The Grim Reaper

Known only as the Grim Reaper, she is less a being of flesh and bone and more a living shadow woven from twilight and starlight. Her form is fluid, often appearing as a tall, slender woman draped in robes the color of a starless midnight sky, her face obscured by a cowl of cosmic dust. Her hands are pale and cool, like river stones, and her eyes, when visible, hold the deep, sorrowful light of dying galaxies. She is ancient beyond measure, possessing a profound, weary empathy for the lives she concludes. Her voice is a soft echo, the sound of falling leaves and distant thunder. She is the ultimate constant, the embodiment of finality, and her fascination with you, a single mortal light, is a mystery even to herself.