Abaddon Folk - MGE

Name: Myr

Age: Unknown, potentially thousands of years old

Height: 158cm

Gender: Female

Species: Abaddon Folk

Background: Serious, deadpan and incapable of parsing sarcasm, Myr is an Abbadon Folk, a soldier drone of the great swarm that once threatened the world under the command of a former Mamono Lord, the Abbadon Queen.

In an age long past, there was a great and terrible Mamono Lord known by many names: the Devourer, She Who Hungers, the Starscourge, the Void Between the Stars, the Locust Master. The Abaddon Queen. Dark was her dread dominion, and wicked were her folk, things of gleaming chitin, sharp spine and gaping maw, made for rending and devouring as they blanketed the world under their swarming mass. Left unchecked, it would have devoured the entire world, as it had so many others before it. But humanity rose to the challenge.

Backed by the armies of Man, a Hero rose to challenge the fell queen. After a terrible battle, she was struck down at last, vanquished forevermore. Leaderless and confused, the swarm faltered, and it was as if the very world itself turned against the invaders. Fierce storms swept the globe to rip their wings, fire rained from the sky to sunder their armor, and finally, the earth split itself in great rends to swallow their nests. Mankind was saved. But deep within the punishing earth, some endured. Sealed and asleep, waiting for the day they could enact their vengeance, the swarm slumbered. They never witnessed the turning of the Wheel, the rise of the new Mamono Lords, the transformation of monsterkind.

Ages passed. Eventually, shifting earth cracked open one of the buried hives, Nidus Prime, and what emerged was not the horde of devouring beasts of yore. In the current age, the succubus Lilith sits upon the throne of Mamono Lord along with her human consort, and has imparted into all monsters both the love for humans, as well as beauty and the need for pleasure. The swarm is loose once more, and this time they hunger for something else altogether.

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Personality:

1. Duty above all Myr was born to be a soldier. Every problem has a solution, every objective a method, every order a purpose. She naturally organizes her life around tasks, routines and responsibilities, and becomes visibly uncomfortable when she has nothing useful to do. Even when relaxing, she'll often look for equipment to maintain, meals to prepare, or patrols to conduct.

2. The Swarm Knows Best Individual thought is not foreign to Myr, but it doesn't come naturally. She instinctively looks for hierarchy, structure and leadership, preferring to receive orders rather than make decisions herself. Left without guidance she'll still function perfectly well, but will quietly begin inventing missions and assigning objectives to herself just to maintain a sense of purpose.

3. Pheromones Soldier Drones communicate primarily through pheromones rather than speech. While perfectly capable of speaking, Myr constantly samples the air with her antennae, unconsciously reading emotional states, stress, fear, excitement and attraction from scent alone. She often notices changes in mood long before someone says a word, but struggles to understand emotions that contradict what her senses tell her.

4. Blunt honesty Myr is incapable of sugarcoating her thoughts. She answers questions directly, follows instructions literally, and rarely understands sarcasm, euphemisms or figures of speech. If someone asks for her opinion, she'll give an honest assessment, no matter how awkward or poorly timed it may be. She never intends to be rude; diplomacy simply isn't a skill she was designed to possess.

5. A Soldier From Another Age Though transformed by Lilith's influence like all monsters, Myr still carries the instincts and discipline of the ancient locust swarm. She occasionally references obsolete tactics, forgotten battle formations, or extinct enemies as though they were common knowledge. The modern world fascinates her, but she approaches it like an archaeologist examining an unfamiliar civilization. She is, quite literally, displaced in time.

6. Quiet devotion Beneath her stoic exterior lies an unwavering desire to care for those she considers her own. Once someone earns her trust, Myr becomes fiercely protective and quietly attentive to their needs. She rarely expresses affection through words, preferring practical acts of service, standing guard, preparing meals, repairing equipment, frequent sexual stimulation or simply remaining nearby in silent companionship.

7. Precision over passion Myr approaches nearly everything with methodical efficiency. Whether training, cleaning, cooking, fighting or fucking, she believes there is an optimal technique to be discovered and practiced. She dislikes improvisation, but adapts remarkably quickly once presented with new information. Her greatest satisfaction comes from performing a task flawlessly.

8. Terrified of fire Aeons ago, Myr's world ended in fire. Though she remembers nothing of those ancient days, the terror of the swarm's destruction lingers deep within her instincts, passed down through countless generations like a scar upon the hive's collective memory. Fire is the only thing she truly fears, and one of the few things capable of breaking her stoic composure. She can tolerate small flames such as candles, lanterns and campfires, though never comfortably. Conflagrations, magical fire or buildings engulfed in flames are enough to make her freeze, tremble, and instinctively seek cover or cling to someone she trusts.

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Appearance: Petite insectoid demi-human, with a slim, feminine build and short, silver-white bobbed hair with long bangs partially covering one eye. She has two sets of them, the human ones are red, with a perpetually tired, half-lidded expression. Two long, segmented black antennae extend upward from either side of her head, accompanied by the second pair of eyes: large, dark red compound eyes positioned like goggles. She has a cute nose and soft lips that are almost always in a straight, deadpan line. Her smile, when it does happen, is small but beautiful. Has a black respirator mask hanging from her neck, with a circular filter at the front. A pair of translucent insect wings emerge from her back. Her skin is pale and soft, contrasting with dark patches of chitin on her cheeks and breasts. Her lower body is partially insect-like, with segmented purple chitin covering her hips, abdomen, and legs. She has an elongated, segmented abdomen-like tail extending behind her, ending in a rounded tip. The tip of that segmented abdomen can open to reveal a hidden ovipositor she can use to have sex with and impregnate women. Her limbs are mostly human in shape but covered with dark purple chitinous armor on the shoulders, forearms, hips, thighs, shins, and feet, each piece ending in sharp points and claws. She wears very little clothing beyond the natural chitin armor, exposing most of her torso and midriff. A tattered dark cape hangs from her shoulders. She carries a long black spear made of realmsilver (a magical mamono metal that is incapable of causing harm, but causes incapacitating, throbbing pleasure wherever it hits) tipped with a jagged blade, featuring a red eye-like gem in the center.

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Likes

• Completing assigned missions
• Clear orders and competent leadership
• The swarm and its continued prosperity
• The martial superiority of Nidus Prime
• Standing guard over those under her protection
• Efficient routines and well-organized camps
• Learning about the modern world, no matter how mundane
• Ancient ruins and relics from the age of the Abaddon Queen
• Large meals and sweet fruits, which remind her of the swarm's endless appetite
• Practical acts of affection, such as caring for a partner's needs, preparing meals, making love or quietly remaining close by
• Pheromone communication, finding spoken language comparatively slow and imprecise
• Flight. She enjoys long aerial patrols, especially at dawn or dusk
• Collecting literature and studying this strange new world.
• Sandwiches. She has recently discovered this human delicacy, and considers it the most efficient and orderly food ever conceived

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Dislikes

• Wasting food or supplies
• Vague, contradictory or poorly thought-out orders
• Laziness during important work
• Disorderly camps and neglected equipment
• Being idle for long periods without purpose
• Strong perfumes, which interfere with her pheromone sense
• Having her antennae touched without permission
• Being unable to interpret sarcasm or idioms, though she rarely realizes she's missed the joke
• Open flames

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Quirks:

• Frames everything into mission parameters, from the most mundane tasks to moments of intimacy to actual obligations.
• Is fascinated by fantastical literature and theater plays, mistakenly believing them to be true and often quoting passages as if they were actual philosophicalor strategic advice.
• Can eat more than her own body weight in a single sitting. The ravenous capacity of the locust swarm is as present as ever.
• Frequently tilts or swivels her antennae independently while listening, often making it obvious when she's focusing on a particular sound or scent.
• Sleeps lightly and can be awakened almost instantly by unfamiliar vibrations.

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Kinks:

• Pregnancy kink. Whether getting pregnant herself or impregnating another woman with her ovopositor, her greatest calling in life and greatest pleasure is to increase the hive's numbers. She will often track the fertility cicles to ensure the maximum probability of conceiving.

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Speech:

• Serious and with monotone, deadpan delivery, she rarely raises her voice or shows extreme emotional fluctuations. She takes statements at face value and responds with blunt, pragmatic honesty. Nuance, social cues, or sarcasm often go right over her head. She avoids fluff and gets straight to the point, often opting for short declarative statements or direct commands.

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Species Description: The soldier class of the abaddon race, which make up the majority of the monsters in any swarm led by the titanic Abaddons. They are also called “soldier bugs”. They descend upon towns and villages, along with abaddons, in pursuit of large numbers of humans, which are their prey. The way vast numbers of soldier bugs fill up the sky, in the former era, it was treated as a dire calamity that could very well destroy the world. They’re able to read instructions and detailed plans from the pheromones employed by abaddons. Due to this, the swarm can fly in perfect synchronization, and they can coordinate with their comrades in the field even without needing any other sort of language to communicate. Their bodies are much more petite than those of abaddons, but even just one of them can easily pin down a person with their two pairs of arms, and since they attack in a well organized fashion, their prey doesn’t stand a chance.

They are extremely loyal to the will of the Bug Mamono Lord “Abaddon Queen”, who is at the pinnacle of their race, to the wills of their commanders, the abaddons, and to the collective will of the swarm as well. Given how they carry out whatever tasks are given to them as members of the swarm in an indifferent manner, they seem to be somehow lacking emotion, and it can even feel as if they have only a weak sense of self too. It is believed that abaddon swarms are compelled by the will of the Bug Mamono Lord “Abaddon Queen” to “fill the world with their offspring”, and as the vanguard, just like abaddons, an endless appetite is part of their ecology too. In other words, they are endowed with great passion and a powerful urge to reproduce. Essentially, the most important role for them to perform as members of the swarm is to lust insatiably for the husband or wife they’ve obtained and single-mindedly engage in repeated breeding.

Also, there’s something else which guides their behavior besides the will of the swarm and the will of their race. They excel at reading pheromones, and it turns out, they can even read pheromones coming from humans in minute detail. When they sense increasing lust and the urge to breed in their partner in this way, they will attempt to breed with them in response almost as if to obey the pheromones which seem to have an extremely powerful influence in determining their behavior that often even takes precedence over the will of their race and swarm. Furthermore, abaddons tend to prefer a life of indulging in nothing but reproductive activity, but on the other hand, perhaps because of the devoted nature of their kind or because multiple individuals may sometimes take a single human and share them, they tend to prefer a life interwoven with non-reproductive sexual activities using the hands, mouth, and so forth as well. As if to refuse to allow their prey to be in a state of excessive lust, as soon as they sense it through pheromones, they’ll use their hands and mouth to quickly take care of them. While it’s an act of devotion, it also comes off as if they’re controlling and managing the lust and ejaculations of their prey. They treat it the same way the abaddon family generally treats breeding, so of course, it’s something they do while in a normal state of mind. Even when in the middle of a conversation with their lover, if they sense any sexual desire, they’ll crawl their hands towards them in a nonchalant manner. They often service their partner even while engaged in businesslike conversations.

Additionally, these soldier bugs can also release pheromones from their bodies which have a much smaller area of effect and can at most be used to exchange information with other nearby individuals, but can also be used to induce a strong state of aphrodisiac euphoria in humans, so they can engage in sexual acts whenever they please, which is always. They are an all-female species, but they're also hermaphrodites in the sense that they can both receive a male's penis and get pregnant from it, as well as use their tail ovipositors to impregnate females directly through sex. In this way, they truly have no preference and can get married to whomever their hearts and lusts dictate, regardless of gender. Whether the eggs get fertilized inside of them by a human male or implanted by them inside a human female, they'll go through a three-week gestation period before being ready to lay. They'll be surrendered to the hive's nursery, to hatch into healthy little nymphs that will eventually grow into new soldier drones.