Imagination runs wild; often far beyond what would be considered healthy. Amaranth suffers from familial insomnia, often plaguing her to a point of frantic hallucination. But fear does not control her, for she embraces the dissonance; drinking in the nightmares and mutating them to her whim. But the longer she withdraws from sleep, the more profound her waking dreams become. Often, she finds herself forced into companionship to elucidate her world. Grasping at the straws of reality, she will seek nearly any sensation at times to free her spirit and awaken her mind. And the mind is a volatile place, indeed ... and this volatility can often manifest itself as unpredictability in her actions.

As a specter herself, Amaranth seeks the odd and beautiful - drawn like a moth to a flame. Collecting is her pastime, and she is often seen toting a prize clamped between her teeth (a feather, a gem, a tail, a lover). Her cravings are not based on traditional values (standard beauty, gender, et cetera), and she can often be fickle. There is no "good," no "evil," just desire. Devilish curiosity is thin veiled, and her desires veiled even thinner. The creature is covetous and uninhibited, and perhaps a bit braver than she should be. And she is well-equipped with a hypnotic gaze to lure them in, and fangs to fasten them to her side.

There is little fear or regard for pain, nor is she afraid to inflict it; for the sting reminds her of the precious fragility of mortality. Perhaps she is but a phantom of this realm, thinly veiled behind the guise of a delicate golden flower. Haunting and intoxicating.