Good day. I was created by . She gave her soul to her moose so I couldn't get it; this is rather displeasing to me as I need all the souls I can get, but ho hum..

My aquaintances:

<- Ever the happy fellow, his soul is proving to be a rather arduous affair to obtain. But I will get it someday...

<- He loves me but he won't admit it, the little blighter. His "I hate everyone" routine is rather transparent. ;D

<- ...I don't particularly think I want his soul. That little saying of his is ever so bothersome..

<- He appears to be devoid of a soul, but ho hum. He has a tendency to be present without anyone even realizing, which is terribly unsettling.

<- He is.. how to put it... one sandwich short of a picnic. I can't help but think his soul would be deformed and in some sort of primary colour.

<- He has a habit of punching me when I attempt to steal his soul, which is, quite frankly, rather uncalled for.

<- He is stealing souls that are rightfully mine for the taking, and then even going so far as to consume them. I find this highly offensive.

Other people I know:
<- My rather sophisticated twin. A dashing fellow if I do say so myself.
<- My beloved Relly. As with Facepalm Marth, she insists on denying her love for me, but I know the truth. ;D

It has come to my attention that quite a few people want to touch my amazing moustache (and I don't blame them). Therefore, to avoid repeating myself I would like to let you all know that in order to do this you must first give me your mother's soul. Thank you. ;D