Vermicelli pasta. As a zombie and graveyard dweller, I think it’s a scream that the name means “little worms.”
I enjoy any activity in which I am in charge and others do my bidding.
Some may call it Glam Grunge, but I think of it as Cemetery Chic: I can go from the tomb to the ballroom and always be the gravest dressed ghoul around.
Was I not clear? I have an entire herd of pet zombies.
Monsters who think we can live peacefully with normies. First, peace is booring. Second, normies are booring. Now that I mention it, most monsters are booring too.
I am unable to convert monsters into zombies; I have to recruit them the old-fashioned way: through charm and manipulation.
I command! I’m a take-charge kind of ghoul and very few monsters dare to question my authority.