VI THE IMP BIBLE (OLDER DRAFT)

This is a wild cartoon about a workaholic little woman with heart-shaped horns, pin-pointing ears, and glasses as wide as her heart. She lives in Entrail Arms Apts with a spider named Sammy, and she works as a prac reaper where she's overcoming her handicap of being way too adorable for reaper work. This is a warped world of black and white, where anything can be set-- a horrendous cataclysm and blood and terror one hour, and a fortuitously flowery wave of peace and love the next. Unsheathe your claws and crawl into the UNDERWORLD that Vi calls her home!

Vi is a creation by the Reaper in an illegal attempt to boost the common imp's abilities by forcing a chemical advancement through substances he scored from the darker clouds of heaven... ya with me still?

When a patch of imp embryos were being incubated and assigned to him, Reaper implemented his own alterations, which resulted in fatal diseases upon hatching, if they hatched at all. However, two imps made it past the sickness, and still stand today. One of them is Vi. He covered this up with the ol' "I dunno, it eh, just happened."

But she needs to be good at her job, both from a personal stand point and a professional one. Otherwise, she'll be shriveled. Imps that don't reap well get shriveled up and resigned to maintaining the underworld. Cleaning, servin' yummy skulls, stocking... just jobs that imps largely dislike. Here's what a shriveled imp looks like:

So don't ya dare give up!

LET'S MEET SOME UNDERWORLDERS!

VI, HERSELF

HER BOSS, THE REAPER!

HER BROTHER, DR. VEIN

(Dr. Vein's page to be re-texted, I didn't delve into his doctor "profession" as much as I'd like.)

HER... uhh, outside friend... REINA!

HER AUNT, MEDUSA!

So for a brief run-down...

(More characters to be delved.)

Here's Abyss Ave. Vi lives in the apartments on this street. The watchful eye of the moon keeps things in check.

Can you guess which door is Vi's?

It's not much of a house, but it's all hers! We got a tiny refrigerator, a CRT Skelevision, a chest fulla clothes n stuff, and a frilly lil' bed. Care to join her for the night? Demon Squid Wrestling's on at 8!

HOW TO REAP

The night is blood-red, and the moon tugs your eyes with it's bone-white glow. This is the night where assignments go through. The Skelecopter is spawned from the underworld, and the imps within the carrying sack are ready to take their assigned souls. Even the freak.

[TO BE CONTINUED]