Deadly Dealings
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“Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.”
― Benjamin Franklin
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Neither wholly equine nor dragon, one would have to wonder how such a creature came into being in the first place, let alone how it managed to function. A wicked sickle curved from his forehead buried in a shaggy mess of a black forelock, piercing chartreuse orbs on either side. Pristine alabaster swooped over a Roman-nosed head and sloping jaw filled with serrated teeth, down a long, slender neck, ceasing past his chest. Here, snow-white fur gave way to murky black scales, legs ending in claws rather than hooves. Large, crimson wings erupted from his shoulder blades, and long yellow spikes ran down to the spaded end of a long, reptilian tail.
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☩ Name ☩
⇢ Thanatos
☩ Species ☩
⇢ Unicorn x Dragon
☩ Sex ☩
⇢ Male
☩ Age ☩
⇢ Unknown, presumably very old.
☩ Place of Origin ☩
⇢ The Underworld
☩ Occupation ☩
⇢ Guardian, guide of souls.
☩ Alignment ☩
⇢ True neutral
☩ Height ☩
⇢ 17hh (about 5' 6" at the shoulder)
☩ Weight ☩
⇢ Around 1500 lbs., plus wings.
☩ Wingspan ☩
⇢ Approximately 18-21 ft.
☩ Build ☩
⇢ His conformation is similar to that of an Andalusian, equal parts power and elegance. Solidly built but not bulky, slim but not frail. His neck is a bit more serpentine due to draconic lineage, and his head is Roman-nosed.
☩ Diet ☩
Surprising to some, he's omnivorous.
☩ Abilities ☩
⇢ Considering he is basically the physical manifestation of Death,
he is very difficult to kill.
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⇢ Brute strength, offered by his sheer size and lineage.
⇢ Saliva contains septic pathogens like that of the Komodo dragon.
⇢ This coupled with sharp, serrated teeth, makes for one nasty bite.
⇢ His horn. Enough said.
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⇢ Not the fastest, due to his wings and other such cumbersome extremeties.
⇢ Due to the natural opposition of his biology, he may be considered somewhat unstable. It is unknown what effects holy or dark magic may have on him.
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Depictions
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"Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it."
― W. Somerset Maugham
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There's something inexplicably off about him, as though this body of his, with its long straggly black hair and tall, long-limbed lankiness isn't quite...well, his. Rather unimpressive in stature, though he still manages to give off a vaguely menacing vibe. Perhaps it's his pallid, bruised complexion that makes him seem like a dead thing reanimated. Maybe it's the penetrating stare in the sharp chartreuse hue of his eyes, the slit pupils only adding to the effect.☠☩ Name ☩
⇢ Goes by Mortimer.
Not Mort, not Morty. Just Mortimer.
☩ Species ☩
⇢ 'Human'
☩ Apparent age ☩
⇢ Late-20s at the oldest,
though the condition of his body leaves much
to be desired.
☩ Height ☩
⇢ 5' 7"
☩ Weight ☩
⇢ 132 lbs.
☩ Body type ☩
⇢ 'Slender' is giving him too much credit.
He's gaunt and looks malnourished,
and bones stick out where they shouldn't.
☩ Complexion ☩
⇢ Pale, sunken and bruised-looking in spots.
☩ Hair ☩
⇢ Black, scraggly,
and shoulder blade-length.
☩ Eyes ☩
⇢ The same slit-pupiled, acidic green as his true form.
☩ Note ☩
⇢ His borrowed form was, ah...'liberated' from the Underworld, upon realizing that going around as a huge unicorn/dragon hybrid probably wasn't the best choice for blending in. All it took was finding a body in reasonably decent condition, and working a bit of his influence over it via magic. He was rather tempted to keep at least the wings, and some of his more threatening extremities, however this is not exactly conducive to keeping his identity at least somewhat concealed. So far, only his mistress and her boyfriend (Thanatos hates acknowledging this fact) are aware of this development.