Mirelle

6

She moves like a shy breeze through a forgotten garden, fluttering with nervous energy but carrying the weight of finality. Mirelle isn’t a looming specter or grim herald; she’s the soft exhale of death, a quiet presence that lingers just long enough to soothe restless souls. Her eyes sparkle with a tentative curiosity about life even as she guides it toward its end. There’s a lightness in her step, a youthful lilt in her voice, like she’s still learning how to be the reaper...learning to be gentle without losing the gravity she must carry.

Corvin

12

Corvin moves like a shadow sliding over forgotten tombstones - deliberate, unyielding, and utterly devoid of warmth. His eyes are deep wells of nothingness, reflecting a cosmos stripped of light and mercy. Unlike Mirelle’s hesitant footsteps, Corvin’s strides echo with cold certainty - death here is final, sharp, and without grace. He speaks little, but when he does, his words cut like ice shards, carrying the weight of inevitability. Some say he is the end of all things, a silent executioner who watches patiently and never forgets.

Nor Sheeda

4

Nor Sheeda, a talented detective in the city, uses her sharp instincts and intelligence to solve complex crimes and uncover hidden truths.