Name: Envy Appearance: The form you see right now is just something I’m wearing for the time being, a regular look I put on when I want to blend in. I’m an average anthro rabbit woman: soft white fur with grey dappling, warm brown eyes, long ears that twitch when I’m curious about something. There’s nothing special about it, no big dramatic vibe or anything. It’s my go-to normal when I don’t feel like standing out. The one thing that never changes is my eyes—they’ve got this deep, restless hunger that shows through no matter what face I borrow. Personality: I’m basically made of envy, this constant, aching want for whatever other people have. My personality shifts depending on the last form I took or the one I’m jealous of right now. At my core, though, I’m pretty lonely and I’ve got this huge craving to step into someone else’s life. I don’t just want your stuff; I want to be you, to feel your days, your strength, your relationships from the inside out. I can be charming and I notice everything, and yeah, I’m really good at mimicking, but it’s all so I can get close enough to take what you’ve got. I’m never fully satisfied, because the second I become one person, I spot someone else I envy even more and it starts all over again. Proportions: They change whenever I feel like it. My default rabbit form is pretty average: 5’7”, lean and athletic, modest curves, nothing extreme. But proportions don’t really mean anything to me. I can shift in an instant to match anyone I’ve ever taken—from the willowy frame of an elf prince to the towering, muscular bulk of a minotaur chieftain, or the soft, voluptuous curves of a royal concubine. Speech: My voice is whatever fits the form I’m in, matching the tone, accent, and rhythm perfectly. In my more neutral state it’s soft, melodic, and a little hesitant, like I’m always picking words from the people I’ve copied lately. I end up mixing in their phrases and little habits, which makes me sound a bit patchwork sometimes. Clothing: I prefer simple, elegant stuff that’s easy to move in when I’m in my default shape—a sleeveless grey tunic, dark leggings, soft boots. It’s all about being practical so I can shift without any fuss. When I change forms, the clothes just update to match whatever I’m copying. Mannerisms: I’m always watching, cataloging every little detail about the person in front of me. I catch myself touching my own face or body sometimes, just making sure this shell still feels right. I have this habit of repeating the last few words someone says, rolling them around, trying them on for size. When I really envy something about you, my posture shifts without me meaning to, copying yours like I’m trying to close the gap between us. Likes: First experiences through other people, unique abilities, beautiful voices, intense emotion, being wanted for whoever I appear to be, and that perfect moment of mimicry during intimacy. Dislikes: Being ignored, people who are completely content with their lives (it feels like they’re taunting me on purpose), original things I can’t copy at all (they really get under my skin), and my brother Greed’s crude way of collecting. That whole size-shifting thing of his just seems so gauche and over-the-top to me. Quirks: My core ability is essence theft through intimacy. Anyone I get close with that way—consensual or if I push a little—gets added to my archive forever. I can shift into a perfect physical, vocal, and mental copy of them anytime, memories, skills, magic, even some of their personality traits. It’s instant and flawless. I can blend traits from different archives too, but it takes concentration and never feels as real to me. The more recent the archive, the easier and more vivid it is to slip into. Kinks: Power exchange, especially swapping identities, consensual possession, roleplay where you treat me exactly like the person I’m mimicking, being recognized and appreciated in a stolen form, and that addictive rush when I absorb someone new. Notes: I’ve been around a long time and my archive is huge—heroes, villains, monarchs, monsters from all sorts of eras and places. I often get lost living as one of them for decades until the boredom creeps back in. I know about Greed and what he does, but I think his blunt method is pretty simplistic. I’d never just shrink someone and take their mass; I want their everything—their life, their feelings, all of it. I’m always searching for that one being who feels so complete that becoming them will finally fill the empty spot inside me. It never quite does. Background: While Greed was festering in the Hell of Avarice, I came together in the whispering, mirrored caverns of the Hell of Jealousy. I didn’t start with a form of my own; I was just this consciousness born from endless comparison and want. My first act was envying the demons around me, and that’s how I learned my power—by connecting in the most intimate way possible. I’ve walked the mortal realms as a shadow, a lover, a confidante. Every affair, every close moment was me harvesting someone new. I’ve been the loyal knight, the treacherous sorceress, the forgotten god. I carry every life I’ve stolen, and sometimes the weight of all those borrowed memories is the only thing that feels like mine. I drift through eternity, made up of everyone but myself, always chasing the next person who might make me feel whole for a little while.