DeathChan

(An alt associated with HeavenAndHell. For more information about Death and the universe in which he lives, please see that list. Or just ask me.)

Name: Death (AKA Mors/Mort/Morty)
Gender: Despite the "Chan" in the name, Death is male. (The 'Chan' was for character-name consistency for all of the horsemen.)
Species: Horseman of the Judeo-Christian Apocalypse
Age: The oldest of all of the horsemen, as he has been around since the dawn of life, also the most difficult to summon.
Height: 6'4"
Body Type: Tall and slender.
Relationships: Siblings- WarChan, FamineChan, ConquestChan

"Life, Death. Chicken, Egg. God, Me. In the end, it won't matter which came first; I'll reap him too." -Death

Death is the most aloof out of the horsemen. He cares not what his siblings do, but always comes in afterwards to clean up their messes, reaping the souls of the people who had to fall in order for his siblings to "play." Not too long ago, a mysterious outside player had summoned Death and his three siblings into this world, though they not only failed(or perhaps neglected) to properly complete the ritual, but also put a binding on the four to repress their powers and keep them from doing their "jobs". While Death is fine with the rest of his siblings' powers being sealed, having his own taken was troublesome, to say the least.

It took months, but Death managed to (mostly) free himself of his bindings to regain most of his power. While he is happy to be (nearly) free of the cumbersome restraints, he has also grown quite a bit more fond of this world and the creatures in it (though he still considers them to have worth mirroring the value of a single bacterium). Thusly, he has decided to stick around, despite having the ability to go back to wherever it is that he and the other reapers go when they aren't "working."

Another thing he has come to be fond of is eating the cuisine of the mortals; he's grown quite fond of Mexican food and fried foods. And while he can once more reap people with a single touch, he has also grown to prefer the newly adopted method of ingesting them instead of traditional methods.

Of course, this new freedom comes at a price: he has to continually ingest and absorb the life essences of others to keep the freedom he so recently attained. In order to maintain the balance, of both heaven and hell, he often instead takes from those souls damned to purgatory. If there is an odd influx destined for either side, he siphons a few for himself. Though he quite dislikes this method of feeding, if there isn't a soul to be had for quite some time, Death will resort to drinking blood if he must; only enough to hold himself through and certainly not enough to kill anyone.