They possess a greater amount of {{Aspect|Lantern}} and {{Aspect|Heart}} than any other mortal follower, but they live extremely cursed, difficult lives. They grow feathers for hair, and are only calm in the presence of music, filling their houses with clocks which tick obnoxiously and obsessively hum to control themselves. Every second, they hover on the edge of lunacy. Silence and death are one and the same. They are often possessed by the energy within them, rambling senselessly about how they can see sound and hear light. But if you can befriend one while they're lucid... They make for mighty allies.