Among the 100 heavens, from the 26th Heaven -Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work, a man sat on a chair as he gazed at sky, he was Tall and lean, His brown hair, His Hair layered, medium-length tousled cut, The hair reaches just past the ears, It's slightly messy, sharp jawline, steady gray eyes that miss nothing. the suit wore was immaculate.
His two hands rested on the sides of chair as he gazed at the sky, strangely despite sitting his the ground and everywhere around him seemed to be enveloped in his shadow, his shadow seemed to be alive as if something, or somethings were moving around in it, as the shadow writhed endlessly, infact it seemed almost alive, he then heard a sound echoing in the air
"NO~~"
he rose slightly from the chair, then put both his hand together as he rested his chin on them, and contemplated quietly, then he rose up and said softly
"Interesting", as he walked away his shadow moved beside him, endlessly writhing, expanding and folding towards itself, the place where his shadow had been seemed to suffer from a loss as it lost vitality the ground looked barren and dry, soil taking a yellow hue.
From the 46th Heaven, Beyond the Timescape, a man seemingly 6.2ft tall, lean, a black cloth wraps tightly around his eyes, he wears a traditional black kimono drapes over the shoulders. The neckline plunges deeply, exposing part of the chest a wide sash cinches the waist; where on his left side two Katana's and on his right side a single Katana's which he held strongly with his right hand securing the kimono and serving as a practical anchor for weapons he wears Black wooden sandals elevate the feet slightly off the ground.
He seemed blind yet aware of his surroundings, he slightly removed his sword from his sheet as if in preparation to practice, but then heard a faint voice, and let the sword fall back into the sheath as then slowly walks away.
The places where he left Footprints behind had all grass cut-off, deep scares crisscrossed around the ground, the earth seeped in on itself, leaving a dark aura around the floor.
From among the 100 heavens, the 20th heaven -My House of Horrors, there a man stood in path below trees, he was tall, his hair long, vibrant yellow hair with a messy, wind-swept texture that reaches down to his shoulders, his entire face is concealed by a striking, vertical split mask. The right side is bone white, and the left side is pitch black.
A wide, exaggerated "U" shaped smile is carved into the mask, curving upward toward the eye slits, giving him a theatrical and slightly eerie appearance. He wore a traditional, flowing yellow Daoist robe with wide, oversized sleeves. The fabric is a rich golden-yellow, intricately detailed with orange and gold patterns that resemble scales or clouds, polished gemstones in shades of emerald green, ruby red, and amber are embedded along the collar and the edges of the sleeves
Scattered across the yellow fabric are stylized drawings of the same black-and-white smiling mask. The long yellow stopped just short of covering his feet, he wore no foot feat, and walked barefoot.
The man in yellow put his hands behind his back as he pondered on something, though because of the mask it seemed as if he was just smiling, he then heard an voice carried by nonexistent wind flowing in the abyss
"No..One..No"
The man raised his head gazing as the sky, the mood around him seemed to become more joyous added to half white, half black smiling mask on his face it cast a strange atmosphere in thew surrounding's, as his voice was heard, it was cold and sinister, the type that gives rise to goosebumps
"Ha...ha...Evilcuzyes and Null what a spectacular display u pulled off, despite my bias I have to admit that u two are incrophensibly talented, alas..alas..such a pity"
He let out a light laugh as swung his arm making his daoist robe flutter, his yellow aura ripping around him it spread like poison, as the man turned into a crow and flew away.
From the 41st Heaven- Ending Maker, a lady her hair soft, deep aubun. Her hair is styled in an elaborate traditional updo, held together by ornate golden hairpins and a central crown-like piece adorned with a red gemstone. Two long, delicate golden tassels hang from her hair, framing her face, She had brown eyes.