As per usual, I have become bored and decided to follow my friends into this chaos...Although I've technically been doing this for years in a private setting XD This is mostly gonna be in a text format but if I think I can do it, I might doodle one for Reaper so I can practice :D

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For the purposes of this Reaper will be seperated from Mylo because of the lore differences but in all reality Mylo is the human version of Reaper.

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Some of these guys have pictures, others don't. Lore will be off to the side because not everyone has a description :3 Click the picture to bring up their TH! :D Credits are on the image and if not they will be posted beneath the picture :D

	Reaper The Grim Reaper in dragon form. Lives in hell and is a giant grump with a soft spot for kids. Enjoys threatening to eat limbs and use the bones to pick the flesh out of his teeth.
	Mylo The human version of Reaper, a grumpy guy who is too tired to deal with bullshit. He's known to be a hitman with the alias The Reaper. He's very secretive about his past.
	Cirque Des Morts (Circus/Carnie) An evil shapeshifting robot who appears to bleed. It's rumored he runs a carnival that's infamous for disappearances. He also seems to have a sickly sweet smell coming from him...
Cassius Morningstar	Cass A psychopathic fallen archangel who has a strong belief that humans are lesser than angels and should be extinct.

Trips into the thread

(Not me trying to decide how I want to do the written replies from everyone)

Mylo rolls his eyes and leans against the wall, "What made me go into hit work?" He shrugs, "I didn't have much of a choice, it made money and utilized what I do best. As for my hair, it's all natural. And there's only one person who knows the smallest bit of my past, no I wont tell you who. I don't even know you so you're lucky I'm even replying."

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Cassius fluffs his wings out and crosses his arms before putting on his cockest smirk, "The fact that you don't know should be your first clue. Why should I explain this to human filth like you anyways?" There's a jovial tone to his voice as he continues, "No...Maybe." His face fell for a moment, as if there was something more than cold indifference or his fabricated happy, flirty tones, before he pulled it back together, "That's not something scat like you needs to know. And no, I'm not afraid of anything, why should I be? I'm more powerful than anything you could imagine."

Can I give reaper a marshmellow? :3

The dragon crinkled is nose before tilting his head in confusion. "Marsh...mallow?" The syllables slowly rolled off of his tongue as Reaper sat down and began to lower his head, "What is a marshmallow, Shadows of Dawn?"