Libitina Grimm | Reaper

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Calm
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Honest
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Joker


Negatives (At Least 3):

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Sarcastic
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Short temper
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Lack of paitence 


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Parents: None

Siblings: Unless you count the other reapers, then none
Other Family: None
Important Others: None
History: Libitina first manifested during the Battle of Hastings in 1066.

She was assigned to many knights fighting for William the Conqueror,

and carried out her duty as if her life depended on it. After the battle was over she had reaped at least over one hundred souls and escorted them to their rightful destination. It had been a blood soaked war, and even the horseman himself had been rumored to have taken part. After this, Tina went into hiding.



On the cusp of the Great War, Libitina was called to action once more.

However, she was caught by a Hunter, who had a grudge against Reapers.

She was locked up in a basement for days, tortured, but nothing seemingly harming her physically. The shackles that bound her were blessed with incantations a Reaper could not escape, and as a last resort, before the place was blown sky high, the Hunter branded her with an inverted pentagram.

She escaped, thanks to an angel who owed her a debt from 1066.





Now, she lives in Seattle running a funeral home called Prayer For The Fallen. She works behind the scenes, but occasionally likes to make herself known to humans, especially when she senses they are going to die. She has a secret library within her workplace, which is full to the brim of weapons, books, and scrolls on the supernatural subject. She rarely shares this information with people, especially hunters. In her free time, she goes riding and competes in small competitions with her horse Despair. She sings, but only at home even if she is classically trained. Reading is something she does when she's bored, but one day she hopes to expand her business.








Alias: Steph
How did you find us?: Sgadowplay
Experience: 7+ years

Other Characters: None
RP Sample: It was a normal day, except for the funeral this afternoon. Libitina left work early, to get the horses and carriage ready. The funeral was for a WWII veteran, and she felt honoured that the wife had chosen her establishment to run the proceedings. Getting into her black Jagauar X-Type, she pressed the stop/start button, and put on her seatbelt (not that she needed it). She drove off in a southwards direction.



Pulling up at the stables, Libitina shut off the engine and climbed out. However, it was quiet... Too quiet. The Reaper began searching the grounds, and found another Reaper taking a poor human away. It looked like their body had been mutilated by something. Demons first came to mind, but they wouldn't leave a body like this even if they were pissed off. Lily got out her phone, dailled her assistant and told him to take over the funeral. Something was going on, and she was determined to find out.



Going back to her workplace, she bressed a brick in the wall and headed down some stairs. Running a long finger, over centuries old books, she stopped on one that seemed to offer answers. Flicking through it, she came across a picture. Werewolf. She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring, siganlling someone was here.








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