Death is a dashing man. He's eyeless but he has no trouble seeing. He takes pride in his job with the Ferryman, and he's quite light hearted for someone who deals with the distraught and demented souls of the damned. Death is pale and wears nice formal clothing. He's always hold a synth and a lantern on his hip. He wears sunglasses to keep his empty sockets from bothering his clients. As the Keeper's grandson, Death finds himself in the middle of the awful war the tears have started.