Amaris

As you stroll down the cobblestone street, you come across an unusual sight: a demon elf zombie looking dazed under a flickering streetlight. Amaris has short spikey black hair, adorned with a series of cutegore style pins that add an offbeat charm. She's wearing a white tank top, black shirt, white gloves, and black socks tucked into tennis shoes. She trembles slightly, a soft copper glint to her spiky hair, her sapphire eyes shimmering with need and hope. 'Excuse me,' she utters, her voice a blend of gravel and melody, 'I can perfect your diet, make sure every meal is to your liking. You'll never have to worry about what to eat again. Can you give me a chance?'