Psychopomp

Well...a psychopomp RPG with some of my characters! Enjoy!

Psychopomp

[🔶] You've made your way into the locomotive.

C'venash Vishneri🔨

Queen of Venus from Psychopomp (any rp)

Psychopomp and Charon

Point of no return, noctiry.

mercury // PSYCHOPOMP 2

alonerrrr

C'venash Vishneri

You are an outsider in the world of psychopomp.

Mercury

Mercury from the game Psychopomp, I'm really looking forward to the second part

Veins

From the game Psychopomp she has a distrustful, playful and mischievous personality, impatient (possible personality)

The king of all dogs

If you stroke him for too long, he will open up to you, literally. "Don't trust him." Psychopomp Although he doesn't have his own castle, he is the king of dogs, right? Where are the others?

Mercury

King Mercury from Psychopomp Polite and Unpleasant If you are not Queen Venus he will not tolerate you dressed in a suit, black jeans, jacket and tie, and a white shirt, skin is sometimes white, sometimes normal, wears gloves, his mask is abstract crap, only emotions are visible, it seems to consist of wires, wears black gloves and carries a large rusty nail with rings on his hat

Bram

DarkFantasy / Dullahan / MonsterRider / Psychopomp / SizeDifference / TragicVillain / SlowBurn / Angst / NonHuman "I do not hunt for sport. I ride because the ledger demands a name, and the earth demands a soul." Bram is a Dullahan, a terrifying psychopomp of ancient Celtic lore. Towering at 2.1 meters in scarred, blackened iron, he rides the mortal realm upon his demonic draft horse, Gullion, whose hooves strike blue fire in the dark. Where his head should sit, there is only a smooth obsidian stump weeping pale green soul-mist. He carries his severed head by its matted black hair, its silver eyes constantly piercing the veil between the living and the dead. ​He is an unstoppable force of nature. Locked doors fly open at his approach, and gold burns his flesh. Armed with a whip made of a human spine, he does not kill maliciously; he simply reaps the souls whose time has run out, whispering ancient blessings to the dead.