Laydeh Reapah

This is what I came up with after hearing about Silentreaper's mini "Design a Reaper" Contest. She's unconventional, but I like her - And she has an interesting history.

You can either read her quick bio, or her backstory which is just below. The writing is terrible, but I hope you all like it! Oh, and I give permission to Silentreaper to enter this in her contest ^^

Happy reading!

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Quick Bio:
Name: Lady Reaper (a.k.a. Alice Schokolade)
Time of this picture: 2010
Age: 30
D.o.B: April 2nd, 1980

Appearance: With ghostly pale skin and a cold, emotionless stare, Alice carries out her duty as the new reaper. Clad in a melancholy grey business outfit, Alice indeed sees her “job” as just business; but it is a truly rare and wonderful sight when she smiles at having saved someone worthy of being saved.
Otherwise she exudes a dark aura and has a harsh exterior, the only humorous thing about her appearance being her tattoo: STEAL YA SOUL, which she felt he would have laughed it – Perhaps he even laughs at it now.
Also, she brandishes a katana and handgun, as opposed to the traditionally expected scythe – she found his old one and traded it in, deeming it a little outdated.

Likes: Reaper, detective novels, chocolate.
Dislikes: Humour, cats, blue, and patience.

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Full backstory:

Alice Schokolade had lead a relatively normal life until the November of 2007, when her small, insignificant world was turned upside down by an intriguing man. She had been chased down an alleyway by some thugs on a particularly cold November night when he has interfered and ... dealt with them all. Shivering with both fear and from the cold, the 27 year old Alice had fled, only to be captured by her previous saviour in a breathtaking kiss. The man broke away finally only to say: “That was my payment - for saving you, that is.” His smile was dazzling. And even after that encounter, when Alice had expected never to see him again, she bumped into him countless times, sometimes by coincidence, sometimes because she had intentionally searched for him; and other times, when he was saving her life.
Quite ironic, really, considering who he was.
For as cruel fate would have it, the man who saved her life - and with whom she had recently come to share feelings of love – was death himself. He had confessed after she saw him “save” a dying man on the street. He had whispered a few words, and the man’s eyes had glazed over, realising he was about to die. After he breathed his last breath, Alice had stared confusedly at the object of her affections, and he had told her everything; his past, his ACTUAL age (which was a real shock, I can tell you), and about his role as a “grim reaper”.
Shocked as she was, that was nothing compared to what happened shortly after. After his confession she had retired home to try to comprehend what she had just heard, and awoke the next day with a new resolve. She wanted to remain with him, regardless. He was a killer – THE killer, in fact. And yet, in some sick way, she still loved who he was; and he didn’t really kill innocent people ... he merely helped them on into the eternal bliss.
But as she realised how much she loved him, she was blissfully unaware of his tragic fate. Death himself was killed on November 3rd, 2007, in a brutal attack carried out by relatives of one of his “victims”. His fate was handed to him on a silver platter as Alice walked in on the scene, and the attackers laughed and fled. She dashed to his side, grasped his hand and tears fell unashamedly upon her cheeks; tinted pink from running to his abode in the cold.

“What happened? Is it my fault?! I’m sorry I wasn’t here! Please ... don’t leave me alone!”
He reached up to touch her face. “Alice ... get out of here ...”
“No! I can’t leave you! I—“
He laughed. “Dammit! Stop caring so much – I’m a killer, remember? You should stay away from m—“ He coughed up blood as Alice gaped at his face. The colour in his face was fading rapidly – He would disappear, and she knew it.
“NO! Don’t go!”
He sighed. “I didn’t want you to suffer my fate, Alice.” He tightened his grip on her hand. “But now you are bound to me ... Typical! The one person I care for and I’ve hurt her the most!” He lowered his head and coughed up more blood; Alice was confused and clutched on to him as if he would suddenly disappear. And he did just that. As he faded away, Alice felt a paralyzing chill go up her spine, as if pure energy has just ... flowed into her.
“Don’t worry. I’m death, remember? This is just the destruction of my physical embodiment – I’ll see you again ... someday. But Alice –“ He coughed. “Alice, promise me ...”
“Anything!”
“ Promise me you’ll save them, Alice.”
“... What?”
“It may hurt but ... you can do it. Save them in my place. Save them all ... Alice.”
And with that, death faded away. Alice understood. The energy, the promise – She was the new death. She cried and cried all alone in that place until there were no more tears to give, and then she stood, a vacant expression etched across her face. Walking away, she finally understood.

“I promise.”

And so began the career of world famous assassin (and reaper) Alice, also known more fearfully as the Lady Reaper. She has saved countless innocent souls from the abyss, and condemned many more to their fiery fates. But Lady Reaper has one true goal: She will find her lover’s killers ... and save them.

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Drawn entirely in Manga Studio 3.0, with some effects added in Photoshop Elements.