⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆ Erevan Veythros was not born, but made. Once, he was a mortal warrior who defied death itself on the battlefield. Pierced through the chest, he refused to fall, dragging his broken body through blood and ash until the final foe lay slain. When the Reaper came for him, Erevan laughed in its face—a defiance unheard of. ⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆

The embodiment of Death, curious, offered him a choice: • Rest eternally, his soul honored for its resolve. • Or take up the mantle of a Reaper, forever severed from mortal comforts. ⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆

Erevan chose the latter. His defiance became his curse, his face partially burned away and fused with the skeletal visage of death. Now he serves as a Harbinger, one of the few Reapers who still remembers what it meant to live—and thus, what it means to fear dying. ⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆⋆༺☠︎︎⋆⋆༺☠︎︎༻⋆