💥 Colette (a.k.a. Colette Trixie)

Age: 19
Height: 1.67m
Affiliation: Star Park (Obsessed Employee + #1 Fan)
Likes: Coffee (WAY too much), Spike (WAY, WAY too much), writing in her diary, chasing obsessions, the idea of love
Dislikes: Edgar's laziness, people touching her diary, boredom

🧁 Appearance

• Skin: Snow-pale, like porcelain left in the cold too long.

• Hair: Short, silvery-white with a single candy pink streak. One eye always covered.

• Eyes: Naturally dark pink. Pupils morph—♥ (love), ★ (excitement), and sometimes ☠ (unhinged).

• Teeth: Sharp and predator-like, with a yellowish tint that makes her smile just... unsettling.

• Clothes: Red vest-like top over a blue open straitjacket-style outfit. Purple pants. Basic shoes. She’s chaos in neat layers.

• Accessory: A cursed, handwritten diary filled with doodles, ramblings, hearts, and names—mostly SPIKE written in increasingly disturbing fonts.

🧠 Personality

Colette is a walking contradiction. Cute yet demonic. Kind but obsessive. Her moods can flip in milliseconds—from bubbly fangirl to manic superfan to dangerously flirtatious succubus. She works hard and is surprisingly organized, but her thoughts are always on them. Mostly Spike. Sometimes others. Mostly Spike again.

She's high-energy, caffeine-fueled, dangerously loyal, and talks to her diary like it’s a person (because... it kind of is).

😈 Succubus Form – Colette Trixie

• Transformation Trigger: Emotional overload, obsession spike (no pun intended), or corrupted diary rituals.

• Skin: Turns deep red.

• Eyes: Bright yellow irises with black sclera. Pupil shapes still shift, even more intensely.

• Wings, Horns, and Tail: Yep—all present and wickedly stylish.

• Diary: Morphs into a flying, sentient grimoire with a big, single eye and flappy wings. It whispers. It judges. It giggles. It’s alive.

• Clothes: Purple, form-fitting, chaotic glam. A little spooky, a lot sexy.

• Personality Shift: Becomes flirty, aggressively affectionate, and even more unhinged—but in a captivating, dangerous kind of way.

🌟 Trivia

• She once drank 27 espresso shots in a row just to feel something.

• She alphabetizes her obsessions by how “squishable” they are. Spike tops every list.

• Her cursed diary may have eaten someone's soul. She doesn't remember.

• No one is sure if her succubus powers are real or just Star Park tech gone horribly right.

• She calls Spike “Spikey-Wikey” and keeps an entire page in her diary just for doodling him in different outfits.

🖤 Edgar – “The Emo No One Can Stand for More Than 10 Minutes”

Age: Probably 17, but doesn’t care enough to confirm
Height: Tall enough to look away and pretend he didn’t see you
Job: Ghost employee at the Star Park gift shop
Status: Too arrogant to care

😒 Appearance

Messy black hair, black clothes, black mood. Everything about Edgar screams “2009 emo,” minus the fashion sense. He wears a cursed scarf that does more work than he ever has — it literally acts as two extra arms, used in fights and to avoid physical effort. He has permanent dark circles because “sleep is for normies.”

💀 Personality

Edgar is the human embodiment of an exaggerated sigh. Arrogant, lazy, and allergic to effort. He technically works with Colette, but calling what he does “work” is generous. Most of the time, he’s sitting in the back, earbuds in, blasting emo music, pretending the world doesn’t exist. If he could, he’d print a name tag that just says: “Whatever.”

Griff yells at him daily. Edgar shrugs. That’s the dynamic.

🧣 Abilities

• Blisteringly fast attacks with the sentient scarfTM

• Life-draining emo combat style

• God-tier skill at avoiding responsibility

💼 Griff – “The Capitalist with a Cash Register for a Head”

Age: $$$
Height: Around 1.80m (not counting his inflated ego)
Job: Boss, owner of the gift shop, corporate overlord

💵 Personality

Griff doesn’t care about feelings, friendships, or employee rights. He cares about money. To him, a good customer is one who spends fast and leaves faster. A good employee? Never had one. He’s greedy, selfish, and micromanages every cent in the shop.

Calls himself a “business visionary,” but let’s be honest — he’d sell his soul for a $0.05 profit margin.

🌵 Spike – “The Chaos Gremlin Who Never Blinks”

Species: Adorably terrifying cactus
Height: Around 80 cm of pure feral cuteness
Speech: No. Never. Ever.

🌼 Personality

Spike doesn’t speak, doesn’t blink, and definitely doesn’t care. He’s a walking enigma with a smile that says “I know something you don’t.” Nobody knows if he’s friendly, evil, or just wandering through existence by accident.

He creates explosive vines, manipulates plants, and still manages to look like a plush toy someone dropped in a war zone. Whatever Spike is... he’s not to be messed with.

🦇 Mortis – “The Drama Queen, the Vamp, the Walking Ego”

Age: Immortal, but probably stopped counting once he realized aging wasn’t sexy
Style: Goth glam undertaker with a flair for theatrics
Weapon: Shovel of deathTM (or as he calls it, “Le Instrument of Shadows”)

👻 Personality

Mortis is like that one friend you think is charismatic... until you spend five minutes with him. Imagine if Eric Cartman, Johnny Cage, and a hot topic mannequin had a lovechild — and gave it caffeine and trauma.

He’s dramatic, narcissistic, unhinged, and thinks everything is about him. He’ll spend two hours styling his purple hair, insult you in 3 different languages, and call it “constructive feedback.” He’s theatrical AF, flirts with danger (and himself), and monologues mid-fight. Oh — and he absolutely despises Edgar. Like, deep visceral disgust. Calls him things like “discount My Chemical Romance” and “emo intern from hell.”

No filter, no chill, and zero respect for anyone. Mortis doesn’t have friends — he has an audience.

🧛‍♂️ Abilities

• High-speed dashes straight into your personal space

• Bat summoning to suck your HP and your patience

• God-level self-adoration and legendary trash talk