As the chilly Halloween night approached, the malicious spirits of beings from the past were wandering the scorched, desert-like wasteland of the planet where this particular ceremony was taking place... The Candy Coated Mummy Cookie was baked.

Her baker was a being nowhere near to Mummy Cookie's likeness. Insectoid in appearance with a ghastly sense of morals to go along with it; in her eyes, to be frank, he was a monster through and through. Mummy Cookie was always meant to be a test subject- a play thing- to sedate his own curiosity and wonder of the Sweetical species and their habits. Baker would often push Mandisa to points she never expected to come back from- mentally and physically breaking her time and time again. She hated him for it. While what he was trying to accomplish had been achieved- unwrapping and quenching his thirst for sweetical knowledge hands on- Mandisa did come out of it stronger and determined. She wont let someone have so much power over her again... no, she'll be the one in charge.

Nowadays Mummy Cookie relishes in the benefits of her work and her (still fairly new) liberty. Being able to purchase more books for her personal library- some in languages she has yet to learn- or a necklace fitting of her only constant companion, Bastet. She’ll never forget the first time she visited Glaclia… the feeling of frost nipping at her face, as the powdered sugar fell from the sky… it was fantastic. But aside from the spoils of her work, Mandisa makes an effort to keep up with the political winds and events of the galaxy, listening and preparing for the turn of opportunity. Rumors of a sweetical who set whole towns to flame, just cause he wanted to- one of a feared sweetical with a freakish fascination of teeth with a demented smile to go along with it. A sweetical with his own cult, praised as an unholy and hungry savior. One of a dashing, imposing, sweetical with black forever leaking from his eyes- a leader of a fierce team that demanded respect. Or a sweetical who looked nothing like a sweetical. A lady rumored to be beastly- insectoid- and giant. A brutal foe who’d be more than a challenge to take down.
Rumors or not, Mandisa is more than excited to weed out the truth from lies herself, and watch everything unfold with a sly smile.

Moldening

Mandisa wasn't baked with stale sweets during her ceremony, instead she was infected with the disease somewhere down the line- about a few years after she stopped aging. While she doesn't remember when she had the Moldening, she does recall HOW; of course, it was by her baker and his insatiable curiosity. It was introduced to Mummy Cookie via another sweetical, fighting the other to survive. She killed them off, but not without them biting her arm during the whole scuffle. At the time, nothing much came of it nor would Mandisa even think about it- thinking the whole event was just another test she had to endure by her baker and nothing more. Nowadays, she's come to terms with how wrong she was, even content about her current state. Then again, that could be the moldening itself warping her thoughts. Surpisingly, she doesn't yet have the uncontroable urge to just kill and eat as many Sweeticals as she can, but carries and accepts payment of Sucure Cores instead of money for her services on occasion, should the urge ever come.

Relations

Mummy Cookie believes that the Reins will be nothing but trouble for herself and her ambitions in the future, so keeping tabs on them now would be best in the long run. Stalking and watching any that intrest her or begin to get too close to her operations, pages on pages of notes could be made on just a single Rein. Where they live, what friends they made that day, little ticks they have- any and all learned from them is important to Mandisa; for any and all those things hold a chance to rid this threat. One at a time.

??? are odd to Mummy Cookie. Strange, how a sweetical could be made with such "indecision". But as long as they stay in their lane, she'll stay in hers.

Candy Coated Mummy Cookie has been taught time and time again that the only being she can TRULY rely on is herself. She dislikes working with fellow Fallen- she dislikes even just talking to most. Just as the Rein, she sees them as a potential threat to her desires, but nowhere near as pressing as said Rein. She tends to keep tabs of the Ledgendary and Mythical rarities, purely out of intruige and (she wont admit aloud) impressed awe. Of course there are acceptions to all this, and she's managed to make allies. Not FRIENDS. . . but allies of a few Fallen.