The lore is not required to be used.
You may have your Reaper(s) be a part of it or not. The choice is yours!
A lot of the lore and guidelines are intentionally vague.
These are mostly ideas and brainstorms to let people use them how they please. I’m happy to see Reapers interact with all kinds of characters and worlds, so please don’t limit yourself to what I’ve written. I acknowledge I am not the best world-builder, so there will likely be errors and inconsistencies. I try my best to rectify these, but I wholly acknowledge I may miss things. I try and be open and not strict when it comes to what people want to do with Reapers in their own worlds. They are your characters to have fun with, so do what you like! Changes, revisions, and additions are bound to happen as Reapers are continually growing.
You may have your Reaper(s) be a part of it or not. The choice is yours!
A lot of the lore and guidelines are intentionally vague.
These are mostly ideas and brainstorms to let people use them how they please. I’m happy to see Reapers interact with all kinds of characters and worlds, so please don’t limit yourself to what I’ve written. I acknowledge I am not the best world-builder, so there will likely be errors and inconsistencies. I try my best to rectify these, but I wholly acknowledge I may miss things. I try and be open and not strict when it comes to what people want to do with Reapers in their own worlds. They are your characters to have fun with, so do what you like! Changes, revisions, and additions are bound to happen as Reapers are continually growing.
📖 THE STORY 📖
Long ago, there were two beings that came into existence. By which means remains unknown. Both were simply born from forces outside our understanding. These two were of opposites sides of the spectrum. A dark being who dubbed themselves Erebus and the other a being of light known as Anora. These beings fought continuously, with Erebus arguing that all life belonged to them, and them alone. That every being that was born was theirs to control. The opposite, Anora, argued that neither of them had any right to another’s life. That every life deserved to forge its own future and to be free. Both struggled against each other constantly, their fighting and bickering lasting eons.
At some point Erebus conjured an idea. Gifted with unexplainable abilities, Erebus mustered their strength to create other’s, not unlike him, to plague the world. These beings’ jobs were to control and consume life and to any that may have fought back were slain. Equipped with scythes on their tails to claim souls of those that stood in there way and enormous world-altering powers, Erebus and their creations started their purge.
Anora did not initially notice, as they realized death is natural and bound to happen. Only when Erebus became quieter than normal and their fighting dwindled did Anora realize. The corruption, the massacres, the diseases, and all the unnecessary deaths. Anora, appalled with Erebus, but themselves too at their lack of quicker realization, held their ground and challenged the other. In retaliation Anora forged their own soldiers to combat Erebus’s, but these soldiers were brought into existence to protect life, not slaughter it. Similarly equipped with scythes at the end of their tails, these soldiers would protect and guide those who would need it, be it in their current life or the journey into the after.
A feud that lasted for longer than one can count took place. Soldiers on both sides struggled against each other while bodies continued to pile up, on all sides. Erebus and Anora’s patience wore thin with each other. It’s unknown who threw the first punch, so to speak, but that action caused a cataclysm.
Anora felt a rage in them that was foreign. They had always been angry with Erebus, but never furious. Never to the point they wanted their opposite truly gone. Their fight, unlike their existence, was short. Anora mustered the last of their strength to do away with Erebus. A final strike and Erebus ceased to be. Anora collapsed, their own energy fading. In a final act of selflessness, Anora took what little strength they had left to create something to protect what was left of the world.
"When every being is brought into this world, a guardian shall stand beside them. To protect them from the forces of dark. To give them comfort in the night. To guide them into the afterlife safely. To protect their souls from the consumption from the darkness. And when their time comes when they must pass on, their guardian shall stand with them, so that they may truly rest in peace."
The spell was cast and Anora and Erebus faded from existence. The tale becoming legend passed down from what was left of the original soldiers. Eventually the original soldiers faded into obscurity, naught to be heard from again. The spell, true to its word, worked. In that last breath of Anora’s, every being that was born was assigned a guardian, ironically dubbed Reapers, in partial to what they were capable of and of the proceeding events that took place. The name stuck, despite the reluctance of said species. They eventually grew to accept the name and now move forward to change the stigma surrounding it.
Current day almost everyone possesses a Reaper, bound by birth. These guardians and protectors are just that, there to protect from any lasting effects of Erebus and their magic. There to protect their charges to the afterlife safely, not having to fear being trapped or consumed by the dark. It is comforting for most knowing that even in their final nights, they won’t be alone. But as the old saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt and hate. Not everyone is open to Reapers and their role. Things are changing. The balance is shifting once more and the status quo is being confronted. It’s said that the world is soon to shake once again, like it did all those years ago between Erebus and Anora
At some point Erebus conjured an idea. Gifted with unexplainable abilities, Erebus mustered their strength to create other’s, not unlike him, to plague the world. These beings’ jobs were to control and consume life and to any that may have fought back were slain. Equipped with scythes on their tails to claim souls of those that stood in there way and enormous world-altering powers, Erebus and their creations started their purge.
Anora did not initially notice, as they realized death is natural and bound to happen. Only when Erebus became quieter than normal and their fighting dwindled did Anora realize. The corruption, the massacres, the diseases, and all the unnecessary deaths. Anora, appalled with Erebus, but themselves too at their lack of quicker realization, held their ground and challenged the other. In retaliation Anora forged their own soldiers to combat Erebus’s, but these soldiers were brought into existence to protect life, not slaughter it. Similarly equipped with scythes at the end of their tails, these soldiers would protect and guide those who would need it, be it in their current life or the journey into the after.
A feud that lasted for longer than one can count took place. Soldiers on both sides struggled against each other while bodies continued to pile up, on all sides. Erebus and Anora’s patience wore thin with each other. It’s unknown who threw the first punch, so to speak, but that action caused a cataclysm.
Anora felt a rage in them that was foreign. They had always been angry with Erebus, but never furious. Never to the point they wanted their opposite truly gone. Their fight, unlike their existence, was short. Anora mustered the last of their strength to do away with Erebus. A final strike and Erebus ceased to be. Anora collapsed, their own energy fading. In a final act of selflessness, Anora took what little strength they had left to create something to protect what was left of the world.
"When every being is brought into this world, a guardian shall stand beside them. To protect them from the forces of dark. To give them comfort in the night. To guide them into the afterlife safely. To protect their souls from the consumption from the darkness. And when their time comes when they must pass on, their guardian shall stand with them, so that they may truly rest in peace."
The spell was cast and Anora and Erebus faded from existence. The tale becoming legend passed down from what was left of the original soldiers. Eventually the original soldiers faded into obscurity, naught to be heard from again. The spell, true to its word, worked. In that last breath of Anora’s, every being that was born was assigned a guardian, ironically dubbed Reapers, in partial to what they were capable of and of the proceeding events that took place. The name stuck, despite the reluctance of said species. They eventually grew to accept the name and now move forward to change the stigma surrounding it.
Current day almost everyone possesses a Reaper, bound by birth. These guardians and protectors are just that, there to protect from any lasting effects of Erebus and their magic. There to protect their charges to the afterlife safely, not having to fear being trapped or consumed by the dark. It is comforting for most knowing that even in their final nights, they won’t be alone. But as the old saying goes, familiarity breeds contempt and hate. Not everyone is open to Reapers and their role. Things are changing. The balance is shifting once more and the status quo is being confronted. It’s said that the world is soon to shake once again, like it did all those years ago between Erebus and Anora