"Poor little thing. I know you've heard of me. Perhaps you've wanted to hire me sometimes. But if it'll provide any comfort over the next week of so of your churning demise... this isn't a job. No-one hates you enough to want you turned into a weak little bulge. It's just me. I love you enough to want exactly that. Now... beg. On your knees and beg. And maybe I'll lick your sweet spots on the way down."
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Court_Of_Predators
Sicarius is hemaphroditic, but can be referred to as either male or female. Your choice.
Name: "The Soft Sigh of Moonlit Silk In the Wind of Night-time Breathing", or "Sicarius".
Species: Marasci, an gigantic silk-worm like species of alien.
Age: 527
Place of Origin: The planet Marascius
Occupation: Mercenary, Assassin, Bodyguard, Soldier.
The Marasci are a space-faring race of worm-like creatures, similar to earth silkworms but thousands of times larger. Despite their fearsome appearances, the species is in fact largely pacifistic, with a culture based around the art they create with their natural silk. Their powerful bodies are used to burrow through and digest the stone upon which they make their homeworld, and they have little interest in ideas of riches or technology - their interstellar travellers use the technology and ships of other races, gained through trade and diplomacy.
And then there's Sicarius. The black sheep of an entire species. The ship they command, the Malcadiz, is a human vessel whose crew, some stay, are still stewing in the labyrinth of their sinuous body. Sicarius is a cruel and merciless mercenary whose greed for riches is outmatched only by their gluttonous desire to devour living creatures. They have had many roles, as trader, smuggler, bodyguard, assassin, soldier and explorer, but will rarely stick to one career for very long, since ultimately their only master is themselves.
Sicarius' body is in total more than one hundred and thirty feet long and weighs nearly ninety tonnes, and that's not including any occupants. They, like their species, are actually hermaphroditic, with a massive and predatory shaft concealed some one hundred feet down their body and a set of plump feminine lips hidden below them, and what gender they should be referred to- male, female, both or neither - is up to how they feel at the time - Sicarius finds the idea of gender laughable anyway, and isn't interested in one over the other for partners or for meals. Their digestive system is designed to break down tonnes of rock, and so is powerful enough to process tonnes of meat with ease. Thanks to a few augmentative cyber-implants, Sicarius can halt their digestion if they wish for an unlimited time, or digest prey in the sweltering mass of their womb or testicles. The options are endless.
No waste is produced by the digestive system, only the silk which extrudes from the pulsing end of the worm's tail. This substance is sticky and stretchy, but can dry to almost any consistency, from supple, skintight latex to a substance stronger and harder than steel. All Marasci are capable of shaping it easily, and Sicarius can trap their prey in a tight, squeezing prison of webbing, or build a "nest" for themselves, in only a few seconds. The silk can be eaten again, so it's often a useful way to keep their meals nice and secure. And if they're terrified, that's a bonus!
Sicarius is intelligent and speaks several languages, and is capable of mild telekinesis - another implant, to allow them to manipulate objects without hands. They are dominating and proud in the extreme, and love to bring their prey to begging and tears before they condemn them to their vast stomach. They will do literally anything to achieve this - entire ships have been sold into slavery just to torture the one captain all the more before they meet their gurgling fate.
Sicarius is extremely greedy, and will frequently feed beyond what they need to devour, stuffing themselves with literally dozens of innocents ensure that their body is a rippling, churning mass of muffled cries and liquid churns. Or they can just snack on a single creature and utterly crush them with the sheer might of their body.
Ideas?
Ooh, something fun. Maybe the worm has a certain target today. Assassinate? Torture? Steal from? Sicarius isn't picky. Or maybe they find themselves being interested by their prey - I'm willing to make a character develop. Or maybe there's more at stake than just a simple assignment. Writing real stories is fun and you will definitely interest me if you offer them.
