Mab

Current Height: 15.9"
Loss factor: 15%


Vital Stats:
Full name: Mabilia Hir Sacerda
Age: 19
Birthday: May 19
Hometown: Swansea, Wales
Hair: Black
Eyes: Pale green
Skin: Fair, w/freckles
Bust: D, +/- a bit depending on height.
Clothing: Variable, usually skirts. Due to her size dropping, these are usually sundresses owing to Mab being limited to children's clothes.


So, I'm sure like most humans, you're curious about those little lines about height and factors up there, right? Well... that will be explained in due time. But first, a story!
Mabilia Sacerda (Mab, to her friends, who don't seem to see any problem calling her by same name as the famous bride of Lir) lived a fairly normal, if happier than some, life for most of her childhood. She was born, grew up with both parents and the stereotypically Celtic family of about ten brothers and sisters (she being the eldest), went to school, helped the various ghosts seeming to always be prevalent along the Welsh countryside...
Oh, yes, did we neglect to mention? The "fairly" part of "fairly normal" in Mab's case revolves around her heritage. The Sacerda family ("Sacerda" being a corruption of the Welsh word for "priest") was given that name after a few generations in a row all turned out to hold various mystical powers. Some regard these as a gift from God, others a pact or blessing from the Fair Folk, still others as mere lucky coincidence embellished by the passing of time. That heritage has fallen upon Mab in the form of power over the spirit world. In short, she is a spirit medium; she can see, speak with, and calm the rage of ghosts, often able to aid them in passing on. Family legend holds that she had this power from birth, and her mother is fond of telling the tale of how, as an infant barely a month old, while nestled in her mother's arms she reached out towards something besides her mother's breast, cooing softly, and how moments later a chilling presence passed through the two of them and then was gone.

Whatever the truth in that story, Mab was an accomplished medium going into her final year of high school... the year that both calamity and fortune struck in the same instant. She had grown up strong and tall, often dwarfing most of her male classmates. The kids often took to calling her "Hir", the old Welsh word for "tall", as a nickname, one that eventually she opted to make her official middle name. Mab Hir, six-foot-one darling of ghosts and living alike... so she lived up until that point.
Called out to the local zoo on a dare, Mab joined her friend long after the gates had closed on the viewing platform that ringed the habitat of the great reticulated python, the pride of the Reptile House. Grinning, the boy pointed down to where a single rock lay, and dared her to clamber down into the habitat and retrieve it. Mab regarded the snake for a long while, before concluding first, that it was fast asleep and unlikely to wake in the cool of night, and second, that there was a definite bulge in its length indicating it had already been fed. As she took hold of the rope and stepped over the edge, however, a beautiful young girl with pale blonde hair appeared before her, waving her arms frantically as she floated in midair.
"Don't!" she shouted, clasping her hands. "Th-this is the exact same way that I died years ago!"
Mab began to clamber slowly down the rope. "Hey... no worries... it's asleep -and- it's been fed..." She tilted her head. "Excuse my friend, by the way, he can't see ghosts..."
As the two descended, the ghost became more frantic. "I-it's right here! This is where I lost my grip on the rope and fell..."
Mab glanced down, puzzled. "We're near the bottom..." She tilted her head. "You died from falling from up here?"
The girl shook her head, looking up at the great serpent in the tree above. "N-no. The fall just paralyzed me... he's the one who ended my life..." She paused. "... If you're really not gonna listen... will you please take my backpack up with you? There's, um..." She hesitated.
Mab smiled, sliding down a few more feet, her feet finally touching the ground. "I'm a medium. It's my business to help spirits with their unfinished business. So... what's so important that you've hung around since before I was born...?"
The girl fidgeted. "... A love letter... in my backpack..." she whispered. "The boy I was gonna give it to... he was the one who dared me... I was gonna give him it when I came back up, but..."
Mab nodded, ignoring the stone as she pushed her way into the bushes. "How come nobody's ever found it?"
The ghost rolled her eyes. "Would you go into a cage with a snake that you had just seen eat a girl whole and alive?" she pointed out, guiding Mab towards where the bag lay.
Time had gotten at it, but the letter inside, at least, was still mostly readable... Mab smiling quietly as she got to the end of it. "... You, my friend, are a very sweet little girl... give me his full name and I'll see if I can't track him down..."
Instead of a name, however, the ghost only said two words, her eyes fixed on something high over Mab's head.
"I'm sorry."
There might have been more, but the snake chose that moment to pounce, jaws enveloping Mab's head in an instant before pulling her high up into the tree to squeeze and swallow whole at its leisure. Poor Mab managed to stay conscious, gasping for air, until the mighty jaws closed behind her cute sneakers. As she slid downwards, mercifully long before she passed into the waiting stomach, Mab sank into darkness.

The sun was shining when she bolted awake in bed, stark naked and sweating profusely... gazing around her room.
As she looked, she caught sight of a figure by the door, quickly hiding beneath her blankets as she struggled to pull on the set of clothes laid out beside her bed. As she struggled, the voice spoke. "I-I'm sorry... we didn't have enough ectoplasm to make your body exactly the way it was before the snake got you..."
Mab blinked, slipping out from beneath her blanket to stare at the ghost from the night before. "... That wasn't a dream?" she asked. "The snake... really ate me?" She trembled. "... wait, who's 'we'?"
The ghost smiled. "A bunch of the other ghosts you've helped, dummy... we all chipped in and used some of our ectoplasm to make a new body for you after I rescued your spirit from the snake... it's not perfect, though..."
Mab blinked, looking down at herself. "Ectoplasm...? I'm not a ghost now, am I...?" She trailed off. Her top now barely showed even an inch of her midriff, and her skirt drooped down to below her knees. "... What the hell?"
The ghost fidgeted. "No, you're a living human still, but... I'm sorry... you went after that letter for my sake, and the snake got you... and, uh..."
Mab held up a hand. "... Spirit, how tall am I?"
The ghost looked away. "... Five foot three, I'm guessing..."
Mab's eyes nearly popped. "Five- you're joking, right? I lost nearly a foot?"
The ghost nodded sadly. Mab groaned. "And I didn't even get the letter..." She blinked as she saw it crumpled in her hand. "... How did that get here...?"
The ghost shook her head. "Your spirit must have... clung to it, somehow..." She paused. "I'm... Ada, by the way..." She floated closer as Mab adjusted her clothes to hang a bit better on her new body.
The medium smiled just a bit, embracing Ada as she knew the ghost wanted to. "Mabilia. Or just Mab, like the queen," she said lightly. "So, about that boy you wrote the letter to..."

Mab's nickname stuck even more firmly after the incident, despite her now being in the bottom quartile in height. People were baffled by her sudden loss of nearly eight inches of height, but eventually stopped trying to explain. Still talented and helpful to ghosts, particularly after her life was literally saved by several of them, she managed to keep many of her friends despite the jokes and wicked rumors spreading slowly through town.
Her beauty, however, had long ago captured the eyes and lust of the wrong boy, and with her height and strength diminished, the lustful one eventually deemed it possible to take what he desired. One day, Mab found herself grabbed by the sleeved and dragged into a stall in the boys' washroom, her captor leering at her as he started trying to pull her clothes away; not a hard task, considering she had never gotten new ones after losing height, just keeping the old ones and adjusting accordingly no matter how conservative it made her look. In panic and rage, she drove her foot twice into his manhood, drawing cries of pain as she pushed past and tried to run.
Before she could escape the room, however, the boy had her by the wrist again. "... Well, if you're that dead-set on me gettin' inside you, lass, I'll just put you inside me instead," he growled. Before Mab could scream, her head was inside his mouth, and her terrified cries were muted by his thick muscles, doing nothing but bringing pleasure to the boy as he enjoyed devouring her whole and wriggling.
She woke in her bed late that night, trembling... Ada standing by the door, shaking her head and looking decidedly shorter herself. "You've got to stop getting acquainted with digestive systems, Mab," she murmured.
Mab blinked. "Ada...? I thought you passed on. I did what you wanted, after all..."
Ada smiled. "I know, and I'm so happy you did... I was even able to see him and talk to him a few times before he passed away last week..." She smiled. "But, after what you did, I have some new unfinished business. Keeping you safe..."
Mab wrapped her blanket around herself tightly before moving to hug Ada. "Thanks... you saved my life again..." she murmured. "Guess I'll be just fine as long as you're around..."
Ada paused. "... Ghosts don't have unlimited ectoplasm, though, Mab. And the process is inaccurate..."
Mab winced. "... I'm shorter again?"
Ada sighed. "Four-foot-seven this time. I'm really sorry, Mab..."
Mab hugged her a little more. "How come you're shrinking with me?"
Ada smiled. "It's my unfinished business to stay with you and keep you safe, Mab. It'd be pretty hard to be your friend if you kept getting tiny and I stayed five-foot-two..."
Mab nodded. "... Guess I'm going clothes-shopping... and staying well clear of hungry stomachs..."


So, that would be Mab in a nutshell. A sweet-hearted medium defended by the ghosts she's helped but who haven't passed on for whatever reason, chiefly Ada. Whenever she's eaten, her friends help to restore her body, but at a price... each time she reforms, she loses a fixed percent of her height. Her current height will always be recorded at the top of the profile, while the loss factor is the percent of her height she'll lose if you decide to devour her! The loss factor is subject to change if I personally feel she's getting shorter too quickly (or too slowly!) but for now it will remain 15%.

Pictures!
Mab doing what she does best, bringing peace (and flowers!) to the departed.
(That's Ada beside her, by the way... of course, Mab isn't nearly this small... yet~)

"I-I'm not really going to end up this small, a-am I?"

"Uh, that's Horo... wait. I'm one of those dim figures behind her, aren't I."
(Maybe~ Or maybe I just think this is absolutely adorable. <3)