The Reaper

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Face Claims:
1st – Danila Kovalev, 2nd – Gackt Camui, 3rd – Aaron Johnson,
4th – Chris Hemsworth, 5th – Terrance Zdunich, 6th – Ethan Embry,
7th - Jason Mamoa, 8th – Heath Ledger, 9th – Bradley James,
10th – Paul Bettany

True Name: Thanatos
Alias: 'The Reaper'
Human Alias: Armand Sinestre, Ethan Graves
Age: 830
Gender: Male
Species: Time Lord
Planet of Origin: Gallifrey
Occupation: Hired assassin.

Physical Description: The one constant he as always possessed in every regeneration was his staggering height. He has never been shorter that 6'6”. His current incarnation is his longest lived. His eyes are a piercing cold steely blue. His expression is deceptively warm and comforting, always wearing the faintest hint of a smile. His hair is a pale blond color, usually kept rather short. His skin is a pale complexion, lightly dotted with freckles across the bridge of his nose and forehead. He has a lean but muscular build, well toned in the chest and arms from years of mastering the art of knife and sword play.

His accent is English but he speaks a very old and proper dialect of French. He can speak a wide range of languages, without the aid of a translation circuit from a TARDIS. His voice is a soft and low dulcet tone. His manner of speaking is kind and eloquent and upon first meeting him, once could almost never guess the diabolical monstrosity that lay beneath his calm exterior.

He dresses as a well brought up man of high stature would. In the Victorian Eras, he is seen wearing a long black frock coat, a which white collar with a red cravat, charcoal gray waist coat and trousers, and black boots with a slight heel. As the centuries progressed, his wardrobe evolved with the eras. In the current time era, He wears a black suite with charcoal pinstripe, a thin black tie, and mens dress shoes polished to a high shine.

He carries a select few items with him at all times, each one deeply personal to him.

• The Fob Watch:
• The Walking Cane:
• His Pendant:
• Torture Tool Kit:

Personality:

• Aloof:
• Calculating:
• Eloquent:
• Manipulative:
• Patient:
• Sadistic:

History:This Time Lord is a little different from other Gallifreyans. He was not loomed but rather was conceived by 'traditional' means and was born naturally. He is one of the few time lords to bear a belly button. He was also not born on Gallifrey. His mother had been doing field research on a another planet when she went into labor. He was born on board her TARDIS. His mother was not particularly the maternal type and only tended to her son when he required feedings or changing but otherwise ignored him. The TARDIS has an A.I. System that acted as his only company. It was a distant and unaffectionate way to be brought up but the child new nothing else and simply accepted it.

He was a quiet but inquisitive youth and would silently accompany his mother when she would turn to her research. Having developed the skills of observation at such an early age, he realized that his mother was a medical woman, researching plants and animals of various worlds looking to study and extract various methods of curing a vast array of diseases. She was called The Alchemist. When he reached the age of eight, his mother informed him that it was time to return to Gallifrey. The moment his feet touched the soil of the planet, he was immediately brought before The Untempered Schism. Like any Gallifreyan child who looked into the schism, there was pain. The images he saw were burned into his mind, imprinting his fate. All the boy saw was death. It was then he was given his names. His mother bequeathed the name Thanatos to him. While the images greatly disturbed him, he accepted the name as fitting. It was not until he was enrolled into the Academy that he came to chose his title. The Reaper.

It was in these next few years that he met a young man two young women that he became fast friends with. The man was a cheerful but quiet youth named Lysander. His twin sister was a brilliant albeit naïve woman with raven hair and pale blue eyes who went by Taryn. While he would never admit it to her, he fell hopelessly in love with her. The second was a shy woman with brown hair and hazel green eyes with a debilitating stutter. She went by Nar'nia. Where others would shy away from him because of the fate that had been imprinted on him, Taryn and Nar'nia accepted him. They became an inseparable team; The Whisper, The Goddess, The Phantom, and The Reaper.

After graduation, Taryn's mother, The Visionary, and his own mother decided that he and Taryn should be bound. The Reaper, while elated that he was being married to his friend, he felt robbed of the chance to ask her for himself. The Arranged Marriage was eagerly welcomed by Taryn. But it was not to last.

Three years into their union, The Goddess' mother had commissioned a hybrid TARDIS that operated purely off of psychic control. The Goddess, elated with the gift, left Gallifrey to explore the universe, leaving The Reaper behind. He was envious, but as much as he loved The Goddess, he could not be angry with her for leaving. Some years later, The Goddess returned, confused and distraught. She was pregnant. Again, he could not bear anger towards his wife. She was so child like in her innocence that the brunt of his rage was directed at the man who had become her companion and seduced her. A human named Nathaniel Cross.

As the months progressed and the hybrid grew inside his wife, he could feel nothing but hatred for the unborn child. The child should have been his and his alone. He could not bear the indignity any longer. He went to leave Gallifrey to hunt down the human who had violated his wife. But his brother-in-law, The Whisper stood in his way, insisting that The Reaper 'let it go' and be there for his wife and child.

When Whisper made the mistake of addressing the child as Reaper's, he was filled with a rage he could not control. The Reaper slew The Whisper and stole his TARDIS. But the TARDIS did not take kindly to her pilot being killed and saw fir to leave The Reaper to rot in 1825 France. She found a quite place in the middle of a cemetery, disguised herself as a crumbling mausoleum and shut herself down. The TARDIS would not heed The Reaper again.

Additional Medical Information: Heightened senses and reflexes. Reaper can feel fixed points in time, the sensation coiling at the base of his spine leaving an erotic sensation.

Role Play Sample: Armand made his way to the balcony seat of the Paris Opera House, one chilly winter evening. The year was 1845, and the young woman on his arm was the daughter of a noble he had been hired to escort. The young Lossette Bargeron. She was a giddy young thing, he noted, quite elated to have him escorting her, it seemed. He smiled in spite of himself, delicately kissing her hand as he assisted her to her seat.

Not twenty minutes into the opera, a man in a dark riding cloak discretely passed a sealed envelope to Armand. Armand paid no mind to the man and quietly accepted the letter and observed the ornate wax seal closing the envelope. The man in the riding cloak, vanished as quickly as he appeared. Without needing to open the letter, he stood and turned to his young charge, taking her hand into a delicate kiss. “Do forgive me, Lady Bargeron. A pressing matter has come to my notice and I must attend to it.”

Lossette's bottom lip protruded into a soft pout and clutched his wrist, as it to beg him not to go. “But, Monsieur Armand.. the opera has barely begun. Surely you would not leave me unattended? My father, he would be.. disappointed, non?” Armand smiled, hovered for a moment before her before, suddenly, his warm hand was upon her throat, not threateningly, but a soft gentle caress to the delicate curve of her neck and he leaned in close, his lips grazing the other side, trailing up to her ear, his hot breath tickling the nape of her neck. He could feel her quiver beneath his grasp, her pulse elevated and her eyes quickly dilating as he explored her erogenous zones in a sadistically discrete manner. “My apologies, Mademoiselle” he said, whispering softly, his lips caressing her neck as he spoke. “I wont be but a moment. I shall return well before the end of Act One. You have my word.” He dotted a soft kiss to the very curve between her neck and shoulder. Lossette let out a soft gasp of uncertain pleasure, her face flushing a deep crimson, though beneath her heavily caked powder, only showed as a soft pink. Armand stepped away from the young lady, and she immediately grabbed her light blue lace fan and began to fan herself, her heart still racing.

As Armand made his leave, he spoke to the door attendant, “See to it, the young lady's every needs are met. I shall only be a moment” And he briskly left the opera house and stepped into a black stage coach that had apparently been waiting for him. As he took his seat, the driver flicked the reigns and sent to to black horses onward. Armand opened the letter. It contained a single name. It was a young count whom it was well known was courting his young charge. He chuckled softly to himself, the one who had commissioned the assassination was a rival suitor for the young lady's hand.

The coach stopped before a brothel. He tsked his tongue as he eyed the building. He stepped from the coach and made his way inside, where he was promptly greeted be scantily clad young ladies who's corset's barely fit on their voluptuous bodies. He smiled down at them and graciously kissed their hands, treating the prostitutes as though they themselves were the Queens of all France. “My dear ladies, I seek an audience with the young Count Ducote. If You would be so kind to escort me?” The women giggled at his flattery and one took his hand to lead him through the darkly lit hotel of pleasure.

It was there, he found the young count in the company of three young ladies, attending to his... 'needs'. Armand clung to the shadows to observe his quarry. The man was drunk, and quite boisterous with his demands, roughly slapping one of the young ladies. Armand's eyes narrowed at this and stepped from the shadowy door frame and cleared his throat. “I'm terribly sorry to intrude, ladies. But the young Count Ducote and I have a matter which needs attending. If you would be so kind to collect your things?” Ducote stared at the man in disbelief and suddenly brandished a pistol, aiming between Armand's eyes. “Who are you? Who sent you!?” At the sight of the pistol, the three women quickly fled the room not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Armand shook his head, removing his top hat and setting it upon the night stand beside the door and stepped closer into the room. “I warn you, sir! I will shoot!” Armand smiled softly and with his walking cane, suddenly swung it at the count's hand knocking the gun from his hand and breaking his thumb in the same strike. Before the young count could even let out a cry of pain, Armand drew a rapier blade from the cane and with a sudden flick, slit his throat. Armand watched as the young man drowned in his own blood and collapsed against the bed.

Armand took a bit of cloth from his pocket and wiped the blade clean before returning it to it's sheath. The then leaned over the young man as he gurgled and gasped for air that would not come. He whispered softly into his ear, intimately as he had done so with young Lossette, his lips delicately caressing the man's ear “You should relax, my dear count. You'll only asphyxiate faster if you do not.” The man looked to him with a final effort to breathe before his heart finally stopped. Armand stood, softly kissing the bit of cloth and pressed it into the count's unmoving hand. The only initial on the handkerchief was wan ornate red 'R' in the bottom corner. His calling card. He reclaimed his black silk top hat and left the brothel.

Without a moment to lose, he was back in the carriage and heading back to the opera. He reentered the balcony as the diva was beginning her aria of act one. He made his way to his seat and gingerly took the young lady's hand into a delicate kiss, smiling softly. Lossette beamed up at him, blissfully unaware that the man at her side had just murdered. After all, who would suspect.. He'd barely been gone fifteen minutes. Armand sat and enjoyed the remainder of the opera.

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