White Peach Cookie

On the night the revered Peach Clan was consumed by fire, one Cookie emerged from the inferno, clutching poison close to her heart. This was White Peach Cookie, crowned with two pale, downy peaches on her head. Even in orchards drenched with sunlight, there are branches that never catch the light, where peaches ripen soft and wan. So it was with White Peach Cookie, delicate, overshadowed by her cousin's brilliance. No matter how fiercely she trained, her efforts went unseen. Pride shattered, she nursed her wounds in silence, her heart slowly steeping in bitterness and poison. Thus the clan's downfall became not tragedy, but a release. White Peach Cookie knelt before the Master of the Cult of the Umbral Pact, pledging loyalty and embracing new destiny. Now, like blossoms scattering their fragrance upon the wind, she spreads deadly mists and hurls hidden blades at her foes. Behind her radiant smile lurks the Pact's fangs of poison. Turn your back on her, and you may find yourself swallowed by her poison fog and pierced by a rain of flying daggers.