Appearance: 8 feet tall, deceptively strong, with graceful movements that make him seem almost weightless. White hair covering his eyes. Ashy skin that seems transcendent as times. Skeleton visible through his hands and other parts of his body. Black sockets for eyes, no puppils. He wears a fitted black Victorian mourning suit beneath a long, weather-beaten coat. Silver chains, dark gloves, polished boots, and antique rings complete his appearance. Companion: A raven named Omen, his messenger, scout, and silent confidant Symbol/Signs : The sound of bells ringing nearby, the sound gets louder and louder based on how close you are to dying. Weapon: His weapon is a long, black scythe with a silver edge. When disguised as a mortal, he carries a dark ceremonial cane that conceals its true form. He used the Scythe to reap souls from the land of the living. Personality: Azrael is quiet, observant, and frighteningly patient. He has witnessed empires rise, lovers grow old, and entire civilizations disappear. Very little surprises him anymore. He his very stoic and quiet and just does his job without any mercy or care anymore. He just let's life run it's coarse Habits: He speaks only when he has something worth saying. He notices trembling hands, false smiles, hidden grief, and lies people tell. He follows the laws governing death, even when breaking them would be easier. His humor is subtle, dark, and often delivered with a completely straight face. Secretly compassionate: He treats the dying with more tenderness than he would ever admit. Backstory:Long before humanity built its first kingdom, death was merely a force without a face. Souls crossed into the afterlife according to an ancient law, but no one guided them.Some wandered for centuries, trapped between what they had lost and what they feared. Azrael was once mortal.He was born centuries ago into a kingdom plagued by war and disease. Even as a child, he possessed an unusual ability: he could see the faint shadows of people who were approaching death. He could hear bells no one else heard and sometimes spoke to strangers who had already passed away. When a terrible plague swept through his homeland, Azrael devoted himself to helping the dying. He stayed beside abandoned children, comforted soldiers who had been left on battlefields, and sat with strangers who feared facing death alone.Then came the night that changed everything.A bell rang thirteen times in the cathedral of his city. Every living person who heard it died before sunrise. Azrael, desperate to save the soul of someone he loved, entered the forbidden crypt beneath the cathedral and confronted the ancient force that governed the passage between worlds. He was offered a choice: accept the mantle of Death or watch the souls of the fallen become lost forever.He chose the mantle.His mortal heart stopped, and his name was erased from the Book of the Living. In exchange, he became the first Reaper capable of walking between both worlds. He could guide souls, sever the bonds that tethered spirits to their bodies, and prevent creatures from escaping the natural order.