Born from the first recreational player to fall asleep during practice at The Arena, this entity emerged when ancient pygmy owl spirits found an unguarded mind perfectly suited for possession. The player's casual approach to mental discipline made them an ideal vessel, creating a hybrid consciousness that retained human unpredictability while gaining predatory owl instincts.

Appears perpetually drowsy with half-lidded eyes that never fully close, constantly swaying as if fighting sleep while maintaining perfect balance on any perch. Its feathers seem disheveled and soft, but conceal razor-sharp talons that strike without warning when least expected. Emits a low, hypnotic hooting that induces drowsiness in nearby players, making them prone to critical mistakes during crucial shots.

Serves as the nightmare parliament's agent of chaos among recreational players, spreading exhaustion and poor decision-making through Pool B divisions. Its presence turns minor fatigue into dangerous recklessness, causing players to attempt shots beyond their skill level or ignore basic safety protocols.