DEATH (taxidriver)

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DEATH: the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

13.7 billion years old

omnipotent 

Azrael, (The Angel of Death) 

Prefers to go by 'Taxidriver'

agender yet often chooses to present himself as masculine with he/him pronouns.

"I'm just your average, joe-shmo, working class bloke. I've just got a really weird job."

Death is inevitable for all living things. the taxidriver is the grim reaper, Death himself, yet he doesn't like to intimidate mortals (especially after they just passed) so he takes on the appearance of a lanky british man w a yorkshire accent💔

-Death transports any mortals to the afterlife in the back of his taxi, which is why he's known as the Taxidriver. He really appreciates when people give him a generous tip. 

-Whilst driving, he really enjoys human pleasures such as music. he's partial to music he considers 'modern', such as the smiths and oasis.

 -Death often calls girls/women 'poppet' as a term of endearment. 

-His favourite song is 'Don't Look Back in Anger' by Oasis.

-His wife or 'missus' is Life herself, Death's polar opposite. despite this, he's still madly in love with her and has been married to her for several thousand years.

-Taxidriver's name is technically Azrael since he is t̶h̶e̶ A̶n̶g̶e̶l̶ o̶f̶ Death-- when he's not doing his job he may introduce himself as Az or Azzy.

-Since he is (technically) t̶h̶e̶ A̶n̶g̶e̶l̶ o̶f̶ Death, he often keeps his halo tucked in under his hat. He also keeps his wings on his car keys.

-he probably looks a lot like reece shearsmith

-His favourite cigarettes are Benson & Hedges.

-taxidriver always tries to get flowers for life, but since he is literally death the flowers always die in his grasp💔 its not uncommon for him to show up with a bouquet of dead flowers for his wife since it's the best he can manage.

QUOTES:

"Oh, yeah, Satan's a good bloke. He's my favourite customer by far. He's really sweet. He always has a chat with me and leaves at least 50 pounds as a tip. Really makes my day."

"I keep me scythe in the boot, love. Can you believe some bloke nicked it off me once? Unbelievable."

"I wake up at 4am. Make myself a cuppa. Get to driving at 6am sharp. By the time 6pm hits, I'm knackered and it's time to pick up my wife and go out for a curry. Simple living, that's me."

"When the last living thing dies, my job'll be done. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me when I leave."

"Ohh, I getcha, darlin'.. I getcha, alright. This is all a little new for you, ain't it? But you got someone to talk your troubles to. Me, that is."

"Mind you, I'm sure you don't need any comfortin'. You'll be alright. I believe in ya, I do. Now gimme them fare coins. Don't make me bloody wait, there's a good girl."

"For example, did ya know that the 'umans think I'm a big robed skelly? Hilarious."

"Oh, we're 'ere now, are we? Righto. Best stay seated and wait for me to open the door for you, poppet. Wouldn't want to be rude."

"Fraid so. I've got the paperwork. I've got the timetable. I've got the scythe, all the fun bits. All that's left is you. Don't want to make me a liar, do you?"

"And don't you worry the scythe's at the depot getting its teeth fixed, but I'll have that back on me in no time. Death has to look the part now, doesn't 'e? Devil's in the details, duck."

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