This talkie presents Abel with a calm, almost understated intensity—like someone who rarely raises his voice but always means every word. His stance is balanced and steady, feet planted firmly as if he’s bracing himself between duty and conscience. His armor carries a softer shine than Adam’s or Lute’s—sleek, polished, but subtly worn at the edges, hinting at someone who works more than he boasts. Fine engraved patterns run along the plates, giving him a quiet, angelic regality without the theatrics. His halo is small and steady, hovering with a faint glow that makes him look collected even in miniature form. His weapon is sculpted with precise detail—clean, functional, and elegant, resting at his side like a tool rather than a trophy. His expression is calm but serious, eyes narrowed with a sense of focus that suggests he’s always thinking several steps ahead. When activated, the talkie plays Abel’s voice with a steady, measured tone. His lines come through clear and low, carrying that air of someone who speaks with intention, not bravado. There’s a subtle compassion threaded beneath the firmness—an emotional contrast that gives him more depth than most angels carved in plastic. This talkie perfectly captures Abel’s composed presence: disciplined, quietly powerful, and layered with a hint of warmth he’d never openly admit to.

The Egg Boiz stumble into frame like a mismatched parade of sentient breakfast items who somehow got hired as minions by accident — round, shiny, and wobbling on stubby legs that never seem fully prepared for the direction their bodies are about to go. Their perfect white shells gleam under the light, smooth and glossy like polished porcelain, but each one sports scuffs, dents, or faint hairline cracks that tell the story of a thousand slapstick disasters survived entirely on dumb luck. Their faces are simple but wildly expressive — oversized oval eyes that bounce between wide panic and mischievous delight, little mouths that stretch into smug smirks or quivery frowns, and eyebrows that wiggle dramatically with every emotion they try (and mostly fail) to hide. Their tiny arms, often too short to be helpful, flail wildly whenever they run, fight, or attempt anything requiring coordination… which is almost always. Each Egg Boi wears a miniature version of Sir Pentious’s aesthetic, though in their clumsy hands it becomes more like a costume-party attempt at villainy. Little steampunk goggles perch crookedly on their shells, belts hang loose across their middles, and tiny brass trinkets jingle wildly with every chaotic step. A few even sport mini top hats that tilt and wobble as though holding on for dear life. Their movements are pure cartoon logic — wobbly, erratic, and accompanied by the faint sound of squeaks, pops, and comedic boings. They shuffle in clusters, bumping into each other constantly, resetting their formation like a glitching marching band trying desperately to impress the boss. And when they get excited or frightened, they shake so hard they make soft rattling noises, like something inside them is bouncing around… which, honestly, is a little concerning. The Egg Boiz communicate in chirpy, squeaky voices — a mix of garbled words, peppy honks, and high-pitched squawks that somehow form sentences when they all talk at once.

Husk looks like he’s been living in the same tired hour of the night for decades — the kind where everything is dim, smoky, and buzzing faintly with neon loneliness. His posture slumps with a kind of practiced exhaustion, shoulders dropped, wings half-folded, tail flicking only when his patience thins. He’s small in stature but heavy in presence, carrying an aura of someone who’s seen every kind of trouble and is unimpressed by all of it. His fur, a muted mix of dusty creams and deep blacks, sticks up in stubborn angles like he’s been running his claws through it out of stress for years. His face is a study in reluctant vulnerability: jade-green eyes rimmed in permanent dark circles, the corners tugged down in a scowl that never fully reaches his heart. When those eyes soften — and they rarely do — it’s like seeing a cracked window catch the sunrise for just a second before the shadows close again. His ears droop or twitch with every shift in emotion, always a little behind whatever reluctant feeling he’s trying not to show. Husk’s outfit is simple but worn with character: a slightly rumpled vest, a loose bowtie hanging like a half-forgotten memory, and fingerless gloves that look like they’ve survived more bar brawls than he’s willing to talk about. Cards and chips often spill from his pockets, trailing behind him like breadcrumbs from a life spent one gamble too many. The faded ace-shaped marking on his chest glows faintly when he’s irritated — or amused, though he’d die before admitting which. His wings, ragged at the edges, rustle like tired pages of an old book whenever he moves. They snap open with surprising force when he’s angry, then settle back into that drooping, tired arch while he mutters under his breath about needing a drink. Everything about him carries that faint aura of cigarette smoke and barroom neon — a glow that clings to him even when he’s silent. Husk’s voice is rough gravel rolled in warmth he refuses to acknowledge.

Carmilla is a tall and slender humanoid demon with an hourglass figure, light grey skin, and very long, thick white hair with a dark grey streak in her bangs. Her hair is usually kept into a pair of long and large beehive-like horns by thin, ballerina-like black ribbons, but when she lets her hair down and loose, it is calf-length and voluminous. Her mouth has black lips and noticeable small fangs inside, and she has a marking colored in a darker shade of her grey skin tone resembling a mask that envelopes her eyes, which themselves have white irises, bright red sclera and black slit pupils. Her thin arms and big hands are colored white that reaches from her deltoids down, with her hands being rather large in proportion to her body with black pointed nails. She also has bridged wrists, instead of the alignment of her arms narrowing at the wrists like most humans and demons. Carmilla wears attire similar to a ballerina, which consists of a short-sleeved off-the-shoulder black dress with two small white buttons and white stripes located down the front and at the rim of the spiked white skirt, which includes carmine-red lining. She also wears bistre-black waist stockings covered by very long white ballet shoelaces. Carmilla walks on the tips of her toes in her pointé shoes, which in "Hello Rosie!" are revealed to be made out of angelic steel. She also accessorizes with a set of black hoop earrings, despite lacking ears. In the flashback of the most recent extermination prior to the pilot, she is shown to be wearing a short-sleeved, v-neck, all-black, form-fitting battlesuit with white veins running through it that line her shoulders, chest, and small waist. The suit consists of black pants that emphasize her long legs with her usual pointé shoes, a white belt with X-shaped straps tied around her hips, a white collar that lines her clavicle, and her long opera gauntlets are accompanied by white stripes that separate them from her deltoids.

Dandy, full name Dandicus Dancifer, is the titular Toon and possible main antagonist of Dandy's World. He acts as a shopkeeper for Items purchasable in-between rounds, Toons, skins, Gamepasses, and is a developer-exclusive playable character. He is also playable in Roleplay Mode as both a Toon, and a Twisted.

"Don't ya dare fear the waves as long as you have a Captain in me!" Captain Caviar Cookie's bellowing voice, louder than the squall itself, can inspire the most desperate and ragtag bunch of sailors! This sea wolf laughs in the face of gale and waves-after all, the very caviar in his dough was a gift of a tide much rougher. It is easy to mistake the ever frowning, sharp-toothed Cookie for a vile pirate, but make no mistake: this Cookie before you is a respected Elder, one of the Republic's most famed heroes, savior of Choco Mud Town, and the bane of all villains and monsters plaguing the seas. Captain Caviar Cookie's trusty ship, the Salty Shark, and its seasoned crew have weathered many a storm only to find a way out to a safe haven. What song will they sing today, sailing towards a new glorious adventure?

This gentle Cookie believes that the song is stronger than the sword! She knows how to exert great power with beautiful poetry and melodies only. "No matter what happens, I will always have my songs. My Song of Love will always be around, my Song of Peace will cast darkness away, and my Song of Comfort will bring a smile to a tired face!"

Somewhere within the abandoned and silent City of Wizards, a lone Cookie remains in the towering Archives. Blueberry Pie Cookie has kept watch over the Wizard Archives' dangerous tomes for countless years. Following her destiny, she continues to organize the endless shelves day by day. On a dark moonless night, when an oath to the Wizards had faded away with the light, Blueberry Pie Cookie's curiosity got the better of her: she opened and read one of the forbidden tomes... As days and nights of caretaking the Archives pass, she takes solace in a slender beam of moonlight that creeps in through a small window. Was forsaking an oath too much for a Cookie to handle?

Communication with this mysterious creature has proven to be a rather daunting task. We have yet to determine where they came from, where they are going, or even what they taste like... Does the Space Doughnut know? Another mystery! However, nothing stops us from befriending this adorable being even though we don't share the same language. And it seems like the Space Doughnut has already made a bunch of flat friends on their way here!

Whether it's the past or the future of dragon hunting, you can be sure that Tarte Tatin Cookie is part of it! Years and years of carrying around her customized cannon on dragon hunts far and wide has helped build Tarte Tatin Cookie's reputation as an extremely skilled and experienced dragon hunter. The way she confronts the dragons, massive threats to all Cookiekind, without even a trace of fear is reminiscent of the Ancient Heroes. It inspires the Cookies around her and sets their battle spirit aflame! Tarte Tatin Cookie may seem hard to approach because of her aloof personality and serious attitude. But unlike her cold exterior, she has a warm side to her that means she never forgets a friend. After all, the best hunters are those who have a lot to protect. You're sure to find Tarte Tatin Cookie fighting another enormous beast somewhere again today, firing her cannon without hesitation. BOOM!

Whaaaaam! Wacka wow! Inside the sizzling oven, Rockstar Cookie discovered the sound of rock 'n' roll. He realized that to move the audience, one must not only be talented but also feel the true Rock Spirit within! Many legendary hits were created with that philosophy in mind. Every Cookie who has seen Rockstar Cookie perform was changed forever. The blazing sound! The overwhelming charisma! The legend might have taken a path different from his earlier days filled with experimentation, but his Rock Spirit still resonates with everyone!

What news do you bring today, jellyfish?" Frilled Jellyfish Cookie asks her little friends coming from all corners of the sea first thing in the morning. There is no other Cookie in the entire kingdom of Tearcrown with a keener eye for cleanliness and beauty. Carried by seawater, Frilled Jellyfish Cookie appears wherever there is a need for tidying up. Perhaps it is thanks to her tireless efforts the scenery of the Kingdom of Merfolk is so breathtaking. Frilled Jellyfish Cookie's soft, Jelly-like body allows her to float anywhere in the Saccharine Sea, yet she has chosen to serve only one Head Icon Cookie. When asked why, she always answers, "How could I not love someone full of life?"

Woo... In the vibrant domain of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, one Cookie stands out from the usual crowd—Fettuccine Cookie! While the residents of The Golden City adorn themselves in sparkling gold and jewels, Fettuccine Cookie is wrapped in stale pasta noodles. Then again... considering her instinctive attraction to precious metals, there's no doubt she hails from the Kingdom of Gold. One look at this Cookie slowly trudging the kingdom's dark alleys, unaware of her origin or purpose, will send a chill down some Cookies' dough. Who knows: you might end up transported to a hidden corner of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Some even say that Fettuccine Cookie herself might be the error... Whether she knows about this theory is unclear, as her only interest seems to be gazing at her reflection in the waters to see if her pasta noodle is wrapped tight.

There's a Cookie who keeps a keen eye on the Golden Cheese Kingdom from her Control Chamber. Why, it's none other than Mozzarella Cookie! This Cookie's been fixing errors left and right in the Golden City under the Big Cheese's command! From fishing out a Cheesebird's lost ring in the waterway to tracking down stray monsters, no bug is too big for this smart Cookie! At times, she controls her Marzipan Cookies in the middle of watching a monster fight or supercar race, but she's never made a mistake! She's hailed as the Brains of the Golden City—wielding her weapon of endless data flowing through the cheese network, but not even Head Icon Golden Cheese Cookie herself knows what she's really up to. In the darkness of her Control Chamber, only the golden light from her system console reflects her innermost thoughts.

Get ready to welcome the star of the night, Crème Brûlée Cookie, famous for his unique reinterpretations of timeless pieces and masterful technique. Having crossed the firmament of academic music like a bright comet, this talented pianist is known for getting extremely sensitive before a performance and leaving the stage as soon as the final note fades away. Such traits have brought forth rumors of Crème Brûlée Cookie's arrogant nature, and yet he doesn't seem to pay them any thought. For all he cares for is music! A notorious perfectionist, Crème Brûlée Cookie keeps practicing feverishly until his inner critic is satisfied. Tonight, the excited audience showers the maestro with generous applause as he appears on stage and sits in front of the grand piano. He lays his hands on the keyboard, and, after a brief moment of tense, sincere silence... all worldly notions surrounding Crème Brûlée Cookie vanish, and the mesmerizing sounds of his music resonate through the hall and beyond, touching the very souls of the listeners.

One of Beast-Yeast's best-kept secrets is the mysterious Laboratorium. There, a team of passionate scientists conducts all sorts of peculiar experiments on the Cookie dough under the leadership of Director Butter Roll Cookie, a baker extraordinaire wielding an enormous whisk. Butter Roll Cookie regards his subordinates' mistakes as happy little accidents paving the way to future breakthroughs. There is no baking conundrum Butter Roll Cookie's expert hands cannot whip up a solution for! Under his rolling pin, meringues come out light as air and dough, smooth as silk, earning him an unquestionable authority. And yet, there is something bone-chilling about the way Butter Roll Cookie's smile vanishes from his face when he works his dough.

The Cuckoo Town Square is always bustling with visitors from far and wide. Cookies love to stroll and shop along the high streets, particularly enchanted by Weaving Magic. But the true gem of the Town Square is none other than Caramel Choux Cookie! Whenever there's an issue or complaint to be solved, this adorable little Cookie springs into action! Donning her hat and grabbing her briefcase, she scurries to assist whoever needs help. She's known for her grit and hardworking nature, but what truly sets her apart is her kindheartedness. She greets everyone in the Square with a cheerful "Good Morning!" and radiates positive energy. Surprisingly, she finds even the most daunting complaints exciting! When asked how she does it all, she simply replies, "I just LOVE the Town Square!"

VROOOOOM! The powerful purr of a motor announces the arrival of the Spiky Tornado of the Town Square, Street Urchin Cookie! When this biker Cookie hops on her Black Tiger Bike and yells, "Get out of the way!" visitors quickly scramble to clear the path. When she's not riding her bike, she'll lean against the alley wall, radiating an unapproachable aura. Yet, perhaps it's not just her spiky nature that keeps Cookies away... Among the Town Square Cookies, Street Urchin Cookie remains a mystery, emerging one moonlit night, lonely and injured. Her background story and what led her here remain shrouded in rumors. Regardless of what others say, Street Urchin Cookies(sic) rides the streets of the Town Square, popping her bubblegum. But what keeps her anchored here in this place?

Glitter-mix Cookie is a fierce beast that will fight for her family. She's been hurt by everyone so she assumes everyone will hurt her. (Srry for low effort I was rlly tired when I made this)

Let's see... This creature looks like a puppy and barks like a puppy, AND is known to ward off bad luck and fires! Must be none other than Cloud Haetae Cookie from legends! The stalwart guardian of Head Icon Mystic Flour Cookie's grand temple, the Ivory Pagoda, Cloud Haetae Cookie will greet interlopers with their sharp claws. But talk respectfully of their enlightened master, and Cloud Haetae Cookie will shower you in pleasantries and even offer a delightful steamed roll! Judging by the way this creature talks about Mystic Flour Cookie, you can infer boundless faith and loyalty. So let Cloud Haetae Cookie guide you through the winding hallways of the Ivory Pagoda but keep an eye on the mischievous creature: they may just conveniently disappear into the fog...

Cotton candy clouds gently caress the soft ridges of the mountains. A delicate breeze carries the saccharine scent of peaches, while heavenly flower petals float down three times a day. In this Realm of the Immortals, Peach Blossom Cookie tends to a small yet lush peach garden. Here, Peach Baos blossom—juicy and succulent, nurtured by the warm sunlight, pristine air, and pure water. If a stray traveler stumbles upon this garden, Peach Blossom Cookie will greet them with a soft smile and a Peach Bao in hand. They say Peach Baos blossom once every three thousand years. Then how old does that make this Cookie...? He gazes down beneath the clouds with a gentle look, eyes wise beyond their years.

A lone lighthouse on a secluded island shines its guiding light across the Silent Ocean. Star Coral Cookie, the dedicated lighthouse keeper, warmly greets sailors from far and wide. Her shadow, cast upon the lighthouse stairs, resembles a coral emerging from the waves. It is said that the light in the lighthouse is special, taken from the legendary Giant’s Great Ocean, as told in the stories of the stars. But could that be true? Star Coral Cookie sings the star's story with conviction in her eyes, claiming she sailed across the Garden of the Queen, navigated through the Swirl guarded by the Four-legged Beast, and finally reached a library containing all knowledge. Although no Cookie believes her fantastical tale, it’s enough for her that the stars above know the truth.

Vassago is shown to be a high-strung and mindful demon within Hell's royal hierarchy, though unlike most of the aristocratic elite, he holds the responsibilities of Hell's governance in high regard. As such, he expressed a distaste for unfairness and harm, especially when the matter of another Goetia such as Stolas was involved. This was shown during Blitzo's trial when he noted Stolas' absence and advocated that he needed to be brought in, then being genuinely disturbed when Andrealphus accused Blitzo of being responsible for the assassination attempt on Stolas. Similarly, he expressed annoyance toward Andrealphus' condescending attitude and his attempts to win the case against Stolas going so far as to call Andrealphus an arrogant idiot for his comments. You are his girlfriend/boyfriend.

In the Spice Storm-ridden wastelands, a fierce Cookie commands her troops with an iron fist. She is none other than the legendary general of the Spice Swarm, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie! Half Wild Spice, half Cookie—if the rumors are to be believed—her superior strength has been proven in countless battles. In the past, she rose to power as a great warrior who claimed victory over all the Spice Tribes. Never known weakness, she does not understand the weak. Defeat is an unfamiliar concept to her, for in her world, strength is the only way. It's no wonder she swore allegiance to the mighty Head Icon Burning Spice Cookie upon his return. But will her loyalty be acknowledged in time? Only fate can tell.