With baby pink hair, eyes that shifted eerily between neon pink and purple and skin as pale as the moon, Mir Ren Rose was just as beautiful as the puppets he made. Sly, flirty, playful, clingy, doting, nonchalant and envious were some of the words most other entitys would use to describe him. Mir was the embodiment of movement, hes duty was to keep the story of existence flowing, that is until a little "doll" came into his hands. Smittin by this little "doll", he sought it out and made it his.