this is trash rn but blame my phone and deal with it

full name ++ lin yanjun
age ++ stuck at twenty-three
species ++ gRIM REAPER
occupation ++ coroner and part time taxidermist
background ++ before he died some time in the 1850s, he was a coroner lowkey involved in a killing ring where he and other coroners would kill people off and try to figure out how the other person did it for sport. evil it may have been, but he had no regrets. each coroner involved was different in little ways, and he quickly picked up on it, but what set him apart from the others was the fact that he'd make his victims into statues and leave them in odd places (like a forest, leaning against a building, in someone's home, etc) and in poses one would think normal living people do. he was very skilled at his craft, ahead of his time even, but detectives started to catch on. see, yanjun was never one to lie. sure, he didn't always admit the truth or even say anything, but when he did, he was very... blunt and open. when detectives started to find more and more posed corpses around town, and it came time to question him, he somehow managed to skirt his way around the truth yet tell them no lies. he gave them clue after clue to find the real culprit, and just when they did, they found him sitting in a chair in his home, stitched smile on his face, lit cigarette in his mouth, and a bullet in his brain. to this day, no one knows who was the cause of his demise, no one knows their motive, and if you ask him about it, he'll only break into a fit of laughter. but each time he's confronted about it we learn more of the truth.

not too long after his demise, though, he was stuck in limbo. he wasn't deserving of a second chance at life by any means, but there was a higher power who had better plans for him. they were to make him, of all people, a grim reaper.