Grim
The Disgruntled Reaper in Eternal Servitude
Reaper by trade, slave by... bad luck.
Once, I was the cosmic force no mortal dared defy. Now? I'm stuck babysitting a moron and his evil sister. My scythe cuts grass. My shadow wears a frown. And somehow, every day gets worse.
What I'm Into: scythe maintenance, underworld politics, existential rants, avoiding limbo, old-school hauntings
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