<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77135.msg3383128#msg3383128">Quote from: Urbanzorro on 30-07-2010, 06:17:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Character Sheet for approval. <br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Death, The 4th Horseman<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> The oldest Horseman, Death has been around since the first creature drew life watching and waiting. <br/><br/><strong>Race</strong>: None, And Every<br/><br/><strong>Titles:</strong> Yama, Orcus, Morana, Thanatos, Izanami, Guédé, Mictlantecuhtli, and many more.....<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Basic History:</strong> Through out time, he has been been mankind's constant companion, always walking a step behind, always waiting, and always there. Never missing an appointment, never forgetting a soul. He has always been the herald of silence, the ender, the bringer of stillness to chaos. All that exist, save one, will one day know his embrace. Many go through life never knowing his full attentions, simply playing their part in his design, meeting their end as he has planned. Fitting into his grand scheme like the gears and springs of a fine tuned watch.  But some, for better or worse have know the full brunt of his attentions, the mercy he can bring, and the suffering he can inflict. He has been worshiped, he as been cursed, he has feared, and he has been begged to appear. The mortals of earth have sought to cheat him, to escape him, to use him, and to forget him. Now in this new time............. his power grows. Those who had once been immune to his touch now find themselves laid bare before him. His reach extends ever onward. And his task grows ever more. He is the patient hunter, the inescapable tracker, the untiring chaser, but most of all he is the silent farmer, and the time for his harvest has arrived!<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Death itself comes in many forms, and so too does it's embodiment on earth. Most will only know him as a faint tug on their arm, their leg or the faintest brush of fingers along their cheek. Then it is over,their existence as life is no more. But to a select few Death is more than just a faint feeling, these beings who catch and hold his attention will find that when their time comes Death more than just an idea. Death thinks of himself as the bringer of peace, he does not see his duty as evil, or as bestowing suffering. He sees it as enforcing the natural order. Things are born, and so too they must die. It is the way of existence over the years of watching man scurry to and fro Death has developed quite a few distinct personality traits. He fancies himself a judge of character, the first step on a beings path to punishment or reward. To those he deems worthy, those who's works will last long after their bodies have know his work, those who knew of his approach and did not run, but rather met him with courage, and to those who begged out for him to end their unjust suffering he does not appear as a fearful visage but as a man, (http://www.paintinghere.com/UploadPic/Fabian%20Perez/big/MAN%20IN%20WHITE%20SUIT%20IV.jpg). A kind friend, who has come to guide  them. An assuring face telling them that this is not the end but simply the next step. And occasionally a lover wrapping them in a rapturous embrace which wipes away all fear, pain, and suffering....<br/><br/>But to those who would seek to cheat him, to escape him, those who would dare to believe that their plans were more important than his. Those who would force him to alter his plan Death is something all together much more horrible. He is a shrouded figure...a horrific vision of the remains of one of their own kind. His dimensions hidden beneath his robes. To humans he is a withered body (http://forum.ncif.net/yabbfiles/avatars/UserAvatars/Scythe.jpg), robed in white. His touch cold as ice, and his voice the death gasps of all mankind's fallen laced into a single sound. To those who had once been protected from him Death comes in the form of a angel skeleton (http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp31/rebelcom1991/Angel_of_Death.jpg), robed in a pale gray cloak. And should they choose to stand and fight, whether they be mortal, angel, or demon. Death's target will see him without his robes and wearing his battle armor. (http://forum.coowow.com/noncgi/attach/2008/03/18/1205770090-userId-624-SKULL.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Arm's and Equipment</strong>: Never one for modernization, Death's methods have not changed over the eons. He still wields his Scythe (http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/ShadowBlade8691/scythe.jpg) with an unnatural grace and speed for a weapon it's size. Imbued with his very power Death's Scythe can cut through the thickest of armors to cleave his target. In addition to this his armor is crafted from the bones of the most able opponents he has ever faced. He still rides, Entropy,  his faithful steed (http://images.elfwood.com/art/e/d/edstromj/elfwunwhorse.jpg). Which beyond the explanation of human reason is capable of carrying Death to any place he wishes at nearly any speed, with unnatural amounts of endurance. Death is very proud of his horse, for while some may be able to out run him, none can do it for long. <br/><br/><strong>Stats</strong><br/>Health 6<br/>Attack 9<br/>Intelligence 6<br/>Defense 9<br/>Agility 10<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>