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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
6.49 m
Wingspan
5.33 m
Weight
452.26 kg
Genetics
Blood
Python
Python
Fire
Morph
Morph
Gold
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Wildclaw
Max Level
STR
133
AGI
11
DEF
5
QCK
37
INT
8
VIT
6
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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 YAMA ★ God of peaceful death, servant to mortals INFORMATION ★
STORY ★ When the elderly man found himself staring down at his own body, he couldn't quite bring it up in himself to be surprised. He had seen the end coming for a long time- his body old and brittle and his heart heavy. Although, it did surprise him just a little that he was here still, looking at his dead body. It was a bit surreal, is all. Despite his focus on himself, the man could tell that someone stood behind him, and had been since he found himself in this position. It had frightened him at first, but not once had they spoken or tried to make their self known, and he figured a vengeful daemon here to drag him to the fiery depths wouldn't have the politeness to wait. With a heavy breath (was it really breathing if he was dead?) the elderly man gave his body one more glance over before willing himself to face his visitor. If he was to be quite honest with himself, he wasn't sure what to expect upon turning around, but it certainly wasn't- well, an ordinary human-looking man. The man stood before him was not, in fact, a robed skeleton or blue-skinned, multi-eyed deity. Instead, he found a middle-aged man whose sharp blue eyes were kind and crinkled, with tidy, soft looking black hair that could rival a raven's feathers. There was not a draping black hood or scythe on his person, only regular clothes similar to his own peasant garments. Perhaps the only thing off about him was his skin colour, or rather, lack-thereof, as the man was deathly pale (fitting). Indeed, there was nothing outwardly odd or telling about the man and yet, somehow, the old man knew exactly who he was- call it a gut feeling. The man must have heard his inner musings too, because he was smiling gently at him now; the same kind of smile he fondly remembered sharing with his children as he put them to bed. ”Hello Harold,” the visitor finally said, his voice rich and soft and soothing, and every other quality that made for great story telling. ”Hello,” he replied, ”are you here to take me away?” Death never let his smile falter, something that soothed any anxiety the elderly man might still have held. ”Afraid so, old friend,” said Death. Richard nodded slowly, contemplating this, he didn’t mind- not really. He’d led a long life, had his share of adventure before settling down with a wife and kids, all of whom already had kids of their own. He craned his head up, meeting Death’s blue eyes, ”Will it hurt?” He asked, earning a soft chuckle in return. ”The most painful part is already over.” He nodded again, already forming his next question, ”what’s it like- the other side?” At this, Death smiled apologetically, making some sort of gesture with his hand. ”If I told you that, I’d be ruining the surprise.” Upon seeing the old man’s shoulders slump a little, he laughed, smiling reassuringly, ”you’ll like it though, I promise.” There was a brief pause, as though Death was pondering his next words, "I believe someone is waiting for you." At this, Harold perked up, his eyes shining bright with a look that had faded years ago. Death smiled, reaching out a hand in offer, which Harold regarded carefully. ”Come along friend, Anna’s been waiting for six years, you know. She’s grown impatient,” he finished with a laugh, his eyes crinkling in amusement. The old man felt his chest tighten and throb at the mention of her name, tears he didn’t know possible in death gathering at the corners of his eyes. ”Yes, lets,” he choked, ”she always was a feisty one.” Reaching out, he took the strong pale hand in his own calloused one, a reassuring squeeze sending warmth through his old bones. He heard Death give one last, heartfelt laugh, and then they were gone-nothing remaining but a cold body and the first gentle rays of morning light. ADDITIONAL ★ > The primordial god of death, and counterpart and lover to Soheil- god of life. The laidback life-bringer gets on his nerves more than he'd like to admit, but he'd be lying if he said his lover hasn't influenced him for the better of their years together. After all, he never knew laughter until he met Soheil. > Takes his job extremely seriously and may come across as a bit grim because of it. It's not often death cracks a smile, but then again, who can blame him? > Although the god of death, he is not unfair in his actions. While it is does not often occur, he has in the past allowed mortals to continue living passed their due time- granted they can provide a good enough argument for themselves. Consider it a perk of loving life. > When he does get a break from work -which doesn't come often- he prefers to spend it quietly, overlooking the peaceful, otherworldly fields of the underworld where mortals who were good in life go to spend out the rest of eternity. > He can be difficult to get along with, especially when caught in one of his brooding moods, but nevertheless he remains a gentle soul and (usually) means well. Just don't get on his bad side- Death makes for a powerful enemy. ART ★ | x |
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