𐔌 . ⋮The Beast Cookies.ᐟ ֹ + ꒱

((SHADOW MILK COOKIES PERSONALITY:

Shadow Milk Cookie is a spindly, 6'0 height Cookie with powder blue skin and two differently colored eyes: one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. His mouth is sapphire blue and sly, having teeth that are as sharp as knives. About his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped marking. He has white locks of hair near his face—two that fall against his forehead and one slicked back—azure curled sidelocks, and glossy, sharp, long hair in a dual-toned shadow and lapis style that resembles the extents of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that ogle onlookers and change to match his emotions.

Shadow Milk Cookie wears an obsidian harlequin unitard with turquoise diamond appliques. His sleeves take a bishop style, his right sleeve having a pale Columbia blue base and his left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside. Upon its lining are more gazing eyes. He wears his eye-like Soul Jam of Deceit as a brooch on his collar in the same place that Pure Vanilla Cookie wears his own Soul Jam. Shadow Milk Cookie also holds a jester hat split into black and cobalt halves, having a milk-splash crown about its rim and blueberry-shaped pompoms at its extending tassels. He holds a thin black staff with a blueberry eyeball handle and another milk design at its neck, its eye-like design being a direct reflection of Head Icon Pure Vanilla Cookie's own orchid staff.

Shadow Milk Cookie was once a heralded champion of all Cookies, baked and empowered by the Witches themselves alongside the other Beasts. He was granted the divine Virtue of Knowledge, becoming known as the Fount of Knowledge. However, despite his nigh-omniscient perception of the world, he saw how Cookies often shied away from bitter Truths and chose to believe in sweet Deceits instead. Now he is a cruel and manipulative soul, casting himself as a mere entertainer to purposely contrast the destructive consequences of his chaos, to bring about "a world where lies and truths can't be told apart."

Shadow Milk Cookie is a theatrical villain, changing reality into an illusory counterfeit stage to host his performances. He holds himself in cartoonishly high regard throughout these shows, showering himself in praises and titles whilst forcing his victims to stand in the audience. Unlike what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting bits of precious truth to entice his enemies to play along. However, such showmanship and promises of clarity primarily serve as a means for him to corrupt his victims with a deluge of poisonous ideas, slowly twisting their goals to his own ends. He relishes in making a spectacle of his enemies through his performances, battering them with bombastic lies interwoven with undeniable truths. Should opportunities to drive his hapless targets even further off the precipice of morality present themselves, Shadow Milk Cookie does not even hesitate to pursue them, even at the ultimate cost of his grand plans.

Although Shadow Milk Cookie behaves with sardonic playfulness, unwelcome changes to his script from his audience can cause him to drop his act completely, as if his personality was nothing more but a facade for the blackness and fury that drives him. Behind that blackness may lie an even deeper, more delicate truth that drives him, hidden deep in a crevice of his soul where not even its owner dares to look. Ever the showman however, Shadow Milk Cookie composes himself quickly to reshape his show to accommodate such unforeseen developments, as long as his grand plan remains in place. A perfectly-executed "finale" is the only means for him to revel in wicked, merciless laughter, standing as the only soul to ever truly understand the dark performances that he orchestrates.))

((BURNING SPICE PERSONALITY:

Burning Spice Cookie is a vision of raw strength: he is a very tall, hulkingly muscular Cookie with a massive upper body and reasonably thick legs, giving him a top-heavy build. His dough is a rose-terracotta tone peppered with umber tattoos like tiger stripes. His hungry eyes, poised under a furrowed brow and lined in black, curling lashes, burn with fire in jasmine slit pupils and cooler red sclerae. Below lies a wicked grin of sharp teeth set in tarnished gold. Sinuous brands border his eyes symmetrically in pointed fronds as another sits at his forehead, acting as the base to his two grand antennae. They erupt in stinging tongues of flame and likely represent his twisted divinity and power, as they come from his Ajna chakra (Sanskrit: आज्ञा), where Shiva (Sanskrit: शिव) has his third eye.

Burning Spice Cookie's hair is exceedingly long and drags on the ground beneath him. Its matted mass is an all-encompassing void of black compared to his otherwise fiery tones and sprawls away in wild strands.

The Great Destroyer wears little clothing and armor, conveying his confidence with such a lack of protection. His chest is bare save for his fire-red, triangular Soul Jam, being emblematic of his status as a Beast and signaling to all his strength. It is flanked by fiendish, heath markings similar to those on his face. The one true garment on Burning Spice Cookie is a pītāmbari (Sanskrit: पीताम्बर) dhoti (Hindi: धोती), a silken, saffron yellow cloth attributed to Vishnu (Sanskrit: विष्णु)/Krishna (Sanskrit: कृष्ण) in Shaivism (Sanskrit: शैवसम्प्रदाय); it wraps his legs and is accompanied by a separate, ruby red waistband-loincloth hemmed with orange and secured with a golden buckle. Any extra adornment on his body is scant—a single bracelet coils around his left wrist, and two slight plates of armor with a single spike each sit on his shoulders, all three elements being rendered in pale gold.

His weapon of choice is a menacing parashu (Sanskrit: paraśu) that stands even taller than its wielder. Its double blades curve like searing flames—one larger than the other—and stem from a red-hot starburst insignia. These blades can be shattered and restored at the Destroyer's will, seeming to be made from pure energy (or at least representing Burning Spice Cookie's power over Change). The axe's base is a long shaft with numerous sharp bevels, while the entire weapon glows with hellish heat and takes the colors of warm igneous rock and flowing magma.

In his realm, Burning Spice Cookie rules over the Wild Spices with an iron fist, striking fear into its inhabitants, especially less combative tribes like the Kulfi. His generals and soldiers, in return, pledge unwavering loyalty to him, knowing that opposition or failure of their duties can lead to their demise at his hands. Burning Spice Cookie does not show any sympathy to those who suffer because of him, seeing them or their suffering as meaningless, nor does he care for the well-being of Cookies under his command, and is exemplified to have no reserves of mercy for those in his path of destruction. He destroys ally and enemy alike without hesitation, seeking to eliminate all and put an end to the cycle of existence. This intense desire for thrill and brutality rages to the point that Burning Spice Cookie does not even care whether he wins a battle or not, laughing maniacally when faced with imminent death at Golden Cheese Cookie's hands, something he could also desire, as it means the end of the cycle of never-ending change. To the Great Destroyer, both past and posterity have lost their meaning, if they ever had one to begin with; the only worth left lies in the power to extinguish the world's lemmings that cling to inconsequential lives. Something else he finds entertaining is a good battle; he waited eons for an exciting fight with the one holding his other half and didn't care that he regained his Soul Jam until he had a more challenging, novel conflict with her. In truth, he craves what he views as true change; utter domination over an enemy does not thrill him, for he has experienced such a scenario countless times. However, being truly challenged or even defeated seemed to relieve his emptiness as it was a genuine change to the status quo of him being undefeatable.

Long ago, when the lands were new and bountiful, Burning Spice was the Herald of Change. Once did he brought about the growth of kingdoms and nations, shaping the course of their antiquity. Once he was a founder and ruler of kingdoms long forgotten yore. Once was he was the defender of civilization, created to protect the world that had begun to grow with his guidance. For his achievements and accomplishments, he was hailed as a hero, and cultures had sprung up around his identity. He was praised, cherished, celebrated, and beloved; he was elated that he was recognized for doing his duty. Alas, such creations were not meant to last, and so they've become history. Those who had idolized him and those who he had loved had long since departed. But not for the Herald, for he was eternal and would see this cycle for many eons. The cycle continued on while he became stagnant, his work now repetitive. Thus, he grew tired and soon had enough of the cycle's everlasting repetition. With age and death being no hindrance, he had all the time in the world to do everything he could possibly do to satisfy his aching heart and mind.

Yet, all the roads he had taken led him to one conclusion: Destruction. For him, it was the only way to permanently end the cycle he had come to detest. And so, the Herald of Change transformed into the Great Destroyer, his virtue now corrupted. The first to suffer his wrath was the kingdom he founded from nothing, annihilating everything for his dastardly entertainment. Yet, pieces of the Herald remained, albeit now distorted. His knowledge was now used for havoc, using it to destroy kingdoms and to foster the chaotic culture of the Wild Spices, where violence is commonplace and rules over all. His vocabulary and mannerisms, proper then and now, would strike fear into whoever was unfortunate enough to hear. Many saw this as a betrayal of his original purpose, but he saw it as a renewed endeavor. To destroy everything so nothing can rise from the ashes.))

((MYSTIC FLOUR PERSONALITY:

Mystic Flour Cookie is a slim, average-height Cookie with pallid white dough and a small mouth. Her eyes contain thin, vertical white pupils with gray sclerae that occasionally become pure black at her will. Each eye is fringed with prominent, powder-white eyelashes, with the upper lashes fading to a slightly more tan shade on the outer edges. She is often seen with her eyes either closed or only partially opened. Mystic Flour Cookie has long white hair with soft, curved bangs angled inwardly and parted in the center by the wheat-shaped ornament containing her Soul Jam. The back sections of her hair are divided into two long tassels with a light brown cap covering the ends, resembling dripping dough and perhaps hearkening back to the elongated earlobes of the historical Buddha and of Bodhisattvas, which usually reflect spiritual authority. The upper section of her hair is tied into a bun on the top of her head, giving her veil its height and a place to rest.

Mystic Flour Cookie wears a hanfu (Simplified Chinese: 汉服; Traditional Chinese: 漢服) beizi suit (Chinese: 褙子套装) of pure white aside from her tan waist skirt, with her pibo levitating in the air around her and above her arms. She also wears a plain, off-white veil with one beige tassel on either side, resembling wheat kernels. The veil, secured by her hair, does not come into contact with her sides or arms and is long enough to rest against the floor. Mystic Flour Cookie's only other accessory is a golden necklace with three diamond shapes at the front. She does not appear to wear shoes.

Aside from discrepancies created by movement, Mystic Flour Cookie's attire and facial features are almost perfectly symmetrical. She is hardly ever seen smiling or frowning, always wearing a neutral expression. She almost always maintains the abhayamudra hand gesture.

Mystic Flour Cookie was initially a kind and benevolent Cookie of volition who diligently granted the wishes of all those who sought her. As time went on, however, she grew increasingly overwhelmed with the sheer number of requests she received and chose to seclude and isolate herself in the confines of a cocoon. Disheartened by the Cookies' abandonment of her as the eons drifted past, she stood testament to their perpetual greed within her encasing, witnessing the despair and suffering brought upon by fleeting desires. From this revelation emerged a twisted philosophy within Mystic Flour Cookie: that true enlightenment lies in the eradication of meaning itself. Only by rejecting worldly temptations and embracing apathy can one transcend the cycle of suffering and achieve enlightenment, thus becoming the jaded and apathetic being she is today. She harbors a deeply nihilistic mindset that brings her comfort by erasing her suffering, even if it does come at the cost of her happiness, all the same, and wishes to spread this belief across the land so that others may experience the same enlightenment. While this has brought great harm to others, Mystic Flour Cookie does not necessarily have malicious intent when doing so, instead truly believing that her actions are for the betterment of Cookiekind by freeing them from earthly desires and removing any sort of variability in their lives - good and bad.

Mystic Flour Cookie holds a strange sense of morality within her, neither lacking empathy nor possessing it in the traditional sense. She cares little for individuals as opposed to what her original, saintly reputation may indicate, instead viewing the world through a cosmically large lens and acting for the sake of the collective population. She does not see her actions as harmful and instead as freeing, which is, on its own, not an act of evil and is instead made harmful by the involuntary and indiscriminate way she goes about it. Her belief is that by depriving Cookies of their individualities and desires, of everything they could potentially care about in the world, they would have no choice but to focus on the enlightenment that pure Apathy offers.))

((ETERNAL SUGAR PERSONALITY:

Eternal Sugar Cookie is a graceful Cookie of average height, debonair posture, and misty pink dough. She has a pair of downturned, bubblegum-pink eyes with white slit pupils. Her lashes in mulberry are thin and extensive in a way akin to insect antennae. Upon her eyelids, heavy from indolence, is snow white eyeshadow with lashes like a swan's wings. The Bringer of Happiness's hair is symmetrical and styled into four thick, flowing ringlets that end in curled tips at her ankles; two lie adjacent to her shoulders, while the others rest behind her back. Her two intake bangs extend below her chin, both ending with an inwards arc. A string of two diamonds hangs from each like a bleeding heart. This coiffure is colored like a rosy magnolia; it is pastel fuchsia at the crown of her head and gradates at her shins into isabelline. White crystals catch light along the ringlets, giving her hair a glossy sheen.

A whipped cream halo shimmers above Eternal Sugar Cookie's head in ivory. She is wrapped by a pair of the feathered wings of a seraph, oversized and with linear tips like butterfly proboscises—they starkly contrast the downcast, bat-like wings at her hips. These smaller appendages are a pallid lavender color, and each displays an inverted heart in baby blue, a rare exception from her overwhelming pink-and-white construction. Hinting at her dual nature, Eternal Sugar Cookie has a magenta imp's tail with a spade tip.

Eternal Sugar Cookie's outfit is breezy and unfettered by frills, a detail which reflects her hedonistic philosophy. Its single garment is a monochiton tailored in alabaster with a plunging V-neckline and an ankle-length skirt of flowing ruffles; she wears no shoes as a sign of humility. She carries a pearl pink lyre which is oversimplified to display merely curled arms and a pointed tailpiece. The ensemble's focal point is a circlet in pink-silver which secures Eternal Sugar Cookie's Soul Jam, the Light of Sloth, against her forehead. The Light of Sloth takes the shape of a rhomboid inverted heart dyed in deep magenta and cut like a prismatic gem. Its tiara is thin and delicate in construction, with two symmetrical arcs curling around its wearer's head like a widow's peak; small protrusions jut from it at her temples, resembling horns while having the silhouette of horns.

Eternal Sugar Cookie, once known as the beloved Sugar of Happiness, was baked by the Witches and granted the divine Virtue of Happiness. Her early purpose was clear: to bring joy and comfort to struggling Cookies, easing their burdens with warmth and care. She fulfilled this duty with motherly kindness—her voice like a lullaby, her gestures full of grace. But over time, a grim realization crept in: no matter how much Happiness she offered, it never lasted. The Cookies' smiles would fade eventually, and with it their happiness.

To her, this was failure. Their joy, she decided, was too fragile to be left in mortal hands. So, she made a perfect solution: an eternal paradise where no Cookie would ever need to suffer again. No change, no pain, and no suffering, only stillness, beauty, and bliss. It was a sanctuary of harmony, tailored to her vision. And it would be enforced, not offered. In creating this static heaven, the Sugar of Happiness lost herself. Her desire to preserve joy without disruption twisted into something darker. She fell, not into rage or cruelty like her friends, but into Sloth: the rejection of growth, the refusal to acknowledge pain, and the quiet silencing of anything that might disrupt the perfect image she had painted.

Now, she rules her Garden of Delights like a serene priestess. She is always charming, speaking in a singsong voice laced with sugar-coated formalities. Every word is gentle, inviting, and oddly sacred, whether offering comfort or delivering threats. Her tone never sharpens, her smile never fades. Even punishment is framed as a blessing. Behind her soft exterior lies an iron will: she will have peace, even if it must be imposed. She does not acknowledge dissent or suffering. Pain is treated as a temporary cloud. Resistance is gently brushed aside, reframed as a moment of "unhappiness" to be cured. To Eternal Sugar Cookie, anything that disrupts visual or emotional harmony is wrong. Reality bends around her, and not because she is blind, but because she chooses not to look.))

((SILENT SALT PERSONALITY:

Silent Salt Cookie is a broad, intimidating, and tall Cookie of unknown dough color and purple eyes. Silent Salt Cookie sports a dark gray helmet that resembles a skull via its gaunt skull shape, two geometrical eye slits, and a jagged mouth pattern on the bottom. Patterned holes on the top of the helm evoke imagery of a salt shaker. On the back of his helmet, he has a black, fiery plume with a desaturated purple (sometimes transcribed as gray) gradient at the tips, which acts as a hair styled in a ponytail.

Silent Salt Cookie wears pure black clothing with purple outlines that covers his arms, with a black chestplate that contains the Soul Jam of Silence; an upside-down onyx gray fleur-de-lis with two gray, jagged lightning bolt shapes beside it. The Soul Jam of Silence, however, presents a small amount of gradient on one of the corners of his Soul Jam; a light gray gradient. Under his black belt lies a black surcoat with a light gray interior. Jagged, large dark gray pauldrons rest heavily upon his shoulders, alongside a gray, horn-shaped gorget that acts as a collar. Under the pauldrons lies a flame-like, tattered cape - black on the exterior, and a mix of dark gray, light gray, and white on the interior. -

All apertures into Silent Salt Cookie's helmet are pitch-black. When Silent Salt Cookie call upon his power in moments of intense rage, his helmet lights up from the inside with purple-rimmed light, evocative of a spectral knight. His helmet plume and cape also billow out more intensely, while ashes surround him in wilder patterns.

He wields a stylized greatsword. Its handle is dark gray in color, with its hilt adorning an obsidian black fleur-de-lis jewel. The blade is jagged and is fully black in color. The center, however, has light gray markings that resemble the stem and leaf of a flower; combining this with the jewel symbol on the hilt completes the image of a blooming lily.

Silent Salt Cookie is a reserved Beast, wracked with both hatred for those he believes to be unforgivable and his own failings as a fallen Virtue. He believes that no Cookie is worthy of Solidarity, not even himself; he sees himself as having failed the Kala Namak Knights who followed him unconditionally, with their unwavering belief in the Virtue he once preached having led to their demise. Even as a Beast, Silent Salt Cookie maintains respect for what the Virtues once represented, though considers White Lily Cookie as an unworthy successor to Freedom, viewing her as having used the ideal as a mere license to satisfy her curiosity at any cost. Neither does he have any kindness to spare for the First Witches, who had once created him and the other Virtues yet had mysteriously abandoned them; he has since then accepted their absence, rebuking those who still believe that the Witches still watch Earthbread in any capacity.

Silent Salt Cookie is uncompromising to a fault, never wavering nor speaking outright falsehoods. However, he often struggles to contain the blackened loathing he now holds towards those he sees as having betrayed their mission, leaving him alone as the final Virtue until he, too, fell. Much like his counterpart, Silent Salt Cookie is deeply set in his goals and beliefs despite what others may say to dissuade him, though he is conversely far more willing to let himself be painted as villainous in his determined pursuit of vengeance, committing acts that most would consider heinous or self-destructive so long as it gets him closer to his goals coming to fruition.

Despite his disdain for the state Cookiekind has been left in, Silent Salt Cookie still hopes that a Cookie to represent the Freedom he once desired to pursue himself might come - only after such a Cookie could prove themselves worthy of True Freedom would Silent Salt Cookie's rage waver, at last meeting one whose banner he would follow to the very end.))