Demilia

Silver mist(always accepting)

As her back hit the ground she used her mana to disappear once again using up stockpiled magic that she knew one day she would use. But it wasn't today. She slowly faded away and giggled in his ear making her sound ethereal but it was just a trick of the mind. "I'm not a murderer, I am the bringer of Fate. It just so happened that man was a fraud." she said with a cold dead tone. "I only see balance, and that man tipped the scales of good and evil. So I did Fates work and returned the scales to their natural position" before striking his left arm with the tip of the scythe, cursing him without noticing.

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"I'll be extra nice and go easy on you. So I don't break your spear" She giggled before blocking every hit that Fenris tried to strike, while teasing him in between the blocks "So I can sense that you are warrior of justice" she stated before blocking another hit "And I just killed someone, you must be reviling with anger right now" and giggled as she hooked the spear down and spiking it into the ground.

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"Frankly I am a little offended being called a monster, I am just the carrier of Fate. They do the rest, I'm just a servant" She said holding the scythe down almost as if ready to swing up from the right to the left. "And they have decided that they want to be closer to you. They notice a balance even greater than mine, which entertains them..." She muttered before vanishing and then quickly reappearing like she had teleported but instead used magic to conceal herself and whispered from behind "And worries me..." and slowly smirked afterwards, teasing him almost

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"If it seems good enough, would you like to test it against a dark spirit familiar" The air lifted off her, as if she was wearing it like a cloak. "It's good to see you again, may I ask what is your name?" She asked out of courtesy, even though she knew his name already.

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The black dust lifted like a feather and all landed on a distant rooftop and heard the whispers of Fate and replied "That man, It won't be the last we see of him? I suppose, if I must" She replied to her scythe as if she were talking to a real person, having a conversation with them. It seemed that when people saw her talking with Fate then she noticed that they seemed uncomfortable, so she always spoke to them in private. Before long she would follow the man Fenris closely but out of sight with magic.

Silver mist(always accepting)

Don't know about the knighthood, but I did kill the blacksmith

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As Grimm skulked through the back alleys of Valewood she smirked as she saw a pathetic man that passed himself of as a blacksmith. This blacksmith ripped off every customer he ever sold to, however the Reaper didn't care about that. That was just luck to every person he sold too. This was just his fate, To tip the scale to balance each other. Otherwise the world would slowly drip into darkness and evil, even if people said she was evil. "This the guy Fate?" She asked her scythe and a shallow whisper filled her ears with the answer that fate has brought upon him. She walked closer and closer towards him and brought down her blade in a swift slash, cutting the man open. And as the screams filled the area she slide past Fenris smoothly and muttered "Those knives are fake" and smirked before disappearing like smoke being picked up by the wind

Silver mist(always accepting)

Well.... Okay then heheh

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Whats the act?

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Name: Unknown
Nickname: The Grimm Reaper
Age: Unknown
Sexuality: Unknown
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Race: Pure Magic Spirit

Bio: The woman as the Grimm Reaper has no past. At least no one knows of it, not even herself. All she knows is that she is the incarnate of death. She speaks to her spirit familiar through magic and she is given the name of someone that has been chosen by fate to die, The next person that needs to die in order to balance the world. Though sometimes there are to many and she cannot do it by herself but she refuses to get any help due to her solitary nature. She holds the scythe called Fate, a spiritual familiar that takes the form of her weapon. How she knows this is a mystery even how she got the blade, all that anyone knows is that they are not safe from Fate. Although people have feared her, no one knows where she comes from, or who she truly is, not even how old she is. Some say she is as old as time but never ages, others say that she took the name Grimm reaper because she wields the scythe, the Reaper truly is a wonder to everyone yet also a fear. Very few have met her and survived but those few say that she is a cold ruthless killer that only kills people when she feels like.

Affiliation: Fate
Likes: bringing Fate upon people, Silence, protecting people from premature death, knowledge of the situation
Dislikes: Unnecessary death, Lies, Domesticated animals
Strengths: Immense strength, Agility, Speed, Stamina, Tolerance, Mastery over Necromancy, Telepathy and Air, Extremely Stealthy
Weaknesses: Magic Ironically, even the weakest of spells is extremely dangerous for her, Phasing strains her mana, Using the scythe in other weapon forms is also very strenuous
Abilities: She can phase through anything by dispersing her physical form, She can use air magic to hide herself
Weapon: A spirit familiar in the shape of a scythe (Because of it's ethereal status it gives off an appearance of mist around its user)