speaker; flourishing, long-lived

24

Male

Om

Death

Water-bottle, wallet, hair-tie, probably some cut-up mango in a glass jar.
another jar with dried leaves, he believes it brings goodluck.
pocketknife, a small whetstone because he likes to grind his knives when he's bored

olive, mixed with a bit of brown.

half-mexican, half french

Moderate brown

Broad, visible muscles, looks intimidatingly big

Carries a lighter even though he doesn't smoke.

1.80 m

dark brown, with a bit of blonde streaks in it

Curly, just long enough to put in a bun (a few curls always manage to escape though)

shaves once a week, so has some stuble most of the time. Thick eyebrows

"Hypothetically speaking, at which point does fire become too much fire?"

"Physically I'm here, but mentally I'm behind a bar bleeding out off several stab wounds."

Hates sparkling water and everyone who drinks it (but doesn't even have a reason exactly why)

Sticks his tongue out when really concentrated, licks his lips. Messes with his belt when nervous.
Plays with the lighter when angry. Likes to set leaves on fire.
Hyperfixates on a lot of things (hey I really should know everything there is about cat behaviour) etc. Rambles, talks fast when excited (like hella fast).
Points to things by nodding towards it with his head.

Positive;
when he does bond with people it's for life most of the time. Then he gets very attached and loveable.
Tries to have a very positive outlook on life, but often fails.
Would do anything to help someone, despite being Death. His job is to kill people and take them to Afterlife, but that doesn't mean he has to be an awful being.
Uses finger-guns a lot, the mom-friend.
Won't let small things get him down.
Bit of a comic relieve too, but still an important and serious character.

Negative;
Doesn't share his emotional problems, has a hard time bonding. This is because if he stays to long around a person they die.
Talks to himself a lot and bottles emotions. Has a hard time accepting he deserves to be loved; thinks of himself as an awful person.

Has a weird vibe going on that often makes people feel uncomfortable. Nothing mysterious or threatening, just a weird vibe/aura, the kind that makes you uncomfortable in the stomach.
Bad at making decisions. Hates kids. Afraid no one's gonna love him.
Drinks all the milk in the house.
could be literally on fire and say he's fine.

Random;
Taco's should be loaded with cheese. Hates chocolate for some reason. Is especially fond of White Chin (Hailey's cat).
"In order to insult me, I have to value your fucking opinion first".
Says "punch 'em" a lot.
Appreciates the earth and nature a lot.
big dick energy around his friends.

likes to climb, sit on the beach.

Parkour, free running.

plays too much with the lighter and burns himself on accident, so has a lot of burn-scars on his hands. The lighter has been around for a couple of months so some of the burning scars are quite new.
Is a bit messy when it comes to drinking, knocks over his cup a lot. Just normal drinks, he doesn't like the taste of alcohol.
Procrastinates and is jealous quickly (the sad kind of jealous, not the angry one).
Cries easily when emotional (not really a flaw in my opinion)

He is Death, and he hangs around with asassins a lot since they make his job easier (they don't know he's Death, just that he's another assassin)

Brass knuckles. The scythe, though cool, is unpractical and steriotypical.

assassin

Besides the whole Death-thing, he's just a regular thief. Usually goes for money, but also jewelry and sometimes even cars.
Is quite sneaky, so may pick-pocket a bit for fun/sport

Swimming in the ocean, climbing rocks for the view.
Somehow also thinks peeling tangerines is relaxing

Coffee with three sugarcubes

He sees himself as a guide, but has never met any dieties, so doesn't believe in them. Sees them as false hope.

Green and orange

candied orangeslices and taco's, melons

His backpack

killer-whales, because they're so mean and smart

September 30th

Death is a sort of 'being', something that gets born into a new body once the old one is too old to do it's duty (this doesn't per se mean this person is dying, it could be them being too sick to function for example).
This is also why he has a race etc.

He does kill people, being an asassin, but his job really just contains guiding their spirits away from earth. To others this looks like meditating.
People die if they stay around him a lot because of the 'vibe' or aura he gives off. He can stay around for a couple of months and they'll be fine, but he has to leave every once in a while. This way he can still bond for life.

still just as vulnerable as a normal person, gets sick, hurt etc. No special abillities. He's still human.

his pinterest board, will be updated regularly;
https://nl.pinterest.com/hellsaparadise/may-the-ravens-greet-you/omar/

Has two big fiddle-leaf plants in his room, corner bed with white and brown bedding, a jar with pretty shells on his desk.