Name: Nicolás Amarilla
Email: nexzketch@gmail.com
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Red Handed Reaper
Born in poverty and slavery, she suffered her whole life, seeing how her family died out struggling to survive in sub-par conditions. Soon the only ones remaining were her brother and herself. Hunger and fatigue were old friends when she reached her 18th birthday, working even harder to cover for her younger brother. But once he made a mistake, their owners decided he wasn’t worth the upkeep anymore and killed him. Blinding rage burned deep within her soul, like an ember of hatred, ever expanding, emitting a fearsome flare. This beacon was what brought Gurei, the ancient God of Death, to her doorstep. The forgotten deity, once adored by her people, found her in a feverish state, a pit of negative emotions swirling inside her chest. The Red-Handed Reaper knocked on her door and entered through it. With gentleness he lifted her up and placed his hand on her face. “You’re the last of my people, the dying ember of my power.” She looked at him, through her blurry vision. “I sense your distress and your hatred for the enemies of our people. You will become the Death they deserve. Do you accept?” She weakly nodded. “So be it.” His image vanished, sinking into her body and pain, like she never felt before rocked every inch of her form.
The pain stopped, and she stood up tall, her body becoming the living avatar of the Red-Handed Reaper. Now she would get revenge for her family and for all the other fallen families, dead under the boot of their oppressors. With thoughts of vengeance burning inside her head she took flight, becoming the bringer of ruin to anybody who declared himself owner of another human being.
Thanks to my friend Mario Mentasti for writing her backstory.
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