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seven deadly sins against the immortals

By FROSTBITE4395

it is said that the sins Pride and Wrath created an immortal, in every life the soul they made immortal chooses a female, but unknowingly there is a second immortal, they defied all laws and were made immortal by something other than the sins, what made them that way

first immortal:

Name: Qrow Reaper
Age: unknown
Gender: Male
Race: eldest immortal
Personality: Kind, Loyal, seven deadly sins, annoying at times, a leader, etc...
Background/Life: to be revealed

Name: Moira
Age: unknown
Gender: Female
Race: Wrath and Pride incarnate / Immortal
Personality: Creative, Active Imagination, Like to plan meticulously, Dependable, Dislike social Gatherings, Small-talk, Reserved, Come off as hostile, Suspicious, Manipulative, Calm, Even-tempered,
Family: All Dead / None
Bio: to be revealed
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FROSTBITE4395Qrow (kritanta)   266d ago
ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙

back in the eighteen hundreds


"Qrow, c'mon, we have to fight or else we die," a man said as a bullet shot through his head
"JAMES," Qrow yelled in a crying tone

present-day


Qrow watched as the bus drove past him, "great, just another day," he thought while crossing the street to his apartment complex
"Hey Qrow, could you help with the generator outback," a man asked
"Yeah, sure Al," Qrow answered as he walked to the shed and grabbed the toolbox "what's wrong with it now," he asked
"it's just been acting up, the electrician said that it would be a death trap to do it without the proper equipment, but seeing as you're immortal if you die you'll just wake up in an hour or two," Alejandro said
"yep," he said, "well I'll get started," he added

"Alejandro, I finished." Qrow said while walking into the room of the apartment clerks desk, Alejandro was a slim 6'4" male with a dragon tattoo on his left arm, he wore a white T-shirt and baggy jeans most of the time. Qrow was a Semi-buff 7'5" giant who had a tattoo of two AK's crossed with an American flag waving in the background on his back and he wore a greyish-black shirt with baggy jeans, he wore a pair of dog-tags with his name from the first world war imprinted on them, sadly he was already two-thousand and five-hundred years old by that time.
"Awesome." Alejandro answered, suddenly a bullet shot through Qrows head from the back, it seemed to have been from a building judging by the downwards slant of the entrance and exit of it. About forty minutes later Qrow woke up on Alejandroes mattress in the backroom and groaned in pain.
"Al." Qrow said, Alejandro, flew through the door with bandages and gauze, "Oh, thanks bud." Qrow said with a smile
"No problem man, it looked like that bullet almost blew every bit of your brain out, I mean, pieces of your head flew everywhere." Alejandro said with an expression that screamed 'it was amazing!'
"Al. Who saw?" Qrow asked.

A dark figure loomed over Moira's sleeping frame, the shadows seemed to come alive as the room became engulfed in darkness.

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Moira bolted upright, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as she sprung awake, launched out of her sleep. She sat up and shook her head lightly letting out a deep sigh and swinging her legs off the side of the cot she slept in. Stretching until several pops were heard, she finally stood up and gazed out through the small garage windows into the starlit sky, watching the setting moon. [b [+magenta "Perfect."]] She spoke softly and managed a small smile as she gathered her clothes, taking an early morning shower and enjoying the lack of human interaction as she got ready to go to work.

Nearly thirty minutes later, wearing her usual grey, sleaveless turtle-neck shirt, a jean jacket, black jeans and her boots, Moira grabbed her keys and purse and walked out to her car. She slid into the drivers seat and pulled out of the driveway swiftly making her way towards her shop; [b Marigold Fusion]. A mechanics and inventing shop she created within her first lifetime renouned in the town for her creations spanning from simple auto-repair to cybernetics, robotics, droids and more. She was currently working on several projects due to clients by the end of the week, she quickly changed into overalls once at the shop and got to work.

Moira's back was turned to the door when the bell dinged. [b [+magenta "I'll be with you in a minute."]] She called back simply, creating the final touches of a small buttler-bot when the cold barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of her head. A shot rang out and everything went black.

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[b [+blue "Moira... Moira!"]] A familiar voice called her name, shaking her awake as she opened her eyes in a dimly lit room in the back of the shop out of site.

Moira sighed and sat up, looking at the girl who's eyes seemed to glitter with wonder. [b [+magenta "Stop looking at me like that"]] Moira growled. [b [+magenta "Have you done anything in the shop today while I was out, Maria?"]] She glared at the girl.

[b [+blue "You mean other than clean your blood off of everything? No."]] Maria replied simply with a smile indicating she was used to Moira's snippy attitude.

((sorry it took me so long... hope it's not too bad))

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