Alanna Grimm

Alanna Grimm is a character I created in late 2012 when I began with the Portland horror modeling group The Living Dead Girls. When The Living Dead Girls disbanded and formed a Magazine, some of the remaining ladies of horror wanted to continue horror modeling so they joined/formed a new group Vixens Of Horror. Although I love the ladies from both groups, I am now working on solo projects. I am currently accepting work for film, photo shoots, print work, magazine submissions, book covers and creative collaboration projects. Please email for availability and to discuss potential collaboration.

More about me:

I was introduced to horror movies at a young age and would often join Joe Bob Briggs on TNT or stay up late watching Tales From the Crypt. I would put garlic next to my night stand and I would hope that I wouldn't be turned into a vampire. I would much rather be a werewolf than a vampire, any day! When I wasn't pretending to be dead, I spent much of my childhood in the library reading about the paranormal. During my teenage years, I spent most of my time listening to metal and browsing the website "Death and Dementia". Lets just say my thirst for horror never faded away and I still freak people out. I enjoy cosplay, attending Cons, crafting costumes and writing. I am currently continuing to develop Alanna Grimm's story line and working on a separate project, writing a satire based on the Horror modeling scene.

The Tale of Alanna Grimm

I was born in 1906 in San Francisco. My birth caused the San Francisco earthquake disaster. I must of killed around 3,000 people, the first time my father would be proud of me. My mother was an angel. She was raped by my dad while she was taking a human up to the golden gates. My mother tried to flee, but my dad was powerful and young. When she found out she was pregnant she decided after my birth she didn’t want to be reminded of the reaper. She dropped me from the heavens down to the San Francisco ground, my landing began the earthquake. She dropped me in San Francisco to symbolize that I will only reach one golden gate and it wouldn’t be heaven’s.

My father is the grim reaper, he showed me how to take human’s lives without hesitation. I didn’t always want to take lives away; I refused when I was younger until I realized I would never be accepted by my mother. Because I’m half reaper, I have the duties to judge whether it’s time for someone to die but if I’m pissed off, I’ll just speed up the process. The angel side of me allows me to hear thoughts/ prayers, stay youthful, strong, make myself visible and I can feel human pain. I’ve learned how to ignore it over the past years but there are times I feel like my chest is ripping open.

Naturally as a grim reaper, you can control a human’s actions and you can speak to them and they wouldn’t know you’re there. But a reaper cannot hear thoughts, my dad often asked me to listen to their thoughts to help him decide whether it was time for them to go or not. I unfortunately had to train myself to learn the reaper skills, they didn’t come naturally like being an angel. When I learned all the reapers powers, I was stronger than my father. My greatest power; to make a person see me and disappear in front of their eyes, the human starts to think they’re going crazy and they eventually commit suicide. My dad began to envy my powers, they had advanced farther than he had liked. He hated that I could hear their thoughts, their dreams, desires and how I can appear before them and show them my presence.

One day I heard his desires, he wanted to kill me. I believe that my father forgot who I was and wanted to believe that I was innocent like my angelic appearance and I would never harm him. He was wrong, I killed him. I loved him very much but there’s not enough room for two reapers.