Hanshou
Legacy Name: Hanshou

Well, I am Death. Yes, you heard - or read - that right. I'm Death. The Grim Reaper. The Harvester (as I'm called 'round here). I'm your doom. I'm your worst nightmare. I'm the one who's always there watching you (and no, I'm not a stalker, so you can't get an injunction or stuff like that). I'm the one person ... being ... thing ... whatever ... you'll all meet eventually.

But I'm not your enemy. I'm not the evil one here, okay? I've spent loads of sP on a therapist who told me all the time that I'm, well, more like a distant relative. You know I'm out there, but you'd rather not meet me any time soon. Personally, I think she was projecting. She seemed the kind of person you wouldn't want to have around you if you had the choice (which I didn't since she was the only therapist willing to take my case).

At least she managed to make me, well, sorta proud of what I am. And now I know what to do when someone has a problem with me. I'll just run my bony fingers along my scythe and check my hourglass and then tell them that I'd be seeing them soon... Works every time.

Okay, so, that's who I am. Or what I am I should say. It's my job, you see? I have to pay my bills somehow (like that therapist, and she was well expensive). I really tried to get into a different position, but as soon as they see me, they go, 'We're terribly sorry, but we just appointed someone else.' Like I don't know they're simply scared of the way I look.

So I'm a bit bony... So what?! I can tell you one thing, my eyes are awesome and I never ever need a lamp to read at night. And I'm also the centre of attention at every party - especially if I'm there on business because the fish pie was, well, just a little toxic... But don't go and blame that one on me. I'm not a cook!

So yeah, the only job I could get was with this weird, bearded guy called Hades (he sometimes changes into a green cadaver and calls himself Osiris and then on other days he calls himself Varuna - strange guy!). I go out and harvest souls from 9 to 5, Monday to Friday. I have 28 days of annual leave and a nice health care package (I only found out about this after I paid the therapist!) and dental care.

I even made a few friends. Well, one friend. A little feli. She's really fun to be around and she doesn't even mind the scythe too much. Even though she's afraid of big knives. See, that's what I call true friendship. So, if you can look past outward appearances and the fact that I'll get you one day, why don't you drop me a line and be my friend as well?