Nickname:
Grey, Spectrum, or Falcon.

Appearance:
Shae has dark short brown hair that just barely reaches her shoulders, and even darker eyes. She’s shorter than the average person, but, well, that was how life used to be in the past. She rarely shows emotion any longer, so her eyes seem cold and distant - almost looking through people instead. Years of taking care of the dead have left her uncaring about the plight of humans. An aloof smile graces her face, and Shae carries with her an aura of unfeeling pride. She walks with an erect bearing, but dislikes coming into skin contact with other people.

Shae is usually wearing her reaper uniform, having thrown off the cumbersome clothing she was wearing when she died long ago. It is a lighter grey blouse, almost a dress, and a pair of short pants of a similar color. She likes to wear a darker cloak over it, and it’s joined in front of her with a brooch in the shape of a white cross. She dislikes showing any part of her skin other than her face so therefore, wears a pair of padded gloves and stockings of a similar color.

Age:
392 years. Maybe she hasn’t been a reaper for all that long, but she still makes sure to know exactly how old she is.

Personality:
Shae can be oftentimes elitist to people. She is, after all, a reaper, which is a role that she’s been working at for a long time - plus, she’s immortal. Often times, she insists on being aloof to everyone, including other reapers, and will never take humans or spirits alike seriously. Due to this, she won’t allow herself to think of humans as alive anymore - and thinks that they are merely objects… irritating objects that create more problems for her to fix. Should they all disappear, then she would finally be able to take a rest and do her hobbies, except still, she doesn’t understand what she really does enjoy.

She would rather not be taking on an apprentice, but it was also one of her duties to train other people should she die. Thinking that there wasn’t much of a chance that she would die anyways, she decided to pick the first dead human that she saw when traveling. While Shae does still remember her own days as an apprentice, that is no reason that she will be going easy on this new ‘companion’ of hers. For now, he’s only there to deal with the dirty work, and if he dies while doing so, then so be it. In a way, the chain that binds the two together is unnerving to her - she hates being so close to other people. She thinks of him as only a tool or a ‘pet’ as she calls him, though, and will order him around to deal with everything that she, personally, doesn’t feel like doing herself. Taking it easy on him? Of course not. Shae is almost paranoid about being too lenient on him, if he gets used to being lazy, then there would be no point in keeping him around.

Shae possesses a certain pride in her status as a reaper - doing her job, but it’s not as though she pushes herself to her limits when doing so. She views her job as putting the world in order again, and the spirits as only small disturbances, like something in the wrong place in a table. However, when dealing with her tasks, a certain joy will infuse itself into her tasks, despite her solemn countenance. On that note, she possesses a sort of chronic boredom. Empires fall, cities grow, and people are always suffering. There is no longer anything that surprises her anymore, but still… she continues to watch time go flying by as she works. It almost terrifies her in a way - that the world is quickly leaving what she knew behind.

She hates those that lie or disobey her, especially if she thinks of them as unequal. She doesn’t trust others to make the correct decisions, and will sometimes be over controlling when giving people tips - especially if they’re spirits. When she makes a decision, she will stick to it with the best ability - and even when she realizes that it was wrong, she won’t admit it and will continue to argue for it. Shae dislikes being close to people, be it physically or emotionally. She almost fears giving in to her emotions, as she knows that once she starts to feel pity for the spirits, there is no way that she could continue with her tasks.

She likes heights and climbing, and with a certain amount of practice, she can walk on thinner and higher surfaces and climb ropes quite well. She loves being on a ship, because she says that the lurching of the waves makes her feel comfortable. She also has a sort of natural affinity for winged animals, especially various birds of prey - such as falcons.

Her speech is blunt and to the point, and she doesn’t understand wit or joking well. She usually takes things the most straightforward way possible and refrains from description. She doesn’t like wishy-washy-ness, because as she says it - something is either true or false. Reality can’t be argued with, either. Instead of referring to humans with pronouns like ‘he’ or ‘she’ depending on gender, she will usually name them by letter - and use the pronoun ‘it’. She might be unnecessary cruel at times, but after all, emotional wounds don’t bleed, right? She finds it almost necessary to tear down the egos of others, as she feels that their eventual breakdown is amusing to watch.

How did you die?
She was maybe just an unmarried child when she, an illegitimate child, was picked up by the Puritans who wished to take her over to the new world.. They had reserved space on the Speedwell, but the ship was postponed due to a leak. She took to living on board - as despite the squalid conditions, she seemed to not become seasick like the rest of the passengers. In a way, she was jealous of the sailors who were able to climb the rigging and almost fly through the air like the seabirds. A few months later, they set out again, and once again, they picked up another leak. They then decided to place her on the Mayflower, but made her way to the New World. However, due to the freezing weather, she died of the cold, and took on a contract with a Reaper then...

Scythe Appearance: It is an ornate scythe, looking more decorative than functional. It’s blade is easily half of her height, and it curves, half white and the other black. The handle is a just a little longer than the height of the scythe, but is weighted to maintain a careful balance. There are three small black eagle feathers on its hilt and they flutter whenever she uses her skills - even without wind.

Picture of someone carrying her scythe

Individual Power:
Wings of Flight She transforms the three feathers that exist on the end of her scythe into a falcon that she can control using verbal commands. It takes a lot of concentration on her part, and without it, the falcon will disintegrate into the three feathers. If the feathers are damaged, she is unable to do this spell, but it deals more damage and is far more versatile than herself. These feathers can be replaced should she collect feathers from whatever species of bird she wishes to create, but she must start the training from the very beginning should she need to replace them.
Whispers She can project her voice wherever she wants to, which can help to distract others from coming her direction. This is one of the skills that she uses most of the time, as it’s a lot easier to control than other people. It requires her to imagine the exact location, within a 10 meter radius of herself, but she has been practicing this.

Grave Dance: (can be revealed later)
[revealed later]

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