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⌈ PLAYER SECTION ⌉
Player: Muffin
Contact: tinymuffin84
Age: 33
Current Characters: None


⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉
Character: Undertaker
Age: Looks to be mid 30's but he's much older than that
Canon: Kuroshitsuji aka Black Butler
Canon Point: Post issue 129

Background: Not much is actually known about Undertaker's personal history. He tends to keep to himself and having made his niche in the world as a mortician tends to help him keep his privacy easily. But he does exist in the darker side of society as an informant to people who act as a sort of black ops for the Queen of England back in the 1880's. Whatever might happen, the bodies of victims of whatever terrible deeds might be done in this part of the world always come by his funeral parlor and he is more than familiar with the inner workings of the human body. The dead may tell no tales, but neither can they lie.

Beyond the mortician's career and the informant's role, it's become apparent that Undertaker is a little more than just a creepy man in an interesting position to be able to feed weave in and out of Englands levels of society as he pleases. He is also what is known as a grim reaper, someone not quite living or dead who has been charged with reviewing the lives of the newly dead to determine if or not they should continue to live. If not, their souls are taken to whatever awaits the individual beyond life. He has abandoned this appointment, however, and is a rogue who broke a few rules out of curiosity and is now essentially on the run. He did manage to take his death scythe with him when he left, the tool that lets him view the life of a person and reap their soul, and he carries it with him always. What he is up to with his experiments, no one knows, but it's bothered enough people that now he can no longer hide the fact that he's a grim reaper, and there are several who want to capture him for what he has done.

Personality: Undertaker is an odd sort. His humor is a brand that many won't appreciate, as he tends to poke and prod at buttons to get a reaction out of others for his own fun, but he has said laughter means as much as the world to him. It isn't too terribly unusual to find him peeking out of coffins or bowling with body parts to take up his time. He lives in a funeral parlor among the dead and spends his time readying bodies for their last big party at the church. If that wasn't enough, he even shapes his cookies into bones and keeps them in an urn, and his tea is kept in beakers that may or may not have once held bodily materials that would make your stomach turn. To sate his amusement, he holds information that he picks up through the grapevine in England's underworld and asks for a laugh as payment before he will tell anyone what it is they want to know. The upside to this is that he almost always wears a smile, although it's hard to tell whether or not there is something sinister or simply amused hiding behind it.

Despite his tendencies and peculiarities, he isn't outwardly malicious or malevolent. He has been a mortician for years and takes pride in his work, making the dead beautiful again before they're buried. He does have his own agenda behind it all, and though he won't outright kill someone to see to his own ends, he doesn't mind if people die as a result of his work. Life takes on a different meaning to those who are already dead, and Undertaker has been rather indifferent about matters of the living and the dead in his time as a grim reaper.

It's his curiosity about what happens after life that motivates him for the bizarre dolls, he has said, and he uses that and his position as a mortician to play with death and see what happens when he changes a person's cinematic records (the history of their life, in essence) to cause them to try and live longer. These people mean nothing to him; they are strangers, and it's easy not to care for what happens to them or their living loved ones. He just wants to see what happens in the end, or beyond the end as the case may be, but like his brand of humor, not everyone cares for his methods or his experiments and it gets him in trouble when he's found out. Even still, he takes it in stride and doesn't care much for the offenses he has caused, going so far as to say some of them just can't appreciate the beauty of his work. A ship full of the living have been terrorized and attacked to see how they fare against his dolls? Okay, sure. But the dolls themselves don't lie like the living do. Their honest, simple nature is something he can appreciate and even admire.

Still, there are certain people in the world that he won't let come to harm through it - namely those in the Phantomhive family, who he has been involved with for generations. He hasn't yet jumped in harm’s way to protect the only living member of the Phantomhives, but he hasn’t needed to. It isn't that he doesn't care - the chain around his waist stands as a testament to the depth of his feelings for the people who meant anything to him. Their names and death dates and little locks of their hair are kept with him on his mourning chain and he keeps it with him always. The only one who wasn't able to make it to that chain was Vincent Phantomhive, only because when his remains were discovered, there was nothing left of him. But Vincent's son remains, and even when Undertaker was attacked by Ciel’s butler, he never directly attempted to harm the boy, even going so far as to give them a quick way out of a sinking ship when all was said and done by cutting it in half with his death scythe.

What he does is his own business and he has his own purposes for making the bizarre dolls that he has, but he hides it all behind his grins and keeps his secrets close while he watches over the people who mean the most to him.

Abilities:
- Undertaker can teleport himself to any location as shown when he vanished from off the broken decks of the Campania to safety from somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic ocean between the UK and New York. Given that this part of ocean is about 3,400 miles across, it's safe to say his range of motion for teleportation is perhaps half that, 1,700 miles to get him at least to the nearest shore.

- He is a very skilled fighter, seen when he easily manages to fight off two other grim reapers and a demon at the same time in that same arc in the manga, and he doesn't have to rely on his vision to be so. As with all grim reapers, his sight was diminished and he is very nearsighted, but he does not wear glasses anymore and has learned to work around this disability quite well.

- Undertaker cannot be killed by conventional means. He is a grim reaper, and to earn that title, one must have committed suicide while still alive, so he is already technically dead. In the manga, it is commented that a reaper cannot be beaten to death, but may be able to be killed by their own death scythe, a tool unique to the grim reapers alone. If he needs to fight, Undertaker will, and he will prove to be a very difficult opponent.

Alignment: Daimonia
- This alignment is built around grief and joy, and Undertaker is a blend of both. On the outside, he is almost always grinning and he has a wicked sense of humor most might find a little abrasive at best and morbidly offensive at the worst. But under that, he holds regrets in his long life and carries reminders of the people he lost on a mourning chain around his waist - or at least he did until it was taken from him in his world. During a meeting with a character in the series, he is seen crying over Vincent Phantomhive while reminiscing over the man's death.

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⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉

General Sample: TDM for October!

Emotion Sample:
While he hadn't quite yet adjusted to life in this new world, with all of its quirks and strange turns in reality that all seemed to come right out of a children's story, his walks around the city had been a welcome distraction and a necessity. The reaper's haze hadn't helped him any in finding his way around, but vision was the least of his concerns. The smells here were different, the sounds, even the way the wind moved.

If he was honest with himself, it had put him in a bit of a mood at first, but now he was finding it to be quite the entertainment. Something so simple as a stroll around the block turned into a small delight, and the world seemed to agree. Now and then he would hear a rustle and look down and see a small blot of color - a pink or a blue or a yellow - and the nearer he moved to it, if he crouched down to see, there would be a small cluster of tiny flowers where there had been only grass before. Or he would hear what could have been small pebbles tumbling and look down and would see that the sidewalk under his boots was cleaner than it was where he had yet to step.

It was interesting, this place, tugging as his curiosity to no end. It had become a game to him, to see what all he could change while he was out and about, but if it was like this when he was in a good mood, he wondered what he would do to the place when his darker times took hold of him.

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