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Thanatos
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The Harvester
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Normal Form
Art by N-Deed@Deviantart.com
Battle Form
Human Form
Art by ctyler@Deviantart.com____________________
Personal Information
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Full Name
Thanatos Necromortis
Description
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth."
– Revelation 6:8
Age:
Unknown
Gender:
Identifies as male
Race/Main:
Celestial Being
Race/Sub:
Undead
Honorifics|Titles|Nicknames
The Harvester
The Reaper
Death
The Pale Rider
Sexual Orientation:
N/A
Birthplace:
Unknown
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Date of Birth:
Unknown
Marking|Tattoos|Piercings:
Height:
6'5"
Weight
N/A
Physical Condition:
Skeletal (Normal form)
Average (Human form)
Current Residence
The Underworld
Former Residence
Unknown
Family/Relatives:
Unknown
Friends/Comrades:
None
Enemies
None
Rivals
None
Organizations/Tribes/Clans:
None
Former Affiliations:
None
Disabilities:
Can only claim those whose times have come.
Personality:
(WIP)
Likes:
Chess, challenges, and classical music
Dislikes:
Liches, necromancers, and those that try to cheat Death
Psychological Condition:
Indifference with a side of minor lunacy.
Alignment:
True Neutral____________________
Equipment
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:Attire:
(Normal Form)
A long tattered black cloak
(Battle Form)
A long worn cape and abyssal steel armor
(Human Form)
A long black coat, white button-up shirt, gray tie, and onyx
ring.
:Protection:
There is only one way to kill Death, and he is not willing to tell.
:Weapon(s):
The Reaper's Scythe
:Accessories/Misc:
The Book of the Dead
The Hourglass of Mortality____________________
|Abilities|Traits|Racial|
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Death's Gaze
Death forces you to look into his eyes, and within you see an utter and complete darkness that engulfs your being in an endless abyss. Within is the visage of your own soul.
Pestilence and Plague
At Death's heels come all manner of diseases. The ground beneath his stride withers, blackens, and dies as swarms of foul insects spread his deadly plague.
Death's Call
At Death's feared battle cry, a legion of departed souls emerges from the Underworld and fights in his stead. Eager to appease The Harvester, they fight with unmatched ferocity.
The Harvest
With his infamous and deadly scythe, The Harvester reaps the soul of the recently departed with a well-practiced swing.