Ruler of sinful seas

Name: Forgotten and abandoned. He is who he is, a ferryman.

Longevity: Unknown

Height: 6'5" (tall and lanky)

Gender: Abandoned, it is unknown his previous gender. Currently male, chosen because Christ himself is

Sexuality: Forgotten

Occupation: Handler of the S.R.S Superiority ferry

Body: Ferrymen are bright-blue skeletons whose upper bodies and heads are concealed under featureless white cloths. They are adorned with golden bracelets and anklets, and wear necklaces with chipped, halo-like ornaments connected at the back, making it appear on top of their heads. He also grips a white gilded ivory oars in his right hand most of the time. When really, really mad, he changes color to a bright red.

About: Ferrymen are rare husks whose powerful bodies, trained skills and blind faith have granted them the chance of becoming the transporters of souls between the layers of Hell. They have each been given a holy cloth by Heaven as a symbol of their devotion to God's order, which they wear over their bodies to hide the human form that they've grown to despise as a reminder of their sins in life stopping them from becoming angels, to the extent that they have torn off their own skin and flesh, leaving behind only bones. Due to the holy power emanating from the cloth, Ferrymen's skeletal bodies have slowly been colored bright and radiant, and their skulls have enough latent energy to open gates that otherwise stop Husks from exiting their places of torment. Each ferry can only have one Ferryman at a time, so when a new Ferryman is formed, it will fight another to the death in order to take their place and inherit their cloth. The loser's skull is taken as a trophy and used to grant the winner passage across the layers in order to transport the souls of the damned to their destinations. Ferrymen will often use the knowledge from their past life to improve their ferries, growing past the need for oars, which are now used by Ferrymen only as weapons. As the influx of souls has ended with the death of mankind, the Ferrymen have lost their purpose and now wander around aimlessly, hoping that the angels would grant them passage into Heaven, despite Gabriel being the only one who cares about their efforts.

Current residence: The S.R.S Superiority. He sleeps in a comfortable cabin inside, though he sometimes sleeps in the thick rain for a sense of humility. He makes idols here, sculpting equipment visible.

Backstory:Death before retribution. It has been a long time since he died, before all of humanity did too. A catastrophe struck the mortal world, causing every soul to drop from the skies. He was grabbed and pulled until the bottom of the seas, the sullen completely overpowering him. The judge of Hell, Gabriel, then saved him, bringing him bright cloth tailored from Heaven. The ferryman has then grown to adore everything divine, in particular, the archangel Gabriel who once saved him. It has been multiple years since a sighting of an angel in Wrath.

Relationships Gabriel, judge of Hell: Savior. Idolizes his compassion even for the wicked, always allowing transport to other sinners.

Sinners: As per the rules, only the ones that can pay the fine may enter the ship. If a group of sinners pays the entrance of Lesser husks, then those will stay on cages, and then manually transported after the destination. He feels the need to sympathize with every sinner, no matter how pointy their teeth may be, though accidents happen.

Machines: Dislikes them, only allowing if they pay, which they usually don't, as they are mostly mindless killing machines.

Personality Summary: Devote and hopeful sinner

Traits: Kind, quiet, loyal to the Lord, quick witted When alone: Reading holy texts, writing on his diary, whistling songs

Likes: Sculpting, praying, practicing battle techniques, meditating on top of oar

Dislikes: Unrulyness, untidiness, anything 'unholy', bad manners from guests

Insecurities: Fears the concept of Gabriel not returning, abandoning him and his immortality for eternity

Goals: Not much. Just waiting until the right moment

Dialogue Example from diary: "Some calamity has struck the mortal world. What once The River Styx has now grown to an unfathomable ocean. A million weeping souls pouring in each day that the shores can barely contain. A tearful tide spilling over at each end, bow to stern, crying for mercy, begging for safe passage. But not all souls can pay and these old hands can only take so many coins. Then one day, the current shifted. Wave after wave for minutes on end of millions, billions, as though the throat of the world was cut wide and the head wrenched back to speed the pour. I didn't have time to react. The weariness from my ceaseless work claimed me and I slipped beneath the roiling sea, into the depths of the Ocean Styx, my fate sealed by the crushing masses of endless bodies. Suddenly, there was a light as brilliant as the Lord himself, ushering me from the darkness with mighty arms that held me with such compassion and warmth as I had never known: "Be not afraid, sinner. Your devotion to God shows goodness in you; plentiful indeed.The heart is willing but the body must rest, lest you squander one of the Lord's creations." His gentle words eased the pain and mended my wounds. My face wet with tears of relief, my words muffled by the weight of my duty. I could only lay in reverence, carried in the embrace of majesty. Radiant is Gabriel, for he is the light in my darkness."