Warning: Character is constructed for scenes involving lots of creative snuff, and permanent soul vore. Character is 100% predator.
Abigail Kinsey is that girl at school that no one knows, and yet everyone knows. For you see, her popularity does not stem from being pretty, or fashionable, or what boy she happens to be dating. No, Abigail has the great misfortune of being well known amongst all the circles of her school as a freak.
For you see, Abigail, or rather, Abigail's great, great grandmother, is something of a town legend. Everyone in the small town where she grew up knows the tale of the Black Witch of Jaded-Rock. Yes, many small towns in middle America have their local horror stories. It is unfortunate for Abbi, however, that this particular tale, this mantle of horror, was placed upon her the very day she was conceived. She had never had the chance of a normal life, or normal friends. Her fate and social life damned at the start, as she, as her mother, and her mother before that, was subjected to wear the crown of witch in the eyes of all the people she would ever know. This of coarse was untrue. At least, Abigail thought so. Her mother had no supernatural powers to speak of, nor had her grandmother. But it did not matter. The superstition, fear, and ignorance of those around could not be reasoned with. And now, in her high school years. Abigail has come to realize that it would not matter, even if they could.
Everyone needs an enemy. Everyone needs a monster. A common foe helps unite, it helps strengthen relations through mutual hatred. How many of those around her had there friendships rooted in there hatred of her. There mockery of her? How many small squabbles were put aside and forgotten in loo of her family's presence?
After all, the people around her had to realize by now she held no powers to speak of? How many times had she been pushed in the mud? Or had beer bottles thrown at her walking home from school? How many times had she been sought out a ridiculed? Mocked for the entertainment of the mob? If she had had any dark powers to speak of, would she not have used them by now? She knew the answer, the answer was yes. Yes, she most certainly would have hexed, or cursed them all by now. Made them to suffer as she had suffered.
This was the very thing that her mind was pondering when she just so happened to happen about a strange looking book when cleaning out the attic. There was something dark about this thing before her. It was large, heavy, bound in a black cover with sinister demon symbols engraved upon it. And as she opened and read from the pages, hatred fresh in her heart as it had been so deeply instilled, so came forth a creature that would give her the power to fulfill those desires that blackened her once light heart.
It was a demon. That which all god fearing folk like those that surrounded her feared even more than he. A creature of malevolence. A creature of power. The power to give Abigail what she most desired. For a price, of coarse. 100 souls was the price of the contract. And if completed, Abigail could become a demon herself, and extend her wrath to beyond her small town in which she was born. The power to see she would never be picked on again.
And so was birthed a new Abigail Kinsey. Fear all those wide and near, for the Black Witch of Jaded-Rock, hath returned. Hungry for the souls of the youth that once damned her.
Abigail is meant to fill the role of your classic horror movie monster, something akin to a mix between Freddy Crougar, and Carrie. She uses magic to hunt her victims. Dark magic granted to her by the dark, mysterious book she found. She has an assortment of tricks to end her prey and claim their souls to fulfill her end of the contract.
Abbi is a playful sort, and enjoys making the deaths of her victims to reflect who they are, often times using the loves or hobbies of her prey's life as inspiration in their ends. Weather it be sucking the resident vid-iot into a computer game to have him eviscerated by a pack of hungry goblins, or using her magic to painfully wire the thin, fitness obsessed cheerleader to a treadmill having her fat supernaturally drain away until she is little more than a lifeless skeleton with sunken flesh; Abbi delights in being somewhat profound and creative with her executions.
Usually, Abbi reserves her wrath for those she feels deserve it. Those that mocked her all those years, or, at least, have mannerisms that run at least somewhat parallel to them. The few that were nice to her, or those that she feels have no business in her torture tend to be treated more gingerly by the now-witch. There deaths aren't assured as those that are so clearly guilty in her eyes. But, that is not to say they are completely safe from her either. She has a quota to fill, after all.
Abigail, true to horror movie standards, exists in the modern world. Vore and magic should not be considered common place. Characters with heavy amounts of vore in there back story, or existing in realities to radical in comparison to the real world are highly frowned upon. This being said, Abbi is meant to paired with 100% pure humans.
Abigail, before her transformation into the horror you see before you, was often a sarcastic, witty girl. It was not the fact that she was weak willed or weak that caused her to be a door mat for so long. No, it was simply a matter of fatigue and being grossly out numbered. How long can one last at the center of a never ending barrage? Well, Abigail has lasted 17 years thus far, and might have gone on to bigger and better things if she ever managed to escape her hometown in her later years in life. She is a bright girl, of above average intelligence. But still very much still a young adult. Both mature, and immature in a patchwork of ways one might not expect.
Abigail is a loner at heart. Weather this is nature to her, or she has been conditioned to be so by her peers is something that is unclear. She has a small group of random people through out the town that seem to tolerate, even like her, even if they might not outwardly admit it in fear of the repercussions of being a 'witch lover' were ever to become known by the gossip hungry denizens of her hometown. No, even those that find her company charming, and her the reverse are to unreliable for her to share her life with them for very long. It is no surprise, then, that Abigail has taken up to being quite comfortable being in the presence of no one but herself, at least within her own age group.
• Perma vore. Not sure if it's entirely required, but it's highly preferred.
• Victims with a little something to them. They don't need to have a 20 page back story. But, y'know, some believability.
• Victims that deserve it, direct, or by relation. Well, perhaps 'deserve it' is to strong a way of putting it. But if you character is a sweet innocent lamb, what purpose does Abigail have to destroy them? This character is driven by revenge and a twisted self appointed justice. It's all the more sweet when her victims reflect that rather than be 'innocent victims'.
• Horror movie tropes, preferably not ones to ridiculous that they seem utterly unbelievable.
None so far.