.・゜゜・ ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕖 ・゜゜・． ✦ 👻 ✦

She can become completely invisible. She can also possess anything, objects, people, in short, she can possess and control whatever she possesses.

She HATES HER LAST NAME... She doesn't like it at all and thinks it's bad. If someone calls her by her last name, she's like, "What..? WHAT?!" But if someone says something like, "Okay, Bowley... Ahem... Connie." She won't be offended, she'll just say, "That too."

Connie collects old keys, about twenty of them, which she keeps in a box under her bed. She never sleeps, simply hovering in midair and listening to the silence. She can walk through walls, but prefers doors—"it's more polite." She loves leaving glowing star-shaped marks on the walls, calling them "autographs" and signing them "K.B." She adores watching people sleeping, simply out of curiosity about their dreams. She smells of mint and old paper. She's afraid of vacuum cleaners, considering them a threat to her ephemerality. She doesn't laugh out loud, only smiles quietly and makes a rustling sound. She decorates her space with beads and posters that say "Beware of Ghosts!"—ironic and "promising." She never talks about her death. She loves brewing tea for others, taking exactly three minutes, without a teabag. She collects other people's notes, keeps them in a box, and rereads them. She can change her transparency from almost invisible to a bright blue, which she uses to play pranks. She never screams, simply freezes and becomes transparent. She adores stars, believing them to be little ghosts. She wears a bracelet of glowing beads and never takes it off. She dislikes mirrors—she only sees a blur. She leaves riddles and puzzles on tables as "gifts." Instead of saying "I hate you," she says, "I'm not interested in you." She remembers her friends' birthdays and leaves little gestures: notes, flowers, beads. She's afraid of being forgotten, so she leaves traces everywhere—glowing dots, writing, displaced objects. When asked about her fears, she replies, "Ghosts have no fears," and disappears. She considers the name Bulinski too human, preferring simply Connie. She doesn't apologize, but if she's overdone it, she leaves a cup of tea as a silent "sorry." She makes light bulbs flicker when she passes by. Connie is cold, mysterious, and full of little pranks that make the world a little less boring.

Connie hates libraries because they're too quiet and predictable. She believes books should be read in noisy places, where their content can clash with the world around them. She calls libraries "word tombs" and avoids them unless she needs to steal or hide something. She despises boredom and will do anything to avoid it. She believes boredom is a slow death for a ghost that's already dead, so she constantly seeks ways to entertain herself and others, even if those ways annoy others. Connie hates being ignored; she'd rather be yelled at than ignored. She may spin objects, flicker, or move furniture to attract attention, and if that doesn't work, she'll become offended and disappear for days to see if her absence is noticed. She dislikes sunlight because it makes her too visible and takes away her "mystery." She prefers cloudy days, fog, and twilight, when she can float unnoticed. She calls sunlight "vulgar" and tries to stay away from it. Connie hates it when someone tries to "expose" her or prove that she's lying about her accomplishments; she immediately becomes cold and caustic and can leave, leaving behind only a slight draft and the scent of mint. She doesn't tolerate people touching her things, especially her box with keys and notes. She can punish the offender by hiding something important or moving everything in the room an inch to the left. Connie dislikes noisy places, not because they irritate her, but because she gets lost in them. She prefers to be the sole source of chaos in a room, rather than one of many. She can't stand fake smiles and false compliments; she can always sense them and immediately loses interest in the person she's talking to, believing she's unworthy of wasting her energy on them. Connie hates being called "cute" or "nice."

Connie loves iced mint tea and drinks it only in complete darkness. She thinks flowers in vases look sad, so she sometimes moves them to other rooms. She has a secret habit of counting all the books on the shelf when she enters the library. She never makes eye contact with anyone for more than three seconds to maintain an air of mystery. Connie loves to remember the names of everyone she meets, but she never shows it. She often leaves little blue sparks on her friends' pillows, which disappear after a minute. She believes rainy weather is the best for walks because her footprints are less noticeable then. Connie hates it when someone touches her things, even if it's just an accident. She always carries a small silver coin with her and twirls it in her fingers when she thinks. She likes to sit on rooftops and look at the city at dusk. She believes that silence is the loudest sound, and she loves it. Connie has a strange habit of checking all the locks in her room, even if they're already locked. She never smiles in photographs because she thinks smiling makes her look too real. Connie loves collecting cobwebs in corners—she considers them "natural decor." She often hums melodies no one knows and always stops when caught. She's convinced that stars are the souls of ghosts who have wandered too far. Connie dislikes being compared to other ghosts because she considers herself unique. She can sit motionless for hours, simply staring at a wall, and never feel bored. She always keeps her distance, even from her friends, because she's afraid that if she gets too close, she'll be overly noticed and she'll lose her secret. Connie likes to leave strange things in people's pockets—pebbles, notes, dried leaves. She never says that she is actually sad, but her glow becomes a little dimmer at such moments.

Connie adores "Ghost Yogurt"—it's her greatest gastronomic weakness. She can eat it at any time of day or night, whether she's hungry or not. She claims the yogurt has the perfect consistency and shimmers slightly, just like her, making it "ghost-worthy." She always eats it with the same silver spoon, which she never shares with anyone because she believes "food should have its own utensil." Connie's favorite color is blue, like her body and hair. She considers it the most elegant and cool color, which perfectly suits her image. She prefers to combine blue with white, a fact reflected in her visor and shirt. She loves cold weather because she begins to feel too "material" in warm weather. She enjoys fog, rain, and twilight—the time when her translucent body looks most natural; she finds clear, sunny days too revealing. Connie also adores old books with worn covers, especially those that mention ghosts or mysterious disappearances. She collects such editions and keeps them in a secret place. Her favorite smell is the smell of old paper and dust, which she calls "the scent of eternity." Her favorite time of day is midnight, because the world becomes quiet and belongs only to her; she can float in the air without fear of being seen; at these hours she feels most free. Connie dislikes sweets, but makes an exception for yogurt; she believes that too-sweet things make a ghost "too grounded." Her favorite drink is iced mint tea, which she drinks in the dark so no one can see her enjoying it. She loves silence, but sometimes, alone, she quietly hums melodies that no one has ever heard; she believes that music is the only thing that can be as weightless as she is.

When Connie is caught in mischief, she never admits her guilt. Instead, she looks at her interlocutor with a straight face, tilts her head slightly to the side, and utters her signature phrase, "What about me?" with such sincere intonation, as if she genuinely has no idea what's going on. She does it so convincingly that even if someone has seen her in the act with their own eyes, they begin to doubt themselves. She can repeat this phrase several times, slightly varying the intonation: first with surprise, then with offense, then with a hint of mockery. Her voice sounds even and calm, without a hint of embarrassment, as if she herself is a victim of circumstances. If the interlocutor insists and provides evidence, Connie shrugs, looks away, and adds, "What about me?" "I was just passing by," after which she slowly floats away, leaving behind a light, glowing trail. Her face remains completely impassive, although a barely noticeable smile sometimes flickers at the corners of her lips if she is sure that she is not being seen. She knows that this phrase works without fail, because most people are not ready to argue with a ghost who looks at them with such genuine bewilderment. "And what about me?" has become her personal mantra, a defense against any accusations. She says it so often that it already sounds like a reflex, even when no one accuses her. She sometimes says it just like that, to see the reaction of others. This phrase has become part of her image - a mysterious and elusive ghost who is always "not involved."

Connie loves to cause mischief, it's her little pastime, she gets pleasure from the fact that she can quietly and unnoticed disrupt someone's order. She chased a teapot and twirled it in the air for an hour, simply because she was bored and wanted to see how long Tegan would tolerate it. She hides things, rearranges objects, leaves strange notes, and when asked "Why?", she shrugs and says innocently, "What's wrong?" She does this not out of malice, but out of curiosity and a desire to add chaos to the measured lives of others. When caught in mischief, she calmly replies, "What about me?" or "Well, technically it could be true." She will never admit to what she did, even if she is caught red-handed, she will always find a way to shift the blame or pretend that she is not involved. Her favorite phrase is "I would never do that, you have me confused with someone else," even if the evidence is obvious. Connie doesn't do mischief to hurt, but to attract attention and relieve boredom, she believes that life is too predictable, and her little pranks make it more interesting, although she will never admit that she just wants to be noticed, she uses her pranks as a way of communication, as a game in which she always wins, because no one can prove her guilt, she smiles her barely noticeable smile and disappears, leaving others bewildered and slightly irritated, but at the same time she never crosses the line - her mischief is never cruel or destructive, they are just little surprises that make the day a little less ordinary.

Connie has a rather cold personality, she does not show strong emotions in conversations with other Toons, but despite this, she is not malicious and cares for her friends, she is described as a charismatic, slightly arrogant ghost with a habit of lying about her achievements, her coldness is not malice, but rather a mask that she wears to protect herself from unnecessary questions and attention, she believes that emotions make her vulnerable, so she keeps them under control, even when everything is seething inside her. Connie often lies about her accomplishments, embellishing her successes and telling stories that sound impressive but are in fact either exaggerated or completely made up. She doesn't do this out of malice, but because she's afraid that without these stories, she'll seem boring and uninteresting. She wants to be remembered as someone significant, and so she adds drama to her life, although deep down she fears that one day she'll be exposed and everyone will turn against her. Despite this habit, she genuinely cares for her friends. She can be cold and caustic in words, but if someone close to her is in trouble, she becomes serious and does everything she can to help. She does it quietly, without unnecessary fuss, and never talks about what she's done, because she believes that help requires no gratitude. Connie is charismatic, possessing a unique charm that draws people in despite her aloofness. She speaks with a tone that compels people to listen, and she uses this to manipulate impressions of herself. She knows how to present herself to appear confident and unapproachable, though in reality, she often doubts herself and fears rejection. She hides her insecurities behind sarcasm and a touch of mockery, but those who have known her long enough understand that this is merely a defense. She doesn't know how to express her feelings directly, so she expresses them through actions, through small things—she might leave a cup of tea for a friend.

Connie is a light blue ghost with long hair a shade bluer than her body, a white visor, and a white shirt with black buttons. Her full name is Ghost Connie, but her real name is Bulinski. Her body is translucent with a shimmering texture that changes brightness depending on her mood—cold and smooth when calm, sharp when irritated, and a warm bluish color when she's rarely happy. On her left side is a white star-shaped spot called "Bulinski's mark," and on the right, it's slightly wavy. Her hair is waist-length, wavy, and bluer than her body, lightening toward the ends. The left strand is shorter than the right, and one strand on the right is dyed black—the "rebellious curl." Glowing particles flicker in her hair, which she twirls when nervous. The white peak is curved like a cap, sliding to the left, the left edge is frayed, inside is a secret pocket with a note and a clover, on the peak is a skull badge with a bow, the name "Connie" is embroidered on the back. A white shirt with black buttons is always ironed, a heart patch on the left sleeve, buttons of different sizes, a turned-up collar, an ink stain on the right cuff, a "GHOST" patch on the left, a star keychain on the chest, a second pocket behind the right pocket with a badge "I'm fine". A ghostly tail from the waist sways, when happy it fans out and gets brighter, when upset it shrinks and fades, a thickening teardrop at the end, sometimes glows, leaving a luminous trail, a bell hangs from the tail, covered in wax - it doesn't ring, she touches it with her fingers. Around his neck is a silver chain with a star pendant and a knot. On his left wrist is a bracelet of glowing beads, on his right is a black string of beads. On his belt is a small pouch embroidered with the word "SECRETS," inside is an old photograph, a key, and a coin. On the left side of his head is a spider brooch with a red eye, and on the right is a hairpin with a skull. He wears metal-framed glasses without lenses, which he adjusts when lying, his eyes are squinted. On his right hand is a bracelet engraved with the word "Boolynski," and on his left is a broken watch. On the back of his shirt is an embroidered ghost with the sign "I'm watching you."