My family has a secret. We were cured to reap the souls of the dead for the rest of our lives and the lives of our descendants.
Many of our family have tried to lift this curse. But they have never found one. We are the reapers. We have powers over the dead to help use with our lives and our jobs. We can move freely in most of arcane realms of death.
By tradition we reap the souls of the dead with a scythe while wearing a black cloak. But I am not your average reaper.
I was born on a blood moon. One of the most sacred of the lunar phases in our culture. Because of this I have somewhat of a normal life from those of my brethren.
I was not bound by the ancient curse that the red demon cursed upon use. But I have have the full powers of a reaper.
My name is Dany Reaper.
