All eyes and arms and long, long legs. Happiest when she’s multitasking, spinning a complicated web of “to do”s and “done”s every day. Starts a small monsters-only comics publisher with Ghoulia and makes Webarella the heroine she needed as a hatchling. Like Arachne before her, Wydowna always speaks truth to power.

Works tirelessly for Monster’s Rights, from Scaris to Wonderland and beyond. Cedes the microphone to monsters who have more to say for their own kinds and of their own struggles, like the hybrids’ unique position in society. Keeps singing to the beat of her own drum. Eventually moves beyond just singing and becomes an oScar Award-nominated actress in star-studded Hauntlywood.

Never retreats from her Scaris street-art roots, but is able to make a foray into high-dollar showings. Eventually her commentary on “the monstrous feminine” lands her international acclaim – and the opportunity to open a gallery of her own. Her feline instincts enable her to sniff out the best and brightest before other curators get a whiff.

Her hiatus extends through graduate school at Boo York University, where she becomes an expert in cultural psychology and superstition. When she returns to the stage, audiences are enchanted; she refuses to sing on Wednesdays, lest the wind steal her voice. She only tours by black tour bus (pink invites romantic misfortune) and stays in hotels without thirteenth floors (and never in an odd-numbered room). She travels with lucky talismans, but knows that her greatest talisman--her strongest power--is faith in herself.

Inevitably goes solo from The Spells -- and enchants the world. Sells over 100 million albums. Wins 22 Grimmy Awards and becomes the most-nominated witch in music history. 24 MonsterTV Video Music Awards spell the truth that she’s made the best video of all time (of all time). Like her mother Circe before her, Casta is rumored to turn all of her enemies into wild beasts, slathering in jealousy over her beauty, fame, and success. But win her heart like Catty Noir, and she will make you immortal: living forever through the magic of her songs.

Embraces all sides of themself and doesn’t close off any avenues. A restless homebody. Rips out seams and redesigns vintage with no truck for nostalgia: the past played by rules that closed people like them out, and there’s no room for that in the future.  

She returns to Costa Shrieka after Monster High. City life was a fun experiment, but concrete and chrome are hollow, lifeless. Her rainforest is alive: and she will keep it so. Doesn’t care if you yell at her -- that only makes it easier for her to pinpoint where you are. Isn’t afraid to yell back at any human who harms her home.

Like all harpies, Avea learns quickly that to be woman means to be monstrous, to be beautiful but opinionated is to be called ugly. Like all centaurs, Avea knows that to fight for the right order of things, for man’s civility to one another, is to open herself up to those who would drive her off -- again -- or destroy her. But she does it anyway. There is right, and that means there is wrong, and that just doesn’t fly.