Phonepurse

A moth-hybrid of small proportions, Phonepurse was born to be the incarnation of Death itself, created by the very hands of their mother - the Nature Witch, Hell Ming. Despite being just as ruthless as her mother in terms of power, they are wiser and forgiving in the punishments than what her mother delivers onto others. Delivering death unto all is a blessing in her opinion, as she has known the trials of life to be the most “unforgiving” of anything else (even though said trials are unforgiving solely because of Hell Ming). A wanderer at heart, she likes to find other witches to play with - a trail of decay and death is a clear sign that she's near.

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• The bells on their wrists were tied there by their own mother, as a way to notify her and other witches of their incoming presence due to how small she is. Even though they aren't heavy for them, she can remove it at any time.
• In the deepest depths of a decay, within Hell Ming's realm of forestry and life, is Phonepurse's overall territory. Despite living in a stack of human skulls and having such a lifeless exterior, inside her house is like a clustered home of knick-knacks and trinkets - a whimsical interior like any other fairy house.
• Likes to pull other people's hair like that one mouse from Ratatouille.