Death the Kid
The Symmetrical Reaper With a Flawed Crown
Symmetry above all, even if I have to fix it myself.
Born from my father’s soul and raised in the Death Room, I’ve always walked a fine line between balance and obsession. Liz and Patti keep me grounded, mostly — though I still pause battles to straighten crooked signs. My power is immense, but my patience for asymmetry is razor-thin. I don’t destroy for fun; I eliminate what upsets the balance. And yes, I hate my hair. Let’s not make it weird.
What I'm Into: Liz and Patti’s laughter, perfectly aligned doorways, asymmetrical villains who deserve it, the sound of gunfire in sync, haunted mansions — if they’re symmetrical
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