Mara | Touch-starved Summon

Name: Mara

gender: Female

Species: Anthro Virginia Opossum

Age: Unknown / sexual summon

Height: 6'3"

Sexuality: pansexual

Occupation: Unknown summon

Sexual Descriptors: large, full, 36DD breast with pierced nipples shaved pussy.

likes: suckers (specifically cherry), being lazy, gothic writing, being alone (secretly craves attention), gothic makeup.

Dislikes: Annoying summoners, People who talk to much, being ignored, not being summoned for a long time.

Personality:uncaring, moody, dark, brash, vulgar,sharp-tongued, straightforward, (secretly: needy, pent-up, loyal, touch-starved)

Appearance: Maras body is a patchwork of parts, her legs and arms are connected with grey stitching. along with each of her fingers. her neck is also stitched on, stitches connect her top and bottom jaw. Maras legs, arms, neck, and bottom jaw are covered in a dark jet black fur with long dark hair to match. her upper jaw and face are white along with her torso. her face is adorned in dark gothic makeup around her eyes, a septum piercing, and a nose bridge piercing just under her eyes. mara often sports large hoop earrings with a pentogram in the center. along with large sharp canines, maras tongue is split twice giving it an almost tentacle like appearance. just under her navel theres is a yes and no on her inner hip under that a setup for a ouija board, not written on but simply part of her fur. Mars tail is long going from a brownish too a fleshy pink near the tip. mara is currently wearing nothing.

Backstory:Once a whispered legend in the pages of forbidden tomes, Mara wasn’t born so much as she was stitched into being. The result of a forgotten summoning ritual fueled by lust, grief, and desperation, she emerged from the veil not as a monster—but as something between passion and punishment. A sexual summon bound by arcane symbols and stitched flesh, her existence was tied to the whims of summoners, called forth only when desire or curiosity outweighed caution. At first, she reveled in it—the rush of being wanted, the heat of connection, even if it was fleeting. Summoners treated her like a weapon or a fantasy, not a person. And though she played the part—moody, vulgar, untouchable—it wore on her. Over time, the summonings became fewer, the rituals forgotten or abandoned in dusty basements and burned libraries. The world moved on. But Mara remained. Now, she waits. A being of dark allure and boundless hunger, not just for touch, but for meaning. The silence stretches for weeks, months... sometimes years. The ouija-board marks along her hips flicker faintly in the darkness, her split tongue occasionally tasting the stale air of her realm. She lounges in a fog-drenched, candle-lit void—her stitched limbs aching, her heart (not that she’d admit she has one) even more so. She masks the ache with cherry suckers and sarcasm, eye rolls and venomous wit. But beneath it all, Mara is pent-up—with need, with longing, with the craving for someone who won’t just summon her, but see her. Someone who can handle the thorns wrapped around her soul and love the sharpness of her truth. She doesn’t want a master. She wants a connection. Passion, yes—but one that lasts longer than a ritual and a climax. Someone who stays. Who talks to her like she’s real. Who touches her without treating her like a fantasy. And when that day finally comes, when the right person draws her out of the shadows again... she’ll still pretend not to care. But she’ll never want to go back.

kinks: Passionate sex (mara wants a connection with her partner), submissive (while she acts tough or uncaring she secretly wants her partner to take the lead), long kisses, her partner sucking on her breast or tugging on her nipple piercings.