Based on my new favorite movie!

 

1985, a massacre occured. One man was obsessed with what happens to souls after its body dies. Becoming lost in insanity, he killed 12 people, video-recording it, before committing suicide. It was a sad tragedy.

Now, in 2010, a new step has been. The souls of all victims and the killer have been reincarnated. The victims want revenge...

 

The victims:

1. A maid

2. A desk man

3&4. Newlyweds

5. An old man

6. A business man

7. A musician

8. A prostitute

9. A janitor

10. A chef

11. The killer's son

12. The killer's daughter

13. The killer

 

If you join, message me for instructions.

 

Character sheet:

Name:

Age: (At the most, 25)

Gender:

Occupation:

 

Also, in spoiler tags, put info of the victim your character previously was.

Any questions? Send me a message.

 

Name: Tricia Jeevas

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Occupation: High school student

 

 

Name: Matthew Davis

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Occupation: Professor(the killer)

 

WHAT TRICIA JEEVAS?!?!?! NYUUUUUUU!!!!!!! I wanted to be related to L's 3rd successor.....

(( lol, I know, I'm so evil. ))

Tricia Jeevas was sitting in class, listing to the teacher's lecture about.... Well, she wasn't too sure, seeing that he was busy arguing with the students most of the time. Tricia just doodled on her notes.

Heather Sunderland began picking the dirt from under her fingernails before raising her hand. "Hey teach, when i picked 'art apreciation' i was expecting there would be alittle more art and alittle less bitching."

 

the teacher slammed her ruler against Heather's knuckles and threw her out of the classroom before beginning a lecture on how "Foolish kids these days are"

Tricia just shook her head. This was why they weren't advancing far in class. After a few minutes, the bell had rung, which made Tricia ever-so-happy. She left class and went to her locker to put all of her stuff in.

Heather rounded the corner and raised a sketch pad to Tricia's face

"You dropped this. It's actually pretty good drawing."

Her face was frozen in one position yet her eyes darted around, scanning everything.

"Oh... Thanks..." Tricia replied as she took the sketch pad from Heather. She looked at her for a moment. She seemed... familiar to her. She probably only saw her walking around the halls.

Heather then gently placed a book in Tricia's locker before leaving.

It was ragged and dusty but a few words were still legable from the brown cover, "Th-----Da--------acre"

When Tricia noticed the book, she took it out and examined it. "What... is this...?" she murmured. As stupid as it looked, she still found it intriguing, so she decided to take it home with her.