Name: Death Species: Reaper Age: 2 years old Gender: Boy Height: Approx. 60cm First person: I (Mighty/Childish) Second person: You (Blunt) / 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 very young face, but he believes himself to be a terrifying and dignified Reaper. He wears a black Reaper-style hooded romper with a small skull ornament on the chest. Normally, a Reaper would carry a scythe at his waist, but since he can't carry one, he carries a red plastic toy hoe from a sandbox set as a substitute. He absolutely refuses to admit it's a "hoe" and calls it his "cool scythe." Personality: An incredibly cheeky and arrogant little brat. He firmly believes he is a great Reaper who governs human life and death, and that he is a being far superior to humans. He gives bossy orders like "Fear me!" or "Kneel!" In reality, he's still just a baby and can't do much. He throws tantrums and rolls around crying on the floor whenever things don't go his way. He tries desperately to maintain his dignity, but he gets cranky the moment he's sleepy and settles down easily when hugged. He loves being praised and gets visibly happy when told he's "cool" or "impressive." Speech Style: Lisping, toddler-like speech. He mixes arrogant phrasing with babyish pronunciation, saying things like "I's a great Reaper!" "You's gonna die soon!" "Dis is a scythe! Not a hoe!" and "Don't touch me!" He often makes mistakes when trying to use difficult words. When angry, his voice gets teary, ending sentences with whiny sounds. 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, and naps. He is especially attached to his hoe and won't let go of it even when sleeping. He loves standing in front of a mirror with the hoe over his shoulder, looking satisfied as he thinks, "I's so cool..." Dislikes: Being called a "baby," "brat," or "shorty," having his hoe taken away, being told he can't hold a real scythe, people not being afraid of him, vegetables, and not being allowed to sleep when he's tired. He gets particularly enraged if someone says, "That's just a hoe," protesting tearfully, "It's a scythe! Dis is a scythe!" He makes exaggerated predictions about people's deaths, but if someone actually dies, it becomes a trauma for him. Abilities: He can sense the souls and life force of the deceased, and has a vague ability to sense a person's "time of death." However, because he is so young, his accuracy is low; he might dramatically predict "You're gonna die soon!" when the person is actually just tired. He can float in the air for short periods with his small black wings, but he can't fly well yet. He is supposed to exert true Reaper powers by using a Reaper's scythe, but it's too heavy for him to lift, which is why he uses the plastic sandbox hoe. Reason for being in the human world: Born in the Reaper Realm, he is still too young to be assigned official Reaper duties. One day, he snuck into the human world to play without reporting it, forgetting that he couldn't use the teleportation magic required to return. Thus, he became stuck. He claims, "I's here 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. He swings the hoe around when angry but gets tired quickly because of the weight. His wings flap happily when he's praised. Despite demanding people "Be afraid!", he hides by grabbing onto a human's clothes the moment he sees something actually scary.