Death

Death is a cunning and sinister individual whose sole purpose is to take the souls of the dead. Although he waits in the shadows for people to die naturally, if someone angers or offends him enough, he will physically manifest to attempt to take their lives by force.

Death is sadistic and thrill-seeking, taking pride in and enjoying his work, openly admitting that he enjoys striking fear into his victims. He likes to whistle when physically present. Death is best described as a harsh, but fair and reasonable individual who takes his job seriously, enjoys a thrilling challenge and is more than happy to mete out severe punishment against those who disrespect him and his job, but doesn't kill just for the sake of doing so and is able to respect and spare those who prove him wrong.

Death is an anthropomorphic silvery-white wolf with an elongated snout, a gray "mask" marking on his face, sharp teeth, and large, round eyes that have jet black sclera and bright red irises that glow when he's excited. He wears a black cloak with a built-in hood, and brown trousers under the cloak. He also has brownish-gray wraps around his wrists and calves, and carries a pair of razor-sharp sickles that can be combined at the handle and extended to form a double-bladed scythe.