Town to challenge Flannery, when Lenore suddenly collapsed. Steven, in a frantic rush sought out help when he discovered that his sister wasn’t breathing. He rushed her to Fallarbor Town, and from there, their parents were contacted.
Lenore was admitted to the hospital and did not awaken for two days. During this time, Steven stayed with her, speaking to her and reminiscing of their earlier childhood and journey throughout Hoenn. It was perhaps in this time that she nearly kissed death that the two became exceptionally close. When Lenore finally awoke, she only found Steven there to speak to. He explained as best he could through teary eyes what had happened.
Little did they know however, their parents were angrily hounding the physicians as to what was ‘wrong’ with their daughter. When no ‘acceptable’ answers were given, the well-known Dr. Joy was asked for. While Lenore remained in the hospital, several tests were run, and finally a diagnosis had been wrought about. Lenore was diagnosed with a genetic disease of immunodeficiency. This puzzled her parents at first, and perhaps Lenore as well – the previous doctors had found it strange because neither of the parents seemed to exhibit the disease, nor Steven. Nonetheless, Dr. Joy found this to be the most reasonable explanation. Perhaps the other family members were simply carriers?

When Lenore was finally released from the hospital, she was not permitted from continuing her Pokemon journey. Steven remained with her for some time, but she urged him to continue with his Pokemon training. With some reluctance, he left his sister to her books and the company of her own Pokemon. During this time of brief separations, Lenore found relief from the frustration of the weakness of her own body in reading books on science and medicine. It was through these times that she developed an even greater interest in these subjects; she seemed to be healing from her depression, whereas her mother only seemed to be waning.

When alone, Sylvia would brood into the late hours of the morning on her life, and her ‘flawed’ child. She took to drinking much of the time, and often awoke with the memories of a horrid dream from the night prior; it would seem the depression was eating at the very stem of her life. Pekalla became worried of her master's health, and when searching amongst the empty wine bottles she found some notes written down for some kind of...plan?

During a freezing winter night Sylvia awoke late in the night. Perhaps only acting on impulse, she woke Pekalla quietly and told her to gather her things and ready Lenore, for tonight they would be departing permanently. Shocked, Pekalla only knew that she could help aid her master regardless if she agreed with her or not. Guiding the sleepy child from her room, she followed her master out of the house and into a dangerous blizzard. Sylvia made it all the way to the Slateport harbour to which she would board a small boat to Dewford Island. Pekalla questioned her master’s motives, but in a strange obsessive ‘madness,’ Sylvia simply told Pekalla that she could help, or be gone. Lenore asked questions of why and where they were going, but only the icy winds silenced her. Unfortunately, Steven was away in Petalburg at the time…

Upon arriving on Dewford Island, they stepped into a two-story house along the beaches. Lenore angrily questioned her mother and Pekalla why they were here, and not at home. Pekalla bit her tongue, having difficulty in holding back since she wanted to answer the child. However, Sylvia already had something in mind; grabbing her daughter from behind, she injected her with a drug that would allow her to sleep peacefully for the night – or, at least that is what she tried to convince a horrified Pekalla. Awakening the next morning, Lenore again asked why they were here, and where were her brother and father.
Surprisingly, her mother simply denied their existence; a firm glare only forced Pekalla to reluctantly do the same. Lenore was not permitted to have any telephone access – Sylvia specifically had the numbers to the mainland blocked; she tried to write letters back to Rustboro, but they were always returned back to her. Things continued like this, and slowly; whenever
Lenore kept insisting that she had a brother, she would only awaken later, quite suddenly feeling disoriented from the drug induced sleep. It seemed quite a bit easier to forget the existence of Steven and her father.

Trying to find her niche in life, Lenore continued to study and train her Pokemon on the Island; once she stopped asking of her brother and father, her mother seemed quite a bit more lenient on where she could go and what she could do. Lenore was always very trusting and trying to make new friends, but her mother discouraged this indirectly, wanting to shelter herself and her child. As for Sylvia, she decided to revert back to her maiden name and start her own business. Working as a fashion designer, she kept herself distracted with her work, and purposely left Pekalla to take care of her daughter since her interests seemed to be elsewhere. While on the island, Lenore met an intelligent boy a few years older than her, named Kazuhiko. Though his presence could not replace the void of her lost brother, Lenore took to him easily, and through their explorations of the island together, the boy learned an appreciation for both nature and Pokemon.

Things remained like this for awhile with little changes - or at least changes that Pekalla and Lenore could not see. The work for Sylvia on the other hand had become quite stressful. Being it that she practically did everything in her company to keep her identity hidden, she was constantly tired and strained; Pekalla began to notice the little changes, but did not mention anything of the sort to Sylvia's daughter.

Months and months passed by and Sylvia's condition only seemed to worsen. When Pekalla mentioned something of the sort to her mother's health declining, Lenore quickly replied that maybe she should make her ambition to become a doctor so that her mother would not suffer; despite not having really known her, Lenore had learned to admire her from a far somehow, and at least wanted to give something /back/ to the woman; she also foresaw the possibility of being able to cure herself and others like her.

One afternoon while Lenore was in school and Sylvia was away on a business trip, Pekalla found several tiny empty bottles, no bigger than miniature perfume bottles scattered all under the bed. Suspecting that the bottles may have been the indicator of drug usage, she simply decided to confront her master about this privately when she returned home. However things did not exactly turn out as planned. Sylvia did return late the next night, but she never once did come out of her room. Pekalla was out shopping at the time and Lenore was home from school since it was Sunday.

Feeling particularly social and curious that day Lenore ventured from the living room to the outside of her mother's upstairs room. After tapping gently without receiving a response, Lenore brought up the courage to try and initiate a conversation. She spoke of many things - "How are you, mother? I'm glad there is no school today, because...I would like to talk to you. I could play a song for you, if you like - Pekalla told me that you’d really like that......" The one-person conversation went on for about half an hour or so - Lenore really thought her mother was listening. Finally after still no response, she rapped on the door quite harshly still getting no response.
Pressing herself and her ear up to the door, she listened for any kind of noise - was she asleep? Leaning a bit more and attempting to knock once again, Lenore managed to get the door open quite accidentally only by leaning on it with her hand jigging the knob just a bit. Falling into her mother's room almost face-first, she gazed upwards, brushing the hair from her eyes only to see her mother hanging from the ceiling by a hand-made noose. Pekalla whom had just walked in the door heard the screams. Rushing upstairs she saw just what Lenore saw when she first walked in. Pekalla could only hold (or try) Lenore close to her as she cried and screamed, unable to control her emotions. Within minutes, Lenore began to cough; it only seemed to get worse and worse until it was to the point that she could barely breathe. Seeing this Pekalla immediately dialed the emergency numbers. Both the police and medical workers arrived; the police began to make reports with Pekalla as Lenore was taken to the emergency room, barely conscious.

Pekalla arrived later to the hospital and sat at the girl's bedside. Lenore did not awaken for three days, and by that time Pekalla had already taken care of most of the financial and technical aspects of the passing of her mother. Only a day from her birthday Lenore was released from the hospital. Returning home with Pekalla, she spoke of nothing the entire way and nothing again until the next morning when the servant roused her. On her eighteenth birthday Pekalla awoke her with a soft smile. Once she had fixed her breakfast and done a bit of morning housework she led Lenore to the living room. On the table sat three nicely wrapped boxes; one was flat and rectangular, one was small and square, and the last one was just oddly shaped. Pekalla told her to open them in any order she wished.

Lenore chose the rectangular box first; slowly tearing off the fancy paper that covered it she lifted the top to the box. Inside rested a very nice looking tailored onyx black dress suit with some strange purple markings - Pekalla mentioned that there was a pair of pants and a skirt to go with it and that her mother had done the design herself just before she passed; the design was meant only for her. Lenore took the small square box then which revealed four silver rings which were made to fit on the index and 'ring' fingers of both hands. Strange... The last item looked to be a smoothly washed rock... or stone of some sort. Lenore only looked puzzled - why would Pekalla give her a rock? What did all these items mean?

Seeing her confused face, Pekalla could only smile still. She simply told her that the three items she had given her would tell her of her past if she so wished it. Lenore still looked quite perplexed, which prompted Pekalla to speak more. Moving to stand then, murmuring that she had already taken care of the financial things for her because 'she would be gone.' Lenore shot up at this in disbelief and when her lips started to part in protest or question Pekalla could only smile, and place a finger to the child's lips. "That rock is the best hint you have to what you've lost...” Frustrated, Lenore only wished to know more of what absurdity Pekalla was speaking of - she simply didn't understand and was in no position to. The door opened by Pekalla's hand then and she started to step out - "...your life is what you make of it now, Lenore. Please be happy and I hope that you'll find "him," someday."

With that Pekalla simply walked out of the house and out of Lenore's life. Trying to follow her down the street that cool morning only seemed to irritate Lenore's throat; she stopped running after her after about half a mile down the street from where the bus she had taken had departed. The questions only flooded her mind as she desperately tried to understand. Who was "him?" What did all this mean?

The next morning, Lenore sat in her living room with her two pokemon pondering over the strange gifts she had received. What did this all mean..?? Looking through the items once again, she took the clothing from its box to lay it out; as she removed it she noticed a small note card fall out. Picking it up, she read Pekalla's handwriting - "Please promise to wear this often, but especially always on your birthday..." Turning it over, she read the other notation. "Do you still want to become a doctor?" Moving to the smaller box she took out the rings again to look at them. Fitting them onto the correct fingers she simply stared. Finally she picked up the rock and ran her fingers over it - had Pekalla been drinking too much? Shaking her head, she moved the things aside to notice a birthday card with her name on it. Upon opening it, one paper item dropped out.
After finishing the card Lenore read the smaller paper item; it happened to be a check from Pekalla for a rather LARGE sum of money only it was made out to...a Lenore Stone. Tilting her head slightly at this notion she found herself growing only more confused - wasn't her last name Engle..?
Deciding to find the answers herself (or at least try), Lenore walked into the office part of her mother's room and began searching through drawers. Digging and digging she finally found what looked to be a photocopy of a marriage license to a… Edwin and Sylvia Stone..? Searching through more documents she found that everything else her mother had before about thirteen years ago had Stone as the last name; Lenore even found something with her name on it, just as it appeared written to her on that check!

Feeling confused still, she returned to the living room. Eyes finally resting on the gifts, she decided to at least try on the suit her mother had designed. Finding that it fit -perfectly- in ever way, she drug herself to the front of a mirror. Looking at herself for a long time in the mirror she finally smiled - perhaps she would wear this often; it made her look masculine, yet feminine at the same time - it made her look strong...it made her feel strong, somehow as well! After changing her clothes and before going to bed Lenore stopped and picked up the note card again. She read it once more - "Do you still want to be a doctor?" She simply smiled once, and wrote (in her best capable penmanship), under Pekalla's writing. "Yes."

The next few months seemed to pass rather quickly; Lenore had taken the required measures to allow herself into a good medical school. Surprisingly to her, she had been accepted at quite a few of them. Feeling it best to leave Dewford Island, Lenore decided on a school in Lilycove City. Moving into a small dorm room, she kept up with her Pokemon training and after defeating Winona, found it much easier to practice in between classes. Still, finishing school as quickly as she could was her prerogative.
Though Lenore felt that she had grown stronger mentally her health still suffered; she felt frustrated that physical limitations held her behind but she did not let this get to her. Telling herself of a time ahead where she might be able to cure these problems herself, she simply smiled and kept on going. While in medical school, she met up with Dr. Joy again, who became a mentor to her – of course she didn’t recognize the woman. It was through this friendship that Lenore also met the charismatic Lorelei – these friendships seemed to make her life a lot happier, and certainly full of…excitement. Time passed quickly then, and Lenore passed her final examinations with flying colours; she received her licenses in medicine for both humans and Pokemon in extraordinary time. Recently after this, to Lenore’s surprise, her childhood friend Kazuhiko made an appearance in her life once again. Feeling a gladness that she was able to come into contact with him again, she learned that he perused a career as an environmental scientist as a result of the time they had both spent with nature. Continuing to work with Dr. Joy, she gained experience in her field. Living with Lorelei, Lenore finally decided she would move out of her friend’s home and travel alone for a bit – there were many things she wanted to understand, and she felt that experiencing the unknown would allow her to clear her mind. ‘What answers does the future hold?’ – was all she could wonder.

Eventually, Lenore was reunited with her brother. She began to live with him in Mossdeep City, and whilst looking for a job she gained a rather good one with the help of her old friend, Dr. Joy; she worked as a medical advisor for the Pokemon League for many years and eventually became the department head; things continued about as they were -- she eventually gained all 8 gym badges, but never challenged the Elite Four. Perhaps one of the most memorable events for her while working at the League was her meeting with the head of the Fossil Department, Rory Warfield; she cared for the man first and foremost after he sustained a head injury. It was through this that they bonded and became good friends – they had a brief relationship, but Lenore broke things off, perhaps afraid of any true commitment. Shortly afterwards, it was in a most unfortunate epidemic of influenza that the doctor was overcome by double pneumonia, which she caught as a result of exposure from the many patients she was treating.

Stepping into 'Elsewhere,' Lenore felt a vague familiarity that she could not explain. Feeling frustrated because she'd never understood nor cared to learn much about the possibility of reincarnation, heaven, or an afterlife, she felt detached and longed to return to life. Realizing that this (probably) wasn't possible, she gained interest in the Reaper Agency. Knowing that they would be able to travel into all four areas, she took interest. Knowing that she wasn't able to help others any longer was an even greater frustration - it was when the job was presented as potentially being able to relieve others of the pain of living that she became truly interested, and signed up.

It was difficult for Lenore to take to the new lifestyle since it almost seemed to contradict what she had loved to do most, in some aspects. With time, she grew more accustomed to taking the lives of others, though she was cautious as to not let herself become too involved in such ordeals so that it would be easier for her to accept her work simply as 'work.' Lenore continued to work for the Reaper Agency -- it had been about three and a half years since she had come into Elsewhere, though time meant something a bit different to her now. It was when she heard a rumour of Satan and the fallen angels plot to return to heaven that she decided to try and do -something- about the potential dilemma; she had no idea what that -something- would be, however.



Past Lives: Lenore has had several past lives, but there doesn't seem to be any significance in them that she wishes to remember; she was always some sort of healer in each of her previous lives, which is perhaps why her yearning to help others is so strong.

Familiar: Trapinch - Male; pending evolution.

Further Notes: Lenore still enjoys playing the violin, along with singing and writing various things; she keeps a journal, mainly of her thoughts and memories from her most recent life.