Mr. Death (D20 Modern Creature)
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- Over you stands a tall, gaunt figure. His face is deathly pale, almost like a sheet of paper, with a slight red coloration around his eyes. The eyes themselves are silver-gray orbs, devoid of any color. His hair is of about shoulder length, jet black and straight, most of it covered by a black fedora cocked at a pompous angle. His skin looks almost stretched across his face, giving his visage an skull-like appearance. He is dressed in a black three-piece suit, with faint gray pinstripes and a single silver pin in the shape of a skull with a snake intertwined in it on his tie. His hands are pale and emaciated, with long, thin fingers and black nails that look a bit like talons, each being about an inch long, and they glitter as though covered in frost. His teeth are perfect and clean, and he has a faintly minty smell about him. The temperature of his general vicinity is very, very, cold, but he seems not to notice. He draws a cigarette from within his jacket and lights it with a snap of his fingers. "So," he says with a smirk, crouching down next to you and puffing out a ring of acrid smoke into your face, "Do you fear death?" From a pocket, he draws an ornate silver pocket watch. "We're about to find out, aren't we?"
|Symbol:||a black skull with a snake twisting in and out of its openings|
|Portfolio:||Destruction, War, Death, Insanity|
|Clergy Alignments:||CN, NE, NG, LN, N|
|Domains:||Death, Destruction, Chaos, Darkness, Madness|
|Favored Weapon:||Sickle (Claws)|
Mr. Death really doesn't care about the actions of his followers, preferring to simply give them the power they need and follow his own ends in the mortal plane. Mr. Death's only apparent goal is to have a good time. He might be called the party deity, but that would be an absolute falsehood. He is the deity of destruction, without any deviation. Regardless of his actions, his mere presence on the Material plane is a sign that the unmaking of the universe is at hand. When he will get around to it, no one knows. He might have already done it.
Clergy and Temples
Those few who have heard of this ultimate monster are absolutely mad. They worship him in small private cults, doing there absolute best not to attract his attention, for fear of what his "attention" might entail. They hide from him in every way they can, creating vast areas that are untraceable on maps, and moving aimlessly within them. Violence does not define his clergy, nor are they exclusively evil, though most exhibit both qualities. None of them, however, are lawful.
|Size and Type:||Medium Outsider|
|Hit Dice:||10d6+8d6+10d6+10d6+50 (274 hp)|
|Speed:||120 ft. (24 squares)|
|Defense:||31 (+10 class, +6 dex, +5 armor), touch 26, flat-footed 25|
|Special Qualities:||Darkvision 200 ft., Blind-sense 100 ft., Fear Aura (70 ft. -2 to all saves and attack actions; followers exempt)|
|Saves:||Fort 13, Ref 18, Will 17|
|Abilities:||Str 12, Dex 22, Con 15, Int 24, Wis 20, Cha 24|
|Possessions:||Fedora hat, Finely made black Armani suit, black nail polish, reading glasses, Extra-dimensional pocket, switchblade, silver pin, Dress shoes of striding and springing|
Mr. Death is a canny, shadowy mastermind, freakishly charismatic, almost to the point of creating blind obsession. He walks amongst mortal men in a flesh form only for his own amusement, but far transcends his pallid form. Underneath the papery skin, there is pure shadow, coursing through his faux-body. His place in the universe is one of a