Death
Death Incarnate
His name, His name hath been forgotten
A man long 'go
but now stays rotten
His body lost,
Soul Shattered,
In a place
Where nothing mattered
This Man, This man was touched by th' Crow
An Ancient Curse cast millenia ago.
His sleep disturbed,
His past perturbed,
He goes forth now
To reap the sow.
Kill the Pride, Cut the Sloth
Remove the evil,
From the broth.
An ancient Man,
A deadly weapon.
He cuts those with sin,
To kill what's within.
A man, a man, too long ago.
Now he reaps what he hath sew.
Name: Lost Long agoAlias: Death, The Reaper, The Final End
Home Planet: Unknown
Faction: N/A
Rank: The Reaper
Species: Force Spectre; Human (Perceived Form)
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown (Millenia)
Height: Varies
Weight: Varies
Hair: None; Brown (Perceived Form)
Eyes: None; Brown (Perceived Form)
Force Sensitive: Once, now no longer
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Strengths and Weaknesses (Minimum 2 Weaknesses):
WIP
