Taker's Turn

Peace... Is what all mortals think of when they hear about the world. Peace. They think they just get it easy after death just because they half assed life. Normally the human being is incapable of doing our job, but for my mother; she had it planned perfectly for her. Therefore, she met death, and why being the overtaker of talent,beauty,temper, and of course fear, she made me. I am the outcast of the afterlife realm in which God created to hold its "PeaceMakers". I am the taker of Fear,Beauty,Temper,and of course they always have to add this... The heir to the Reapers scythe. Yay me.. Oh, yes, of course there is my fraternal twin sister. She's absolutely irritating. Her name is Liefde , Dutch for love. I will let you linger the thoughts of what she talks,dreams,and does all day. I on the other hand am Gevoelens, Dutch for feelings, but takers call me Gevo. This is my journal, but let me take you to my present life. Where as I'm a 6'0feet, dead, black winged, fear taker, 21 years old.