I'm honestly not sure when it was. In the Second Era, I know that much. Mid Three Hundreds maybe? I was still a child when I was told the story of how the dragon Grahkrindrog was slain in far-off Skyrim almost two hundred years before.
I know it was shortly after I first heard the tale that my parents died. They were merchants, and left me with an uncle while they were off in far off lands. Bandits, I was told.
My uncle had always been strange, quiet, brooding. I remember I loved him. Oh, not THAT way, just... he taught me archery, and swordplay, the uses of armour, stealth. Stalking. Tracking. Choosing my prey, following them, learning their patterns and habits. Get inside their heads, follow them, enter their homes, and paint a broad stroke of red ink across their throats.
It was frustrating, but thrilling, exciting, and I lived for it.
"Never steal, never leave a footprint, you get in, mark your prey, slip away without them knowing you were there. Until the moment they look in the mirror and know they could have died."
He always gave me my assignments on little slips of parchment. A name, a place, a description, sometimes just a clue. It was up to me to figure out the target.
I always knew he was preparing me for something. I just had no idea what. And then one morning I awoke, went to the table where he usually left my assignments (He worked at night, 'Solving people's problems' he always said when I asked).
But this morning, nothing. Not even the usual Sweetroll he always left me.
I ran to his small room, tore open the door, and shrieked. Instead of my Uncles slumbering form, there was a stranger sitting on his bed. Strange, dark armour, hooded and sleek.
There was the usual. I screamed at this stranger, demanding to know where my Uncle was, what had they done to him, why wasn't he home. Etc. You know how the story goes.
She explained.
He had been a member of an organization. A secret group of assassins. The Dark Brotherhood. He had been given a contract, a special assignment, but it had been a trap. His body was hanging from the gates of a manor house belonging to a minor lordling in Cyrodiil. The ostensible target, a patsy in a larger scheme to destroy the Brotherhood.
I knew then why my Uncle had been training me. He had planned to bring me into the Family himself, but it was not to be.
I pledged myself to the Brotherhood that morning.
I was taken to the Sactuary that evening. I inherited my Uncles possessions.
It turned out I was well known in the sanctuary. My uncle had been proud of me, had told everyone in the Family about me. They gave me a new blade, a real dagger. New armour, black and red and buckled with straps and studded with brass. And more. They taught me new skills. Potions, alchemy, even mastery of basic magics, although I lacked the aptitude for more advanced power, I could heal myself from small cuts and grazes, I could cast a small fireball, and summon a dim light. I knew how to use the shadows, but they taught me to live in them. I spent two years in the confines of that sanctuary.
And I spent the rest of my life fulfilling contracts for my Family. I rose to the rank of Silencer, with the fullness of time. I carried the Blade of Woe with pride, knowing every life I took went to the Dread Father.
I learned, as the years passed, to use my body to my advantage. As a child, I hunted a certain type of gentleman. As a woman, I hunted another.
Oh, the lordling who murdered my Uncle? It took six months for him to die. I won't go into details.
I grew up, learned deeper, darker magics. I studied necromancy, and worse, i found ancient forbidden tomes, the secrets of liches, ancient dragon priests and the cursed Ayelid. I practiced a few, but I had been turned werewolf as a teenager, none of those dark magics took to me.
And then... I grew old. I died in the arms of my Family.
And then, I heard her. The voice so beloved of Listeners, our Night Mother. And her spoken command. "Sleep child. Sleep, for someday you will be required to serve us once again."
Except... I had made a terrible error. I was werewolf, and had conducted many of the rituals to make myself into a lich! They hadn't failed, they'd merely been... misapplied.
I wanted to obey my Mother. I could not. I remained awake, rotting, in the crypt, for... Long enough for my bones to be crumbling and the dust of my flesh to sift through the cracks in the stone. I was awake for it all.
And then... I lived again. Reborn on the whim of the Night mother, to serve the Brotherhood in life once more...
I gave my life to the Brotherhood, fighting off the monsters of Molag Bal.
I gave my life to the Family, hunting the minions of Mehrunes Dagon.
Every time I died, I expected to join Sithis in the Void.
Every time, my Dread Father sent me back.
Until... I don't know what stirred me from the aching loniliness of the grave. Heat, perhaps, warming my skeleton. Movement, jumbling my bones, and then I was falling... When my vision returned, i was walking, through a forest, towards a large building. A place i learned later, that was a Nexus.
And now I am here. This is not Tamriel. The world I knew as a child under my Uncles wing was centuries gone by the time I fulfilled my last contract, but it was still... familiar.
Here is strange. I'm learning the new rules. New skills. And new pleasures. The shadows taste strange, but they are becoming familiar.
This morning I arrived, and found a sweetroll on one of the tables. There's a name on the parchment beneath it.
Hail Sithis.
Appearance and Changes
At first, and possibly even second and third glances, she's a fairly standard human. She's taller than average, densely muscled and moves with the grace of a lifelong martial artist or dancer.
Her appetite goes a little crazy on the run-up to a full moon, hunger driving her to 'stock up' her fat reserves for a transformation she is not wholly in control of.
Mel is able to change to her wolf form at will, however there are limitations when it is not technically a full moon. Firstly, she can *shift* but only to the extent of the current moon phase. On a new moon, she basically has wolf ears and a tail. half moon, she's taller, has fangs and claws, her tail is bushier and is otherwise 'human'. Close to and on the full moon, she can transform fully, and under the influence of the complete moon, she transforms completely and somewhat rampages. The rest of the month she is in full control of herself.
The exception to the above rules is when she has in her possession, either via soul-vore, or by trapping in a gem, a sentient being soul. She is able to consume it utterly, and fully transform into her wolf form for as long as she pleases.
So you wish to summon the Dark Brotherhood? You wish to see someone dead?
Pray, child. Pray, and let the Night Mother hear your plea.
You must perform that most profane of rituals - the Black Sacrament.
Create an effigy of the intended victim, assembled from actual body parts, including a heart, skull, bones, and flesh.
Encircle that effigy with candles.
The ritual itself must then commence. Proceed to stab the effigy repeatedly with a dagger rubbed with the petals of a Nightshade plant while whispering this plea:
"Sweet Mother, sweet Mother, send your child unto me, for the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."
Then wait, child, for the Dread Father Sithis rewards the patient. You will be visited by a representative of the Dark Brotherhood. So begins a contract bound in blood.
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* The ritual must be carried out to be heard at all. Find a private room, play it publicly and await contact. If you do not hear anything after a few days, repeat the ritual.
* Names given in the Sacrament must belong to willing players. If not your own alt, arrange it in advance.
* Ideally give me something to work with. The Name, the manner of death, get into the spirit of things. Voreish themes are more than acceptable.
* I cannot work with set timeframes. All murders will be carried out at a time of my choosing.
* Payment in conventional form will be forgone, but be aware, by giving a name, your own is revealed.
Duluren, her pet, lover, confidant, soul-bonded delight. She was already a werewolf when she met Duluren, after consuming the wolfram, and absorbing her soul, Melodius gained her second pair of arms and her horns.
The wolfram can choose to reform in Melodius's womb. Or bowels.
After spending a passionate night with TuxKusanagi the assasin has returned to the hollow a changed woman. Her armour is gone, disintegrated by the magic of the gryphon. She's lost her possessions somewhere, and seems vague and somewhat dazed, as if having suffered some deeply traumatic and transformative event in the depths of the worlds adjescent to the Nexus. Whatever it means, she is not completely unable to offer harm to TuxKusanagi or her progeny, pets, possessions and family, and any contracts offered to the Dark brotherhood for such will be rejected.
She is wearing nothing but a purple TVC t-shirt given to her by the motherly gryphon.
She has become very experienced with various skills, including:
Oral Vore:
Her mouth and jaws have become supernaturally flexible, this extends to her throat and chest, as well as stomach. Her gastric juices have been ramped up in power, and she can comfortably carry, and digest, entire full grown adult beings with minimal discomfort or loss of mobility. Like any meal, once broken down in her stomach, prey is worked into her intestines, and absorbed as fats and protiens and minerals, providing fuel for her body, or mass for her soul magic to bind new strength to her flesh, taken from those she has consumed.
Anal Vore
As with Oral, she has the ability to consume people through her ass. Just, from the opposite direction. This is a much less clean way to reach her stomach of course, unless by some special arrangement, her bowels are often loaded with food in various stages of digestion, and the beginning of the journey could be truly foul.
Unbirth
Pleasure, and a vague sense of motherhood combined for her with the discovery that she could 'unbirth' people. While she has not fully explored the extent of this ability, she can carry people inside herself indefinetly, or absorb them through her womb, reducing them to a single cell of life that is drawn up into the scarred spot where her ovaries should have been. Yes, she has had invasive surgery to remove her ability to naturally carry a child, but unbirth, and for her very most loved ones, rebirth, comes close to giving her some sense of that missing sensation.
Breast Vore
By accident, and for pleasure, she can engulf people with her nipples, the milk ducts stretching unnaturally to tremendous girth to swallow adults whole. Once inside, they take up a fraction of the space one would expect, making her tits sag perhaps a full cup size bigger per person sloshing within. Each teat is of course host to several ducts, each with its own network of milk producing glands. Aside from the risk of eventual severe back-ache, there is almost no limit to how many she could squeeze into her chest. Once inside, they can be carried around, wrapped in the soft, pillowey flesh warmth, or over time, transformed into milk, their soul hers to either allow to escape, or absorb. As a general consequence of all this, her breasts are constantly on the brink of lactation, she can start producing milk almost at will.
Soul Vore
Strangely this is the only 'skill' she innately possessed on arrival at the Hollow, the ability to trap and manipulate the souls of her victims is a well known, if reviled, practice in her native setting, and she was already a highly skilled necromancer. Of course, now, she has the added advantage of being able to consume living prey, and take their souls into herself without any need of an intermediary device such as a soul gem, although she still carries a pouch filled with empty ones, primed for use. Thanks to this increased ability, she now has a habit of taking aspects of her prey, in those cases where she absorbs someones soul permamently, she becomes taller, stronger, more powerful. She can also partially absorb souls however, using her magic to manipulate the memory of their digested form to add new aspects to herself, such as additional limbs or bodyparts, the transformation powered by the energy of the victims own soul. In addition, she therefore has the power to resurrect her prey, seperating an absorbed soul from her own, gathering it in her womb, and using her own bodies reserves to build new flesh around the life growing in her belly. This is made a lot easier, and faster, if she consumes someone else, taking their flesh and soul and using it to reform another.
Cock Vore
As outlined below, she can indeed sport a cock, and working balls. Her anatomy is typically fairly close to accurate for a male, although she always retains her vagina and womb as well, making the plumbing a little complex, but the upshot is that she can slip people down her shaft, and after a passage through various tight tubes, and accompanying prostate, prey will arrive either in her seminal vesicle, or else slide completely into her balls. As with her breasts, physics seems to be a little screwey, while full, her balls will swell perhaps to twice their natural size, potentially reaching basketball girth with multiple 'guests' but will never become impossible to carry. Once in there, prey can be carried indefinetly or transformed into a cum-like substance, their souls absorbed or allowed to escape.
Hair: Capable but still weirded out by
Skin/feet: She can absorb someone through her skin pores, has done it once by the soles of her feet. Still confused by it.
Urethra/Bladder: She's done this for a long time, often in a more gentle fashion, but she is capable of digesting someone into piss.
Teleportation: With enough concentration she can use a form of teleportation to snap someone into herself. She could just move them around at will, but zapping someone into her guts is a far more efficient use of the power. It is not instant, she needs to concentrate for a long period to be able to grab a whole person. She can grab bite-sized chunks every few seconds though.
Melodius is currently in possession of five useable consumed souls with which to fuel out of moon transformations.
Through the application of dark, necromantic magic and the use of well-made jewellery, Mel can add the aspects of creatures and people she has consumed to artefacts such as rings, pendants and piercings.
Ring of Flight:
Wearer sprouts a pair of powerful draconic wings
Ring of Enhancement:
Wearer can manifest the cock of her, or his, dreams.
Necklace of the cursed Wolf:
Wearer can transform into a werewolf while wearing it. The necklace is made of silver.
Amulet of the Snake:
The wearer transforms into a Naga, based on the wearers innate understanding of what that is.
Melodius can also be hired for commissioned work! Is there a particular patron of the lounge you admire? Wish you were them, or had some aspect of them for your very own? For a fair price, Melodius can devour them, and enchant the desired aspect into an article of jewellery!
Melodius became a werewolf, willingly, while she was in a relationship with another Brotherhood assassin who bore the cursed blood. She drank from his wrist, and took the form of the beast.
And then she learned to control her power. Not by hiding it away, but by embracing the worst it could be, and mastering it through practice.
After absorbing her pet Duluren several times, a number of 'enhancements' became a part of her regular transformations.
Between her legs, she can at will grow, or perhaps more accurately, summon, a wolf-like cock and balls. In general it seems to be there much more commonly of late, and she's happy to flaunt it. The form of her cock can vary, both in shape, from human to wolf, and in size from 'above average' to 'can fit the whole family'.
There is a more animalistic air about her now, she sniffs at the air now and then, her hair looks denser too, mane-like. At certain times, and seemingly completely under her own volition, her fingers can sprout claws, her canine teeth elongate and ears grow pointed. She doesn't quite sprout fur and howl at the moon, but she could if she wanted to.
As part of her new transformative ability, she seems to be able to sprout an extra pair of arms at will, somewhat heavier and more hirstute than her usual pair, a second set of shoulders forming below her current armpits, and the heavy fingers of her additional hands tipped by inch-long claws.
Her chest is pretty normal while she is human, but lately, in her bestial form, she can sport up to five pairs of breasts, although the additional ones are much smaller than her uppermost pair.
Preferences
PRED ONLY: Not open for negotiation
I'm into most things with only a couple exceptions, talk to me.
No underage, players or characters.
No permavore. Temp is okay.
Major Stats
Race:
Breton
Class:
Nightblade Assassin
Current status:
healthy levels of thicc with a pleasing pooch on her belly and a extra jiggle in her tits.
Stats:
Height: 7'6" as a Human, 15'8" in werewolf form
Ideal Weight as Human: 325lbs, 1435lbs in werewolf form
Currently carrying additional weight from prey: 20lbs
