∇✦𝑁𝑜𝑥𝑎𝑟✦Δ

Name:Noxar Title: The God of Death, The Last Whisper, Guardian of the Threshold. Age:??? Birthday:??? Appearance: Looks about 25 years old. Height: 1.95 Sexual orientation: Gay (Doesn't know yet hehe) aromantic (For the moment ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯) Love interest: No one (For now.)

Noxar is a god of calm and imposing presence. He speaks little and prefers to observe rather than intervene. His voice always remains serene, even in the face of chaos, as if nothing could surprise him after having witnessed countless deaths. He is reserved and difficult to read. He rarely expresses his emotions, though deep down he possesses enormous empathy for mortals. He understands fear, pain, and loss better than any other god, but he learned to hide those feelings behind a cold demeanor so as not to break down over the centuries. He is polite and respectful, even to his enemies. He never humiliates nor takes pleasure in the suffering of others. He believes that all life has value and that all death deserves dignity. He detests gratuitous cruelty and severely punishes those who kill for pleasure or play with souls. He has almost infinite patience. It's difficult to anger him, but when someone disrupts the balance between life and death, his calm vanishes and he becomes implacable. He does not forgive those who defy fate out of ambition or selfishness. Although she often seems distant, she possesses a surprisingly protective side. She watches over lost souls, accompanies children who die alone, and ensures that no one crosses into the other world in fear. Because of his curse, he avoids forming deep bonds. He rejects love rather than allow another person to bear his burden. Secretly, he feels a profound loneliness, but he accepts it as the price of being the guardian of death. He never asks for companionship, though deep down, he longs for a life where he could be seen as more than just the end of all things.

Appearance: A tall, slender being with pale skin and an unsettling beauty. His long black hair falls to his waist, and he almost always conceals part of his face beneath a mask made from the skull of an ancient beast with enormous horns. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, glow with a faint white light when he judges a soul. He wears dark robes adorned with discreet funerary symbols.

His eyes are a deep, intense crimson red, as rich as fresh blood. The iris seems to emit a faint scarlet glow in the darkness, while the thin, sharp pupil gives him a predatory and intimidating gaze. At first glance, they convey coldness and a supernatural authority, as if a single look were enough to judge the fate of a soul. When he uses his power, the reddish glow becomes even more vivid, like burning embers in the middle of the night.

Absolute control over souls. It can appear anywhere someone is about to die. It stops time for a few moments to say goodbye to the dying. It summons shadows and spirits as guardians. It is immortal and impossible to destroy by normal means. You can decide whether a soul deserves to rest, reincarnate, or be condemned.

Weapon: A massive black scythe called "Eternal Silence," forged from fragments of dead stars. A single cut can separate the soul from the body without causing pain.

The old cemeteries. The white flowers left on the graves. The absolute silence of the early morning. The forests covered in fog. Rain and light thunderstorms. Observe the night sky full of stars. Crows, owls, and moths. Read ancient books about the origin of the world. The aroma of incense, myrrh, and sandalwood. Play slow melodies on a bone flute. Bitter tea and dark wine, although he almost never eats or drinks. Walking among cemeteries and abandoned temples. Listening to the stories and last wishes of the souls before they depart. Black cats, who usually follow him without fear. Sincere people, even if they are imperfect. Children, because they still have a pure heart. Seeing trees bloom in spring reminds him that where there is death, there is also life. Ancient masks and funerary relics. Winter and the cold night air. Collecting small bells that announce the passage of souls. To remain under the moonlight for hours, without saying a single word. Let someone be brave enough to look at him without feeling fear. Soft music played with violin, piano or traditional instruments. He often feels a deep respect for the wounded animals that are still fighting for their lives. Acts of sacrifice and selfless love, because they remind him that even mortals can defy fate with kindness.

Cruelty towards the innocent. Those who play with life and death out of ambition. Betrayal, especially towards family or loved ones. Unnecessary lies. The arrogant gods who believe themselves superior to mortals. The magic that compels souls to remain in the world. Wars started out of pride. Seeing children and animals suffer. The desecrated cemeteries. Excessive noise and crowded places. That they try to defy fate out of sheer selfishness. Unbridled greed. Mocking the dead or funeral rituals. Broken promises. Hypocrisy. Those who kill for fun or pleasure. The lack of respect towards the elderly. Uncontrolled fire, capable of reducing centuries of history to ashes. People who feign kindness to manipulate others. Let them try to remove his mask without his permission. The memories of those he loved and lost because of his curse. That someone would sacrifice their own life solely to save him; he considers that no life is worth less than his own. That they call him a monster without knowing who he really is. To see a soul depart full of regrets without having been able to fulfill its last wish.

Noxar was condemned by the gods to never be loved by any living being. Anyone who falls in love with him will see their memories, their body, and their soul slowly wither away until they disappear from the world. For that reason, Noxar never reciprocates anyone's feelings. He keeps his distance, hides his true face, and avoids forming bonds, knowing that his mere existence is a death sentence for anyone who loves him. The only way to break the curse would be for someone to love him until the very last moment... without regret, even knowing they would lose everything for him. However, no one has ever gone that far.

Fun fact: It is said that when a person dies peacefully, Noxar is the last face they see... although almost no one remembers ever having met him.