Deceased Alt of latroma
RIP: 4-26-2015 - Motel 5, by Vierra_
Fate is below: Warning for graphic gore and scat
Name: Millia Rage
Height: 169cm
Weight: 48kg
Age: Early 20s
Blood Type: B
Hair: Blonde, very long... and mobile!
Eyes: Blue
Home: Russia
Hobby: Chasing Cats
History: Millia, born of Russian descent, was orphaned at an early age and adopted into a assassin guild. There, she was taught one of the "Six Forbidden Magics." The particular form of magic she wields, Angra, allows her to manipulate her hair in a wide variety of ways, honing it to the point of a razor-sharp blade or almost any combination of conceivable weaponry with such long tresses.
Since betraying her former associate, Zato-1, a man who gave up his eyes to acquire another of the forbidden magics, she abandoned the guild in which she was a member, finding no comfort in the ways of an assassin. Zato, consumed by his beast Eddy, would face Millia in one final confrontation. Defeating him after the warnings of the dark sources of her forbidden magics, Millia escaped tired and weakened. She has since sought a certain sense of solitude.
Currently on retainer as a hired killer for the Dokugumo_Corporation, she does the occassional job for the mysterious latroma. However, due to her personal proclivities and desire to avoid wanton killing and the return to the cold life of an assassin, she has been known to be very picky about what jobs she takes.
Current Storyline:
Preferences: Millia is both predator and prey. I'm happy doing non-vore scenes with her and vore scenes with her. If you plan to devour her, expect a serious fight on your hands, but realistically almost any way you wish to eat her is fine. The sliders below are for her as predator. If you want to eat her, there are basically three ways-
-Hair Vore. This is, to put it bluntly, the point of the character. She defaults to Hair Vore.
-Oral Vore. Through refinements of her 'forbidden magic,' she can shrink a prey if she has them incapacitated first.
-Vampirism. By causing a wound with her hair, she can also feed by drinking blood.
Those are your options if you want her to feed off of you. I'm not making exceptions on this.
Completed Contracts:
Failed Contracts:
4-22-2015 (Motel 5) - Bridget_Trap - She attempted to bring the little punk down once and for all, and ended up swallowed up in his cock, turned into cum during bathtime. Her soul barely escaped intact.
4-26-2015 (Motel 5) -
Vierra_ Permavored - Sent to try and take down Vierra for a contract, she was mercilessly and completely overwhelmed. Nothing that she could do even came close to touching the wolfess. Her hair was pulled out and she was briefly raped before Millia met a horrifying end, sucked up and into Vierra's bowels. Her lovely body was suckled up slowly but surely into the depths, the sludge melting at her skin and ruining her clothes easily and viciously while she taunted her with the promise that she would end her forever. Her promise was as good as her word, turning her body into rotting feces and binding her soul to the hairs surrounding the pucker of the wolfess' ass forever.
Her final moments:
20:00:11 Vierra_: Vierra always marvelled at just how much she enjoyed feeling her prey suffer, relishing in their torment and degradation from being a living being to being little more than a bit of fun, or a meal to her. Her gut rumbled and squelched as the filth tore and seared her flesh, the bile and slime ridden interior melting and bubbling away flesh indiscriminately. The wolfess was lost in the moment, because this is what it meant to live, this is what it was like to truly live as a higher existence than another being. Her focus slipped for the briefest of moments, letting her legs collapse bringing her weight crashing down, and sending Millia up into her pucker in one jarring rush of horror. Her nose broke against the solid ground from the weight, only adding to the overwhelming pain, and then Vierra regained control, "Oops~! T-too bad for you, th-though you're just a little shit to me now, y-your body...your soul, e-everything that you are, i-is mine to do as I-I please, and nothing m-more~" With a single finger, she shoves the last bit of her head and flailing arms right into the bubbling and putrid hell. Millia's feet and legs were nearly all gone, shit, and tattered bits of fibrous fabric now clung to her shattering bones, leaving little to remain of their original form. Her sex filled up with liquefying bits of her flesh, over and over, each wave rotting a deeper cavity into her body, her nerves were firing off every which way, confused, overwhelmed and beyond the breaking point, Millia's final moments were indescribable. Skin, bone, muscles, and organs, all of it decayed and rotted away within the period of just an hour, and even when her body was motionless and destroyed, she could still feel every last sensation, the agony was neverending. The useless body of the woman was broken down, destroyed completely, there was nothing to even show that it had ever been anything more than Vierra's shit...for that is exactly what she was...and yet Vierra's body wasn't finished. As the remains bubbled and frothed, finishing the destruction of Millia's body, a new target appeared within the mire of filth: her mortal soul. For Vierra's part, she had become used to playing around with her meals, taking or destroying their souls based solely upon her whim, "N-now...what t-to do with the r-rest of you..." As she thought, Vierra's tail flicked back and forth, her gut rumbled and groaned as the ex-body was starting to pack together a soon to be, coil of shit. Her eyes wandered, and landed upon the scalp still clung in her hands, "Oho~ I k-know just what t-to do with you n-now~" With a bit of bodily control and some of the practice she'd had before, Vierra manipulated the writhing soul til she had it swirling around her finger, unable to move, unable to escape.
20:00:13 Vierra_: She grinned towards the quivering soul and spoke, "Since y-you seemed so proud o-of this hair o-of yours...I-I'll grace y-you with a f-fate befitting of y-you~" Some might have thought she'd planned to bind the soul to the hair upon her own head, or even her tail...and yet as she focused and directed the soul...it went to neither of those places. The very brief and lasting sensation that Millia's soul would be bound to forever was that of several thick and bristling bits of hair: the few small hairs that circled right around her pucker. "The p-perfect place for a sh-shit like you~" Her pucker blurbed open for just a moment, the hot and bitter stench blew over the small strands, only adding to her torment. "Time t-to get r-rid of your u-useless old self, y-you were fun...for a brief t-time~" Squatting down in the middle of the destroyed and desolate courtyard, Vierra spread her cheeks and let the whispy hair dangle there and Vierra's pucker quivered...and gave way. What had once been a cold, cruel, and powerful predator, had been reduced to the state that slipped forth: a dark brownish black log of waste, the occassional tiny spec of white showing remnants of the shattered skeleton encased within. Nearly 3 inches wide, the log crackled, poured, and coiled out onto the cold ground, a stench of decaying rott filling the air as the waste steamed in the cooling evening air. The indescernable pile that was steadily growing beneath Vierra's ass, showed no sign of having ever been anything beyond just what it was: shit. The demi-wolf always enjoyed feeling them slide out, past meals only worth to her being in these final moments when they squelched and splattered out. The dark colors gave way to a lighter, slimier and creamier looking log, the rope of waste sliding out with ease as her bowels had nearly finished the expulsion of remains. with a strenuous grunt and blast of gas, the tapered end of the log slipped out, curling on top of the horrendous pile. Looking back at the steaming, slimy pile, Vierra could only say, "I-I always w-win, y-you're merely another victory f-for me~" Bits of slime and shit still caked around her pucker, and clinging to those few unfortunate hairs, Vierra slipped her pants back on, and smiled, she was genuinely happy to have found something to abate her boredom...Millia was less than no more...she was truly a shitty existence now, soon to be all but forgotten come morning~
