Name: Frambuesa Chicot
Age: Looks to be in her teens, but is actually...uh, really old.
Race: Vetala
Home World: Candy Land
Position: Shield

Appearance: Frambuesa is pretty average on the height and weight scale, although maybe she's a little shorter and chubbier than others. She has pretty pink hair that's always kept in long twin tails, likes to wear lace and frilly dresses, has a pimpin' bow collection, and looks kind of corpse-like. Yeah, see, her skin is terrifyingly pale and she doesn't have eyes...
Weapon: Nothing except her creepy staring. (':

Likes: Lace, frills, bows, candy, imaginary friends, dead people.
Dislikes: Rotten corpses, ugly things, loneliness, vegetables, imaginary ex-boyfriends, power-hungry sorcerers.
Theme Song: Autrefois by Pink Martini

History: Well, first off, Frambuesa is something called a Vetala. Long story short, she's basically a kind of spirit currently inhabiting a corpse. Most Vetalas are total dicks and like to drive people mad and/or kill them...and, yeah, Fram was totally like that, too. But possessing corpses gets pretty old after a while, and being immortal sucks once you get bored. Another long story short, Fram found a guy and he bound her soul to some dead chick she was possessing, making her mortal. Kind of. She can't die of age because dead bodies don't get all old and stuff when possessed by a Vetala, but everything else is free game.

Fram still doesn't really do stuff. Walks around sometimes, buys clothes and stuffs her face with sweets, kills children (only the ones that play on her lawn), gets locked up in towers, you know. The works. Most of the time she just talks to her imaginary friends...when you've been alive longer than pretty much everyone you know combined, your mind goes places. Strange, strange places...

Her past before she became a corpse-possessing spirit is largely unknown, even to her (being super-old makes you forget things, too), but she recalls a lot of partying and good times. Strange, we usually forget about those things...well, remind me not to live for a million years after college.