[AKA: Phantasma Scrivere]

Traits: Weasel [Modified]

Eyes: Three eyes [Mutated)

Ears: Pointy

Horns: Succubus

Tail: H eart

Wings: Demon

Body: Pale blue with no marks (Pale, modified)

Jelly taste: Sugar cookie

Age of death: 18

Age since being reborn: 7 years

Current Master: Santa Voltolini (27, Writer)

...he's...eir...

...do...ike...fa...

Ge...way...eak...!

No one cares about me, it's better if I just die...

People stay away. They've always had. They just go on with their business while avoiding me. It's fine, I don't want to be seen. I remain hidden, away from the eyes of the people, making all these stories, all these poems, all this writing and more, in my little safe haven. An attic, how fitting. My Master, what does he think when he sees my writing? A rival? A friend? I don't know. But he's the only one to care. I drive everyone else away. I guess it's because I'm me. My skin? My eyes? My outfit? It matters not. I just sit here, writing, while exuding this aura...

My Ghostly Aura...