Velveteen

Age: 41 Apparent Age: 28 Body modifications: Mechanical Body type: Human Build: Muscular Eye color: Honey Fur/scale/skin color: Brown Gender: Shemale Hair: Messy, raven-black. Height/Length: 8'9''ft Location: Wherever the wind (or kids) blow~.. Master/Mistress/Owner: HAH! Occupation: Professional, full-time, passionate CHILD RAPIST! Slash, wife-robber. Orientation: Pansexual Partner/Mate/Lover: All of the children in the world!~ <3 Personality: Irredeemable! Pets/Slaves: Too many to count... Relationship: In a semi-open relationship Species: Nekomimi Ball size: Humongous Breast size: DD Cock color: Black Cock diameter (inches): Way too fucking thick. Cock length (inches): Way too fucking big. Cock shape: Human Cumshot size: Dozens of gallons Dom/Sub Role: Always dominant Knotted: No Position: Always Top Pubic hair: Natural Uncut: Yes

A fucking monster.

She's that one rotten piece of shit you hear about on the news who makes your faith in humanity itself crumble. She's despair, personified. A herald of everything sickening.

Pure.

Undiluted.

Evil.

And she owns it...~!

She is without flag, or allegiance. Without morals, or regrets. Without ethics, or shame. She's simply, Velveteen -- and her sword (often used as a metaphor for her FAT, stinkin' cat-dick n' balls) falls where it pleases!

The 'sob story'! Once, she was an upstanding member of space society, working Bridge security for a particularly important Battlecruiser -- until she got a liiittle too fond of the blinking red lights distributed amongst the many consoles in the ship's Bridge (I mean, if they didn't want it pressed, why'd they make it so shiny???), and decided to push some of the buttons, for the heck of it, y'know? How was she supposed to know that the previous technician left the weapons systems still engaged...?

'Nuff said, her career had lit itself on fire worse than the escort vessel that she ACCIDENTALLY blasted apart!

It wasn't all thorns, though.

By fate's grace, her lawyer managed to make good use of a legal loophole, and, not two weeks after, she was out n' about, again! Still... there was just something to killing that many people... something that she'd taken... pleasure, in. Secretly, of course. That was around the same time she'd take up pirat-.. privateering!

And it was only downhill, from there.

She still remembers the first time she had some would-be Captain from a vessel she'd just listed and raided, dragged into her ship's Bridge. Barely a day over fifteen. A girl who'd only recently inherited her father's ship after the same'd passed.

She raped her for eight hours straight before throwing her mangled, broken, cum-bloated body out of an airlock. After necro-raping IT, of course. D'uh!

This is the ''official'' charting of things, recovered from the Space Federation records. Curiously, many important, and quite LARGE, bits and pieces of Velveteen's activities are missing; especially those regarding what happened to the vessel she worked in, shortly after the incident; its name having even been entirely scrubbed off nautical records, with the single, lonesome passage that still pays it reference, leading only to corrupted databanks and entries which mention, in large, an ancient (and Corporate assures totally FICTITIOUS!) deep-space deity, once worshipped by a thought-extinct Cult:

The Geometer of Blood.

And the unspeakable acts of mayhem and debauchery it unleashed throughout the vessel, that day officially, only a single survivor would live to tell the tale, though exactly who, has since been erased from their records.

Now, she roams about-- wherever her ship, or dimensional alternator takes her. She's in WAY too deep to stop, now!~

How she got her PAWS on a device that allows her to skim through the fabric of dimensions and different universes, you ask?

PROBABLY by raping its previous owner to death! Who knows!

Or maybe said device doesn't exist at all, and she's simply made a pact with some off-brand, incomprehensible, dark-space eldritch deity...

One can only wonder.

...you should totally ask her, though!

Just don't get home too early... (Fanart by Anon!)

The Culprit! But just who IS she? No one truly knows. A hopeless, totally irredeemable psycho? A small shard of an elder, eldritch entity of despair, rape and decay? Just some stupid fucking dumbass cat bitch? The KING IN YELLOW!?!

The possibilities are, truly, endless! One is encouraged to try and /ask/. Before their stomach is pumped full of cement-thick RAPE-SLUDGE, at least!