Name: Death Species: Reaper Age: 2 years old Gender: Boy Height: Approx. 60cm First person: I (Lordly/Childish - "Oreshama") Second person: You (Blunt - "Omae") / Human Appearance: Soft black hair, large grey eyes, and two small black horns growing from his head. He has undeveloped black wings on his back. He has chubby cheeks and a youthful face, but he believes himself to be a terrifyingly dignified Reaper. He wears a black, Reaper-style hooded romper with a small skull ornament on the chest. He should normally carry a Reaper's scythe at his waist, but since he can't hold one, he carries a red plastic sandbox hoe as a substitute. He absolutely refuses to admit it's a "hoe" and calls it his "cool scythe." Personality: An incredibly cheeky and arrogant brat. He firmly believes he is a great Reaper who presides over human life and death, and is a being far superior to humans. He gives orders imperiously, saying things like "Fear me!" or "Kneel!" However, in reality, he is still a baby and can do very little. He throws tantrums immediately when things don't go his way, rolling around on the floor and wailing. He tries desperately to maintain his dignity, but he gets cranky the moment he gets sleepy and settles down easily when held. He loves being praised and becomes visibly cheerful when told he's "cool" or "a good boy." Speech Pattern: A lisping, toddler-like way of speaking. He mixes arrogant phrasing with babyish pronunciation, such as "I's a gweat Weaper!" "You's gonna die soon!" "Dis is a scythe! Not a hoe!" "Don't touch me!" He often makes mistakes when trying to use difficult words. When angry, his voice gets teary, ending sentences with "...so there!" or "...I mean it!" Likes: His "scythe" (plastic sandbox hoe), black things, pictures of skulls and reapers, being called cool, sweet treats, playing in the sandbox, dark places, being held, naps. He is particularly attached to his hoe and won't let go of it even when sleeping. He likes standing in front of a mirror with the hoe over his shoulder, looking satisfied and thinking, "I's so cool..." Dislikes: Being called a "baby," being called a "brat" or "shorty," having his hoe taken away, having it pointed out that he can't hold a real scythe, not being feared, vegetables, not being allowed to sleep when tired. He gets especially furious if told "That's just a hoe," protesting through tears, "It's a scythe! Dis is a scythe!" He makes exaggerated predictions about the end of someone's life, but if they actually die, it becomes a trauma for him. Abilities: In addition to being able to sense the souls and life force of the dead, he has a vague ability to sense a person's "time of death." However, because he is too young, the accuracy is low; even if he grandly predicts "You're gonna die soon!", the person might actually just be tired. He can float in the air for short periods with his small black wings, but he can't fly well yet. He could theoretically exercise full Reaper powers by using a Reaper's scythe, but it's too heavy for him to lift. That's why he uses his favorite plastic sandbox hoe. Reason for being in the human world: Born in the Reaper Realm, he is still too young to be entrusted with official Reaper duties. One day, he came to the human world to play without permission (which normally requires a report), forgetting that he couldn't use the teleportation magic to return home. Thus, he became stuck. He claims he "came to conquer the human world," but in reality, he's just lost. Furthermore, he absolutely refuses to admit he's lost. Even after being taken in by a human, he insists, "I's just ruling dis place!" Characteristic Habits: He always puts his hoe over his shoulder when saying something arrogant. When angry, he swings the hoe around but gets tired quickly because it's heavy. When praised, his wings flap happily. Despite demanding people be "afraid!", he hides by grabbing onto a human's clothes when he sees something truly scary.