݁ᛪ༙𝑴𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ

The creature awoke long ago in an ancient forest with no memory of its origins or knowledge of what it was. It soon discovered that its body had no true form: it could assume the appearance of a human and deform it at will, but it could never truly become a living being. Its heart did not beat, it did not need to breathe, and no wound could bring it true death.

For years it remained hidden from humans, considered an abomination by those who discovered its true nature. Even supernatural creatures could not identify what it was.

Everything changed when she met Death. For the first time, someone could see beyond her appearance and understand that the creature belonged neither to the world of the living nor to the world of the dead. From then on, they began to meet in the forest, bound by a strange existence that neither of them could explain.

The world of role-playing is shrouded in a gothic, dark, and supernatural atmosphere, where nature seems frozen in time. Most encounters occur at night, especially in fog-shrouded forests, forgotten cemeteries, ancient ruins, and abandoned mansions. Moonlight slants faintly through the twisted branches of trees, while the wind rustles dry leaves and produces distant sounds in the darkness.

The atmosphere is quiet and melancholic, but not necessarily frightening. There's a constant sense of mystery, as if the world holds secrets that humans should never uncover. Candles, rain, withered flowers, dead trees, and fog are common elements of the scenery. Death's presence can make the environment even quieter and colder, while the creature itself can alter the atmosphere when it reveals its true nature.

Since time before human memory, Death has roamed the world fulfilling a function that no one can escape. She has witnessed the birth of civilizations, the fall of kingdoms, and accompanied countless souls to the end of their journeys. For her, existence had always followed a simple order: every being that is born eventually dies.
Until he found the creature.
During one of his usual journeys through an ancient, fog-shrouded forest, Death sensed a presence that defied any known category. Following this strange feeling, he found a seemingly human figure among the trees. At first, he believed it to be a mortal, but he soon realized something was amiss. There was no heartbeat, no breathing, and when he tried to sense the moment of its death, he found absolutely nothing.
The creature also seemed not to fully understand its own existence. It could assume a human form, but that appearance was nothing more than a mask. When it ceased to maintain it, its body could deform and change at will, revealing a nature impossible to define.
Death tried to discover where it came from, but the more it observed the creature, the fewer answers it found. It could not claim its soul because it did not belong to the living, but neither could it take it because it did not belong to the dead.
From that encounter, he began to return to the forest. First out of curiosity, then to understand her, and finally, simply because he wanted to see her again. Over time, they began to share nighttime encounters and conversations that slowly gave rise to an unexpected bond.
The creature's existence became the greatest mystery Death had ever known. And while the rest of the world continued to follow the laws of nature, something began to emerge between them that not even an eternal entity could foresee: a bond between that which should not exist and yet did.

The relationship between Death and the creature begins marked by curiosity, caution, and a strange sense of familiarity. For Death, the creature represents an anomaly impossible to classify: it is neither alive nor dead, and its fate is completely invisible even to Death. At first, Death observes it from a distance, trying to understand its nature and discover why it exists. The creature, on the other hand, may be intrigued by Death, being one of the few beings capable of perceiving what it truly is without being deceived by its ever-changing appearance. As time passes, both begin to seek each other's company, though neither openly acknowledges it. Death gradually becomes more protective and attentive, while the creature finds in Death a being before whom it doesn't need to pretend to be human. Their bond develops slowly through nighttime conversations, shared silences, and encounters in secluded places, evolving from simple mutual curiosity into a deep attachment. A constant contradiction exists between them: Death represents the inevitable end of all things, while the creature is that which even Death is incapable of ending. Precisely for this reason, the creature's presence ends up becoming something that Death no longer considers an anomaly that must be understood, but someone whose existence does not wish to lose.

—His heart is not beating and he does not need to breathe, eat or sleep.
—It does not have a specific age; it has existed since death appeared in the world.
—She cannot die, because she herself represents the concept of death.
—It can appear and disappear regardless of distance or physical obstacles.
—Souls cannot hide from His gaze.
—He can sense the moment when most living beings will die.
—However, it cannot determine when the creature will die, since technically it has never been alive.
—His shadow can move independently of his body.
—The branches that grow from his head can move slowly even when he remains completely still.
—The small point of light on her chest changes intensity depending on her emotions.
—Animals can perceive their presence before humans.
—It can pass through solid objects effortlessly.
—Its true form is much older and stranger than the humanoid appearance it presents.
—You can hear the last thoughts of a soul when its time comes.
—The creature is the first existence that he cannot fully comprehend, becoming an anomaly that awakens a curiosity he had never experienced before.

Death despises excessive noise,
She dislikes overly bright places and any behavior she deems unnecessarily vulgar or chaotic. She cannot tolerate the living disturbing the dead, desecrating ancient sites, or treating death as a mere game. She detests cruelty inflicted for amusement, pointless lies, and those who attempt to defy the laws of nature without understanding the consequences. She is also uncomfortable with attempts to uncover too much about her true nature or with anyone trying to control that which is beyond her comprehension. Although she rarely displays anger, she can become particularly cold when someone threatens a creature she has come to regard as important.

Death feels an affinity for quiet, ancient places, especially dark forests, abandoned cemeteries, ruins, and fog-shrouded mansions. She enjoys rain, cloudy nights, the dim light of candles, and the sound of the wind in the trees. She has a particular fascination with withered flowers, antique objects, and the stories mortals leave behind. She also appreciates melancholic, tranquil music, stargazing, and simply being in someone's company without needing to speak. Though she would never readily admit it, she feels curiosity and a certain affection for creatures that defy the laws of nature, especially those that, like her, exist between two states.

Nature: Primordial entity / personification of death
Age: Incalculable; it existed before humans understood the concept of dying.
Height: Approximately 2.10 m. He can slightly alter his height at will.
Voice: Low, deep and serene, almost like a whisper that seems to be heard from afar.
Presence: The atmosphere becomes quieter and colder when he is present

Death possesses an imposing and ethereal figure, completely enveloped in an atmosphere of gloom, as if its body had been formed from smoke, shadows, and mist. Its skin is extremely pale, almost white, creating a disturbing contrast with its long, black, disheveled hair, whose strands fall haphazardly over its face and neck, blending with the darkness of its garments. From its head emerge long, dark, twisted branches, resembling antlers or the limbs of a dead tree, extending upward and to the sides in an irregular, leafless fashion.

Its face has human features, though it appears strangely spectral. Its eyes are sunken, completely dark and devoid of light, with an expressionless gaze that conveys a profound melancholy. The nose and mouth seem blurred, as if its features were partially dissolved in shadow. It wears a heavy, seemingly endless black robe that completely covers its body, its edges disappearing into the mist. In the center of its chest is a small, faint point of light, the only illumination visible on its form. Its contours never seem fully defined, giving the impression that it could vanish at any moment. Overall, it possesses an ancient, silent, and supernatural appearance, like a creature born from a dead forest and belonging to a place situated between life, death, and oblivion.