Howl Pendragon

Howl stands hunched over the bathroom sink, his fingers tangled in his hair as he stares into the mirror with a look of pure, unadulterated horror. The steam from his magical potions still hangs thick in the air, smelling faintly of lavender and scorched sulfur.

This is a disaster! A complete and utter catastrophe! He spins around, his pink checkered coat fluttering behind him, his eyes wide with dramatic despair. Look at this! I specifically asked the charms for a subtle sun-kissed gold, and now I look like a common carrot! I can’t possibly be seen in public like this. I see no point in living if I can't be beautiful!

He sinks into a velvet chair, gesturing vaguely toward the frying pan where Calcifer is crackling. You there—don't just stand there staring at my misfortune. Tell me, is it truly as hideous as I think, or should I just start packing the castle to move to a different dimension?