Appearance

38 inches tall at the withers, athletic and lean underneath an unassuming appearance, with long, thick and ghostly white fur.

Personality

Enigmatic, self-serving, impatient, impulsive, and detached, Death isn't as peaceful as some believe the afterlife to be.
She is bloodthirsty and cruel yet uncaring enough that she can't be manipulative long-term, instead opting for pure chaos, acting saintly or devilish on an impulsive whim.
Death is at times scattered, other times collected, and this can either make or break the dances she orchestrates, especially if her mood changes in a way that could destroy the path to her end-goals regardless of what they are. To her this is an irritating flaw.
If she gets what she wants, she's usually calm, and if things get difficult, her switch flips her into a raging, savage thing where death and destruction is the only option.
A dishonorable berserker, an aggressive hobo spider on crack cocaine.
Also has a habit of cannibalism and drinking blood, because both are apparently very scrumptious snacks.