>what is she
Blanche is a Cait Si (kat-shee), one of the tribes of the Aos Si (ay-os-shee), who are collectively a group of impish, magical people who mostly resemble critters, namely dogs, cats (that's her), foxes, rabbits, with the fifth tribe called 'elves' and having pointy ears that come out the sides of their heads (gasp, how strange!)
I'm aware that I'm just stealing Irish words and using them fur fruity little lore things. They just sound cool, okay?! I'm cringe and I'm proud!!
>what's her deal
Despite her impish, rail-thin figure, she is 36 years old. She has spent about 26 of those years as the 'daughter' (read: kidnapped and brainwashed pawn) of a wicked sorcerer, living in a lavish subterranean estate constructed at the bottom of his dungeon. Her purpose is to act like a security system fur her 'papa's' dungeon, bewildering and terrifying intruders and snooping on his slaves, soldiers, and subjects to make sure everyone is in complete obeisance, even behind closed doors.
Her very soul is contracted to a viciously misanthropic dark fae known only as 'Jack', with most of his essence sealed in that sneering patchwork cat. He holds countless subcontracts with lesser fae, who act as Blanche's servants. Many of them possess dolls, or discarded toys. The reason her 'papa' doesn't just make a contract with 'Jack' himself is because that puts him on the hook fur a lot of things he'd rather not be, so Blanche is his proxy.
>fun facts
Blanche isn't even her real name.
Her hobby is gunsmithing, which she secretly enjoys because it makes her feel more adult. She's not a very good shot though, and her wimpy muscles become sore from the strain of recoil easily.
Her actual speaking voice is very sultry, husky, and deep, but she strains constantly to sound squeaky and adorable.
Blanche's magical specialization is known as 'Red Thread Cat's Cradle', involving the manipulation of string, rope, and other cordage to entrap, spiritually possess, or physically throttle victims. She can also create different 'figures' in cat's cradle to inflict hexes on victims she can see through the strings.
She has a shameful (and perverse) crush on her 'papa's' arch-enemy, a horrifying chimera that vengefully terrorizes her adoptive father's furces and incessantly delays his schemes.
She likes to drink milk.
The white patches of fur are unnatural to her species; such discoloration is a symptom of scars that linger on her very soul.
She is only 4 feet and 4 inches tall, which is above average fur females of her species.