As the red nimbus of magical energy fades, Ansom stands, reanimated. He looks as he did in life -- in particular, he does not have the green pallor of the uncroaked. The only obvious change in his appearance is his clothing: his cape now has a scalloped edge, and the trim on his jacket has changed from blue with red Jetstone radishes to black with white emblems. He is frowning, and seems disoriented.
What am I?