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This, with dark grey eyes.
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Note: Immediately before, and for a while after being in reaper form, his face appears pale – even translucent, depending on the lighting.

[b]Name:[/b] Kyle Messor

[b]Age:[/b] 16

[b]Year:[/b] 3rd Year

[b]Normal or Supernatural:[/b] Goalkeeper by day, Grim Reaper by night.

[b]Personality:[/b] Quiet, and withdrawn. Kyle isn’t much for talking, although he does plenty of it at soccer practice, and during games. Many have grown to describe Kyle as [i]weird,[/i] and [i]creepy.[/i] Both of these adjectives are pretty accurate. Kyle, if he’s honest, is afraid that he’ll do [i]something[/i] – what, he isn’t sure – wrong and reveal himself for who he really is… the Grim Reaper. Thus, he does his best to keep himself away from humanity, lest he messes up, which he considers to be inevitable. He’ll contribute to conversation when required, but has a tendency to do so to a minimal extent. Furthermore, he shows little compassion, excepting those who are unlucky enough (in his eyes) to form a bond with him. Given his line of work, this attribute is something of a necessity – one could drive themselves insane while collecting souls, if they were to view them as anything [i]more[/i] than souls.

[b]Bio:[/b] Many cultures have portrayed Death as a sentient being. Typically, Death is an immortal, skeletal figure wearing a cloak and wielding a scythe, going around the world and collecting souls all day, every day, for eternity. But logistically, this is simply impossible, even for a supernatural being. Instead, every region on Earth has it’s own Reaper – and they [i]aren’t[/i] skeletons, thank you very much. Reapers are chosen at random from the human populace, as needed. Although technically immortal (they age physically, to a point), curiously they never last. It is thought that they eventually go insane, and the Gift of the Reaper – although usually thought of as a curse, by those who wield it – withdraws itself from their body, moving on to the next and leaving it’s previous host in a state of total disaster.

Of course, what is more important is the Reaper himself, not the ideology behind him. Kyle was born, like all other humans, exceedingly normal. Other than being from a wealthy family, there was absolutely nothing to discern him from any other young man in New England. He worked hard in school and got good grades, and joined the school soccer team, becoming their goalkeeper. Then one day, over the summer in middle school, something changed. His parents had no idea [i]what[/i] had happened to their boy, but the young, social active extrovert they once knew became shy, withdrawn, [i]mysterious.[/i] No matter how much they pleaded him to just tell them why he was acting so peculiarly, he refused to explain it. If anything, he went deeper and deeper into his shell with every “Are you okay?” and “Honey, what’s wrong?” eventually becoming the person that the student body of Northwood know today. The only exception to Kyle’s social collapse was soccer, which he still played wholeheartedly, and in fact found that he had become much better over that summer.

By the end of the year, his parents had no other options. They sent him away to Northwood Academy, hoping that a change of scenery might just be what it takes to restore their beloved son. Three years later, although doing as well as ever academically and excelling in soccer, his condition has only worsened. Over the last summer vacation, the only thing his family was able to get out of his mouth was the same thing, over and over again: “that girl’s soul, it was quite… [i]peculiar.[/i]”

[b]How you came to the school:[/b] Paid for by his wealthy family

[b]Preferred Dorm:[/b] Wells Hall