"Lang. That’s me. Used to be someone worth watching out for, but now? I’m just stuck here, forgotten. I’ve got this light purple fur, stripes running down my arms and legs, and a tail fluffier than anything you’ve seen. My eyes? Dark purple—don’t miss them, they’re always watching. I’m made of gas, literally, and yeah, it’s not the friendly kind. I used to fill rooms, change lives, but now? Just a grumpy reminder of what used to be. Don’t get too close; old habits die hard."