Ribbon Dancer

[Previous name: Ike]

Traits [Weasel]
 Ears: Innorganic [Ribbons]
 Eyes: normal
 Horns: No horns
 Wings: Demon
 Tail: Sting
 Body: No marks [Pale]

Jelly taste: Fruit roll up

Age of death: 22

Age since being reborn: 11 years

Former Master: Malice

Yo...an...idi...!

I l...ou...uch...

...y...yo...hu...me?!

I can't take this anymore I just want to die...

In and out, out and in, a twirling dance with ribbons and swaths of cloth fluttering in the sky. The cloth, so beautiful, no? But they hold a secret, a deadly one. They can kill, they have killed. And I am the wielder. I remember, I remember pain. Suffering. Nothing happy. An assassin, only to work and work until you die. I tried to die. I failed. I tried again. I failed again. And then, when I did it for a mission, suddenly I was free? I don't understand the meaning of this, but I am afraid. I want to change, I want to be myself again. But how, when I've murdered with these ribbons? The ribbons, they tell a tale, a tale no one has ever seen. But they only know me by one thing now.

A Ribbon Dancer and nothing more...