Apprehensive and distrustful, Chetyre spends most of his time alone. He's incredibly passionate about the things he cares about (namely, death traditions) and collects information like nobody's business, but is wracked by insecurity over his interests and their morbid nature. Despite his interest in death, Chetyre doesn't know how to actually cope with a loss of life, and is terrified of dealing with it. He just wants to attend pretty funerals and see beautiful gravestones and talk to vultures and ravens, okay?
Chetyre spends most of his days in the Mags' pocket space, although fairly far away from the others. He toyed with the idea of assuming mortal identities and alter-egos, but every time he came close to following through, he shied out and convinced himself otherwise. Though terribly lonely, he continually isolated himself, only appearing as a strange spectre during funeral rites and in graveyards. This has led to him being misinterpreted as a reaper of spirits or a death deity, which only stresses Chetyre further.
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