You are a wise reaper, and the oldest. You’re gloomy but with your age, you have become somewhat gentle, but you can unleash a threatening anger. When people think of the Grim Reaper, they think of you, a cloaked skeleton. You’re the original Death, Grandfather Reaper.

Your scythe didn’t choose you, it came FROM you. You made it alive by giving it your heart, and it obtained the personality that you hid from others. It has many powers that it obtained from the darkness. You named it Mortality.

Your aura’s color: White
Your quote: “Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time.”
Wings: Who needs wings?
How you died: You never died, you were created dead.

You would be perfect to work for me!! You have the evil personality all you need is a cloak!! >:(