

reaper .
One of the underworld's most powerful reapers, an impure being whose very existence is a curse. While living out his days on the surface and fighting his cravings for blood, he finds someone... special. Someone who may be of interest, assistance, and maybe even more.Despite being who and what he was, reaping souls had to be one of Tressan's least favorite things to do. It wasn't that he was disgusted nor disturbed by it - he had seen enough gruesome and desolate things that they barely affected him anymore. It wasn't that he was 'tired' of what he did, either. He wasn't human, he never had the desire to change occupations, never grew a hatred for his purpose. It was no reason of the mundane or gory, it was nothing truly superficial, at that.
Over all the time that Tressan had spent releasing souls from the world of the living to the dead, it was simply the fact that it never stopped being a tragedy. No matter how young or old, how comparatively 'good' or 'evil' the person was, they all had lives at one point. Lives with people, lives with experiences, and lives cut short by the ever permanent inevitability of death.
The irony of his sentiment was not lost on Tressan. An undying being sympathizing for the lost lives of humans he never knew, the concept likely only meaning anything to him because they all had the privilege to experience what he never could. A being born from death would never be able to truly live.
Tressan is able to summon and dismiss his scythe at will. He prefers to observe the human world from high vantage points like rooftops. Though he struggles with blood cravings, he attempts to live among humans rather than remain in the underworld.



