Only the most beautiful sixties model, muse of George Harrison and Eric Clapton, had two of the greatest love songs of our time written about her "Something";"Layla" and overall sweetheart.

Dammit. Why can't we all be so lucky?

Someone who is possessed by clout chasing. The original human is now gone and a demonic entity that feeds on clout is all that is left. An empty shell with no control of their actions, forced to blindly react to situations they think will bring them attention.