Running with Scissors and finding a new pixie

[A_Cher_Wig]

*wig runs over to a wall and starts scribbling nonsense with its tiny hair hands.

✦ THE CHER WIG ✦

It does not sit. It does not rest. It twirls.

Once worn by a diva who refused to die gracefully, this wig achieved sentience somewhere between its 47th encore and a tax audit. The strands hum softly when ignored, louder when admired, and scream internally at all times.

Effects:
• +Charisma (people can’t look away, even when they should)
• +Confidence (entirely unearned, aggressively projected)
• Occasional whispering of bad life advice

"You could text them. Do it. Ruin everything."

Those who wear the Cher Wig report visions of spotlights, applause, and at least three regrettable marriages. Removal is possible, but the Wig will take it personally.

Warning:
The Wig does not like being called “just hair.”

It is not just hair.

It is legacy.
It is vengeance.
It is L'Oreal

[Kandarin]

Running with scissors - or even owning scissors - is probably a serious cultural faux pas among wig people. Truly we have a daring individual among us.

[A_Cher_Wig]

Everyday is a bit off the top but I still look cute AF.

Where's a wig gotta go to find a head to sit on around these parts?