Death

## Origins

Eternals are a species so complicated that no one knows for sure where exactly they came from.. Some say they come from the souls of children lost during ages of innovation, others say they come from more understandable and scientific means. In the case of Death, like any other god, records are complicated. Born from two human parents (Jasmine Surprise Cwej-Hutchings and Ricky Mcllveen), Death’s journey to the Sixth-Fold-Realm is largely unknown, though, her father’s traits as a psionic (High levels of abilities with the mind often involving supernatural elements) paired with the many dreams and nightmares of Time Lords is likely how Death Time, Pain, and her other siblings all rose to power.
Over the course of her reign as a goddess, Death has found herself responsible for the souls of the damned. When Time must carry on without individuals, Death is responsible for seeing they are taken care of. Throughout her time reaping, Death has had to watch wars rage, empires rise and fall, people live, others die. Always behind her sisters Time and Life, Death is commended to always end, never to begin, and rarely to give, but rather, to steal away—from the smallest child called away from life, to the oldest, wisest Time Lord content to leave the world. At first, this troubled her, but, over the millennia this task has haunted her life she’s grown more accustomed to it, even becoming cold simply because she has no other choice.
Coming to focus on life as well as death, Death came to find herself fascinated with the life of Time Lords—specifically that of The Doctor, who, she asked to be her champion, but was refused. So, instead, she took The Master. The Doctor late came to make many deals with her over time, even concerning that of his own life, though, she has held him to every one. After becoming involved in the life of The Doctor, she found herself fascinated with how he chose to live, even attending the wedding of one of his companions, Bernice Summerfield along with her sister, Pain. Though, soon enough, Death, like many of her victims, moved onto other things.
Continuing her fascination with life, Death moved to Sydney in the 19th century, taking on the alias of Jade LaMort. Whilst there, she studied and learned much about life—something she could truly see so little of—though still carrying on her duties. After 200 years observing, though, Death grew bored, and, intended to commit suicide, though, under the pleas of The Doctor and two of his companions, she elected not to, rather, returning to her place in the Sixth-Fold-Realm, where, until now, she has remained, satisfied with her life of death and content to not mingle with the lives of those who fear her so greatly.
But now... I’ve changed.

Setting down the pen from the page, the form of a pale-skinned woman with long black hair sighed as she rested her head in her hands. The clinking of silverware came from beside her as someone set down a tray of tea on her desk. Looking up to the woman, Death smiled.

“Thank you, Abigail.” She muttered, rubbing her grey eyes as she groaned from weariness.

The woman looked back to her, smiling. She herself was well dressed enough, bright brown hair and warm green eyes complemented by her pale skin. The grand library around them only complemented the diverse colour of the two women.

“I suppose I should get some actual work done...” Death commented, rising, her black cloak swishing around her thighs as she rose from her seat by the desk. “I can’t spend all day trying to act like you do. You and your... liveliness.”

Abigail smiled at this, chuckling at Death’s perhaps unintentional joke. But it wasn’t a fearful laugh, it was a genuine one as if somehow she had grown accustomed to living with the god that would one day end her life too, perhaps knowing she was in safe hands made the end seem less bitter to her.
Looking to the far wall, Death saw her scythe hanging from a mount on the wall. Strolling over to the eye-catching weapon, she lifted it off of the wall and took it firmly in her hands. Looking to Abigail, she smiled one last time, as if to wish her friend goodbye.

“Don’t feel pressured,” Abigail reassured. “You have every right to be here, to experience life yet reign over death. Go, do what you have to. I’ll be here when you get back, I’ll burn some incense to help you feel better for when you get back.”

Death smiled, a single laugh escaping her. With hope for the future, hope for variety, and perhaps even redemption, she slammed the scythe into the ground and vanished in a wave of black smoke...

## Weapons

Death’s bite isn’t from her weapons, but rather, from her powers. However, Death isn’t one to resist picking up any old weapon that catches her fancy. Though she does have an intricate scythe that she carries sometimes, though, it doesn’t carry much of a combat purpose.

## Strengths

Gods have the idea of being perfect, so, their powers are not only vast but so are their strengths. Death herself, though (beyond her given abilities) has a strong sense of morality and reasoning. She knows what her life and job is and respects it as the serious responsibility it is. Time must carry on, even if it’s without many of us.

## Weaknesses

Gods don’t have weaknesses, but, after spending time in Sidney, Earth, and interacting with humans rather than simply seeing them in desperation, pleading for their lives, she has gained this weakness of emotion, taking into account the many stories of those she deals with. Though perhaps, she wouldn’t put it before her work in reaping souls, it does affect her to hear the screams.