Charles, the Harbinger of Death, reaper and carrier of the souls, escorting them to judgment. He appeared out of nowhere in a battle field that consisted of nought but a single clearing in a forest, the sky above dark and cluttered with far-borne celestial objects. To his left was a large, tanned rock wall, scraped at by the relentless salty winds of the sea, shaping it to its own accord. To his right was an open sea, a cliff that fell straight down, into the dark depths below.
And to his front and back were to trees of the forest, that which housed many animals of various type. Charles didn't know why he was here. He had just appeared... But he felt like there was an enemy to come yet, and he might just have his fun. He gripped his black sword tightly as he swept his black cloak around him.
