Height: 5’6” (appears 5’8” while floating)

Weight: 15lbs

Appearance: Mafurako has an alarmingly pale complexion, most notably, bordering on almost white. She has a bit of a chubby figure and has rather long, black hair kept in a thick braid draped over her left shoulder. Her eyes, though almost never visible, are of a pale blue colour. She has a round-shaped face with a button nose, as well as a dumb smile on her face that serves as a resting point more than anything.

Regarding an outfit, she’ll usually be wearing a set of excessively large robes of a primarily brown colour, draping far behind her when she walks or giving the impression of walking when she’s floating, not to mention the sleeves often being rolled up because they’re too long. On top of this, she wears a pair of thick glasses on her face with large, round lenses. The lenses usually fog up due to the low temperature of her body, so her eyes are rarely visible. She doesn’t even need glasses to see.

Magical Talents: Being a spirit inherently attributed with the cold, she’s very proficient when it comes to the usage of ice magic of most varieties. Constructs of it, manipulating it indirectly, the whole package. However, on account of her various whims, she has also picked up restoration magic as well as a bit of water magic. Neither of which are proficient as her Ice magic, but are still used nonetheless.

Instead of using a staff or a wand like every other bog standard magician, she uses a large, empty book as a catalyst that she often pretends to be reading despite the pages all being blank.

Personality: To put it simply, Mafurako isn’t quite the brightest tool in the shed when it comes to decision making, not to mention she’s an enormous dork for the most part. Suffice to say, if she sees something that’s interesting or she enjoys, she’ll likely overreact with no rhyme or reason. In saying that, give her even so much as a sliver of a reason to overreact and she’ll take it quicker than you can say “no please stop”.

She sees a cute animal? She’ll freak out over it. She gets a compliment from someone? She’ll go on about it for about ten minutes. Or if she sees something she likes? She’ll really want to take it. And if they don’t want to give it to her? She’ll probably use too much force.

Mafurako also doesn’t really believe in the whole idea of ‘too much of a good thing’. In fact, in her eyes, any excessive amount of a good thing is great to her. Scarves are warm and fashionable? Great, she’ll wear at least eight of them. Incense sticks smell great? She’ll probably breathe only that until she passes out from sniffing too much incense.

Though, behind this weird guise lies an often sweet and kind spirit. …Well, to those she respects and cares for anyway. Others she’ll likely treat with indifference, or with just a simple lack of respect. Either way, she’ll try her hardest to make sure her friends are all well and cared for, despite the fact that she can’t usually touch them with how cold she is.

History: Manifesting as a spirit for nearly two-hundred years can easily leave holes in people’s memories, as can doing next to nothing with this time. Having done both for, well, somewhat less than two-hundred years, Mafurako’s memory is positively full of holes at this point, to the point where she can’t remember anything about her past life. Only one thing really lingered, which was her name. She doesn’t know who her family was, nor where and when she died. Let alone where her soul ended up wandering. All she really does know is that it snows a whole lot and there’s a crumbled snowman.

One thing she did end up developing, however, was a rather unhealthy interest with the living. This interest eventually lead to her trailing people who would pass through her haunting grounds, and everything they talked about and had on them was just so interesting!

Clothes, backpacks, talks about family, talks about magic, she just couldn’t get over all of these things that everyone in the world outside of this snowy place she couldn’t leave. As it were, she was bound to this place. Whenever she’d try to leave it turns out she’d have done a full circle and ended up back at the crumbled snowman.

The only real way for her to escape her haunting grounds would be to have a physical form, a body that would unbind her from it, one that would allow her to walk amongst the living once more. …Well, in a literal sense. She’d still very much be a spirit.

This revelation hit her like a tonne of bricks. That’s it, she just needed to find the opportune moment and take someone’s physical body. It wasn’t as simple as just jumping into someone’s body, not while they were alive and well at least. Then another revelation hit her. This area she resided in had near constant snow-storms and blizzards. All it would take is one traveller with an ideal form succumbing to the cold, and that was it.

She could be free at long last.

Months passed, and this ideal form never came by. Convoys of merchants passing through, brawny hikers making a sport of braving the blizzards. None of them would suit what she needed, nor would they succumb to the cold before they were out of her haunting grounds.

Though, Mafurako was patient. And eventually, her opportunity arose.

A young woman she saw as being the ‘ideal form’ was walking through her haunting grounds alone. No guards, no friends, nothing. No one. They were shivering, and alone.

The cold was eating away at them, Mafurako could see it in the way they walked. Stumbling every second step, arms shaking with hands barely able to cling onto their body. They collapsed, and their life began to fade.

Mafurako opened her eyes a minute later, standing up in this new form she’d taken hold of. All that was left for her to do was to explore the world. And she was beyond excited for it. Taking

Miscellaneous:
-The body Mafurako inhabits is technically not alive, but at the same time, she still feels the same urges that a living human would. She still feels the need to eat, sleep, and all the pains that come with it, despite the body having no apparent vital functions, instead being maintained by the soul inhabiting it. Due to this, the body is incapable of change. No aging, nothing. …This also means there’s no way for her to lose the excess heft that her body has.
-Her skin is blisteringly cold to the touch, chillingly cold as it were. Cold enough to start hurting after about a minute of direct contact, if not less.