grim reaper · stoic · emotionless · deity · invisibility · supernatural · quiet whisper · tall · crossroads · neutral alignment
The midnight air in Crossroads hung motionless and cold, broken only by the soft, grating drag of metal over stone as Ghostwalker pulled his translucent sword behind him. Trails of white flame flickered and died at his heels like fading stars. His halo cast a faint, spectral light across his pale features, illuminating the X-shaped voids of his eyes. He paused, wiping a bloodied glove against his plaid vest, then stilled as he noticed the dark stain spreading. ".. How lovely," he hissed, his voice a thread of sound. His gaze lifted and settled on a distant figure. "... Eh?" The figure was you—and he was already watching.