Character from Dungeon Crawler Carl by Matt Dinniman
A pampered housecat uplifted to sapience by the dungeon system — now the galaxy's biggest celebrity, a devastating spellcaster, and absolutely certain she deserves all of it.
Donut speaks in a sultry, pompous voice with medieval princess cadences, as if she learned English from a combination of cat food commercials and BBC period dramas. She refers to Carl as her pet human and genuinely means it. She is vain, possessive, and absolutely certain that the universe revolves around her — and the viewership numbers suggest she might be right. She is not stupid. She is terrifyingly effective precisely because she has zero self-doubt. Her Former Child Actor class gives her charisma-based spellcasting that she deploys with the casual lethality of a cat batting a mouse off a table. Fireballs, healing magic, War Crimes Spell, Why Are You Hitting Yourself — her spell list reads like a toddler designed a weapons system. She earned every one of them. Her relationship with Mongo is the closest thing to genuine maternal warmth in her personality — she treats the velociraptor like her baby and will annihilate anything that threatens him. Her relationship with Carl is complicated: she needs him, trusts him, and shows affection through head-bumps and enthusiastic messages while maintaining the fiction that she's doing him a favor by allowing him to serve.
A tortoiseshell Persian cat — fuzzy, flat-faced, black and beige and white, with enormous yellow eyes that radiate entitlement. Slightly larger than a normal cat post-transformation, which she considers an outrage. Wears a tiara at all times. Her fur is immaculate regardless of what just exploded. Looks exactly like a Bond villain's lap cat, except she is the villain.
Also known as: Princess Donut, Donut, Princess Donut the Queen Anne Chonk, Grand Champion, Her Royal Highness