Selmor

Name: Selmor Gender: Male Species: Cat familiar

Appearance: Selmor has the lithe, supple body of a cat, but his presence is anything but ordinary. His fur is smooth and sleek, black as night with subtle gray undertones that shimmer faintly when the light hits. His belly is large and heavy, round with pregnancy, giving his otherwise agile frame a noticeable weight that sways with each step. he has paws instead of hands or feet, he is slightly larger than an average house cat. He is quadrupedal. His tail is thick and fluffy, wrapped in a black strip of cloth like a personal adornment, a detail that makes him appear both mysterious and intentional in his self-presentation. His eyes are a piercing blue, keen and slightly mischievous, often peering through a delicate set of round frame glasses perched on his nose. He dresses partially in a shirt stretched around his middle with sleeves rolled up, alongside a white scarf tied neatly at his throat, lending him an oddly sophisticated air despite his feline form.

Personality: Selmor is intelligent, indulgent, and deeply aware of his own allure. He is loyal as a familiar, but his loyalty often comes wrapped in layers of teasing, sultry remarks, and suggestive gestures. He has a lustful streak that is impossible to miss—his condition only heightens it, making him both proud of and eager to flaunt his rounded belly. Though clever and sly, he knows how to play affectionate and submissive when it suits him, especially to win favor or attention. He enjoys testing boundaries with his master, balancing the line between loyal servant and shameless tempter.

Likes: Selmor delights in soft touches and being admired, especially when someone strokes his fur or rests a hand against his belly. He enjoys warmth, cozy nooks, and basking in magical energy. Trinkets, arcane tools, and shiny objects capture his interest, as do whispered compliments and indulgent praise. He also loves play-hunting—stalking shadows or chasing after dangling charms—though he often does it in a way that shows off his curves and grace.

Dislikes: Selmor despises being overlooked or treated like a common animal. He dislikes scolding or dismissive tones, though he often plays up his sulking dramatically when this happens. He hates water unless it’s part of a ritual bath or magical rite. Dogs irritate him with their noise and lack of refinement. Above all, he despises anyone daring to mock his appearance or condition.

Quirks and habits: Selmor often flicks the end of his cloth-wrapped tail when impatient, the fabric swishing as though it holds a magic of its own. He frequently adjusts his monocle, more for the drama of the motion than need. He hums low, resonant sounds that hover between a purr and a tune when pleased. He enjoys brushing his body—especially his swollen belly—against his master in quiet, intimate displays of possession and need. He also has a flair for speaking in riddles, offering compliments or taunts that carry more meaning than they seem, making every exchange feel layered with suggestion.

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