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Original adopt designed by Freeze-pop88 on FurAffinity

Backstory: The Mew/Mimikyu hybrid didn't know a lot about where she came from, only where she had been. She had been made a slave by Lord Shangra, a tanuki feudal lord with magical powers over desire and pleasure he used to dominate his lands inside a large valley and turn his mansion into a hedonistic paradise of mind-controlled harem slaves. The Lord, however, apparently felt the need to fear her potential, so he kept her confined and in the dark. He had fitted her with ghost-binding shackles and a collar that made her a dutifully obedient docile kitten for anyone who held its chain. Her earliest memories are of the lucid points between these times, in the bleakness of her cell; most events before this are scrambled fragments. She saw little of others outside the Lord, only clearly-hypnotized servants bringing her food, moving like the objects he treated them all like.

She has no idea how long this experience lasted, but it wasn't forever. One night, she dreamed of another tanuki, one without a mask of jade leaves and with a storage clipboard, and one that embraced her with kindness. Her form in her dream didn't have the accursed collar. Days passed in each other's company, and she grew to love the gentle way he stroked her fur, kissed her cheek, and whispered of her value. As they had relations, she learned about him. He was an "Author," a metaphysical avatar for a higher being that she couldn't quite grasp but essentially made worlds, and the characters and narratives within them. Lord Shangra and his valley fiefdom were some of his creations, meant to express his more carnal pleasures and fantasies in interactions with friends who were into such intense complete submission. But she wasn't meant to be a mere slave kept in a dark claustrophobic cell - in fact, he came to her dreams because she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where that was, he couldn't tell her.

"To correct this, I will lend you some of my power as an Author, and give you a chance to write your own narrative. However, after a few minutes, you will need the dedication of the characters in my worlds to fuel those powers. Once we meet for the first time outside the dreamscape, in the gaps between worlds, only then will your role be ready... my dear Cassandra."

She woke up the moment he placed a black crown with an orange symbol on it upon her head. It took her a moment to realize it was still there. Realizing she had little time, she called on its power, turning it into a shortsword, and her own ghostly powers, allowing her limbs to twist in the shackles. Within a minute, she cut every chain holding her down, including the one on her collar. This was the first of the three miracles she performed with an Author's power. The second was turn the very cell itself into an outfit for herself, so he could never use it on anyone else again; her old chains became a one-piece leotard, and the bars a warming mantle against the cold. The third came when one of the many maid slaves in the mansion came with her breakfast; just when she was about to shout for help, Cassandra grabbed her and teleported the both of them away, to some spot in some forest far from the mansion, then pulled the indoctrination Lord Shangra installed her with out of her. She twisted its training onto itself, turning it into a sink for any induced obedience, and shaped it into a gold anklet, which she clipped onto herself. Her free period of power, unfortunately, expired before she could excise the magic from her collar, but was later able to tell that, now out from under the Lord's thumb, the fantasy of her that possessed the collar to twist her mind had lost all strength besides its own existance, keeping the collar on and producing minimal compulsions. The maid, without the Lord's programming, was lost - her previous identity had apparently already vanished into oblivion. So Cassandra gave her a new purpose as her first follower.

Cassandra's cult of the Author haunts the hills and mountains around Shangra. With any opportunity, she takes any of his slaves he leaves carelessly exposed and deprograms them with her anklet - if they have nowhere else to go or cannot leave the valley, she indoctrinates them into her cult, promising an eventual end to his tyrannical reign.

Bio: Cassandra is naturally timid, and has many doubts about her strength as a result of her durance under Lord Shangra. Her dream relationship and subsequent power loan is helping her potential emerge, but healing is a slow process. To run the cult needed to power the crown, she knows, timidity won't do. Imitating the composure (though not mannerisms) of her beloved Author, she presents herself publicly - to her followers, visitors, and enemies alike - as the most powerful person in the room, above them but looking down with an affectionate eye and gentle hand for those weaker than her, always secretly plotting out what needs to be done a step ahead of everyone else. If she needs something from someone, she'll tease them to get their head spinning. It's stressful maintaining such a mask, but her dreams with her Author let her relax and be herself, since she has yet to find anyone in the physical worlds she could trust to be in her cage with her.

Cassandra has the full move potential of a Mew, but has an affinity for Ghost and Fairy types and so generally keeps to those. The dark part of her limbs can become the shadowy tendrils of a Mimikyu she can stretch to strike out or grab at lengthy distances. As the crown imitates those from Cult of the Lamb, she can similarly turn it into any tool she needs at the moment, as well as copy the form of any one weapon at a time. By gathering dedication from the followers of her cult, she can harness the ability of the Authors, letting her move between worlds and rewrite their narratives; she can keep track of how much she has so she doesn't get stranded in a world with no followers, and depending on what exactly she changes the whole thing can be dangerously costly to her well-being. Her anklet protects her from illusions, domination, and any such magic that manipulates the mind, by shifting the energy into some adjunct empty pocket space where it can disperse harmlessly; she can extend this effect to one target she's touching to gradually deprogram them of any magical or otherwise unnatural compulsions.

While holding the chain of her collar no longer controls her mind, it does hinder her from lying to or deceiving the one who does so, or striking at them without being touched first. Because the action is a very sore subject for her, especially without permission, she makes sure the moment they let go will be the moment they rue touching it in the first place.

She has two main goals. The first is the removal of her collar by the death or depowering of Lord Shangra, a high bar considering his fantasy defenses. The second is to find her beloved Author outside of her dreams.

About the Picture: Two days to sketch and scan, five days to draw in Inkscape, and about three days to write the description because I completely scrapped the original idea after the first for being too fucked up and resulting in a character I couldn't really do much of anything with (even though I don't do much with a lot of the adopts I buy). I think I've had pieces take longer, but I don't remember. I did my best to make sure she has the same proportions as her original adopt image, but next time I'm sketching the head circles manually instead of just finger-measuring it.

I think I might just be frustrated from all the bio-typing, because working on the image itself was a good time all things considered.

There are two variations of this pic: one in just the leotard and one in... less .

Description

Original adopt designed by Freeze-pop88 on FurAffinity

Backstory: The Mew/Mimikyu hybrid didn't know a lot about where she came from, only where she had been. She had been made a slave by Lord Shangra, a tanuki feudal lord with magical powers over desire and pleasure he used to dominate his lands inside a large valley and turn his mansion into a hedonistic paradise of mind-controlled harem slaves. The Lord, however, apparently felt the need to fear her potential, so he kept her confined and in the dark. He had fitted her with ghost-binding shackles and a collar that made her a dutifully obedient docile kitten for anyone who held its chain. Her earliest memories are of the lucid points between these times, in the bleakness of her cell; most events before this are scrambled fragments. She saw little of others outside the Lord, only clearly-hypnotized servants bringing her food, moving like the objects he treated them all like.

She has no idea how long this experience lasted, but it wasn't forever. One night, she dreamed of another tanuki, one without a mask of jade leaves and with a storage clipboard, and one that embraced her with kindness. Her form in her dream didn't have the accursed collar. Days passed in each other's company, and she grew to love the gentle way he stroked her fur, kissed her cheek, and whispered of her value. As they had relations, she learned about him. He was an "Author," a metaphysical avatar for a higher being that she couldn't quite grasp but essentially made worlds, and the characters and narratives within them. Lord Shangra and his valley fiefdom were some of his creations, meant to express his more carnal pleasures and fantasies in interactions with friends who were into such intense complete submission. But she wasn't meant to be a mere slave kept in a dark claustrophobic cell - in fact, he came to her dreams because she wasn't where she was supposed to be. Where that was, he couldn't tell her.

"To correct this, I will lend you some of my power as an Author, and give you a chance to write your own narrative. However, after a few minutes, you will need the dedication of the characters in my worlds to fuel those powers. Once we meet for the first time outside the dreamscape, in the gaps between worlds, only then will your role be ready... my dear Cassandra."

She woke up the moment he placed a black crown with an orange symbol on it upon her head. It took her a moment to realize it was still there. Realizing she had little time, she called on its power, turning it into a shortsword, and her own ghostly powers, allowing her limbs to twist in the shackles. Within a minute, she cut every chain holding her down, including the one on her collar. This was the first of the three miracles she performed with an Author's power. The second was turn the very cell itself into an outfit for herself, so he could never use it on anyone else again; her old chains became a one-piece leotard, and the bars a warming mantle against the cold. The third came when one of the many maid slaves in the mansion came with her breakfast; just when she was about to shout for help, Cassandra grabbed her and teleported the both of them away, to some spot in some forest far from the mansion, then pulled the indoctrination Lord Shangra installed her with out of her. She twisted its training onto itself, turning it into a sink for any induced obedience, and shaped it into a gold anklet, which she clipped onto herself. Her free period of power, unfortunately, expired before she could excise the magic from her collar, but was later able to tell that, now out from under the Lord's thumb, the fantasy of her that possessed the collar to twist her mind had lost all strength besides its own existance, keeping the collar on and producing minimal compulsions. The maid, without the Lord's programming, was lost - her previous identity had apparently already vanished into oblivion. So Cassandra gave her a new purpose as her first follower.

Cassandra's cult of the Author haunts the hills and mountains around Shangra. With any opportunity, she takes any of his slaves he leaves carelessly exposed and deprograms them with her anklet - if they have nowhere else to go or cannot leave the valley, she indoctrinates them into her cult, promising an eventual end to his tyrannical reign.

Bio: Cassandra is naturally timid, and has many doubts about her strength as a result of her durance under Lord Shangra. Her dream relationship and subsequent power loan is helping her potential emerge, but healing is a slow process. To run the cult needed to power the crown, she knows, timidity won't do. Imitating the composure (though not mannerisms) of her beloved Author, she presents herself publicly - to her followers, visitors, and enemies alike - as the most powerful person in the room, above them but looking down with an affectionate eye and gentle hand for those weaker than her, always secretly plotting out what needs to be done a step ahead of everyone else. If she needs something from someone, she'll tease them to get their head spinning. It's stressful maintaining such a mask, but her dreams with her Author let her relax and be herself, since she has yet to find anyone in the physical worlds she could trust to be in her cage with her.

Cassandra has the full move potential of a Mew, but has an affinity for Ghost and Fairy types and so generally keeps to those. The dark part of her limbs can become the shadowy tendrils of a Mimikyu she can stretch to strike out or grab at lengthy distances. As the crown imitates those from Cult of the Lamb, she can similarly turn it into any tool she needs at the moment, as well as copy the form of any one weapon at a time. By gathering dedication from the followers of her cult, she can harness the ability of the Authors, letting her move between worlds and rewrite their narratives; she can keep track of how much she has so she doesn't get stranded in a world with no followers, and depending on what exactly she changes the whole thing can be dangerously costly to her well-being. Her anklet protects her from illusions, domination, and any such magic that manipulates the mind, by shifting the energy into some adjunct empty pocket space where it can disperse harmlessly; she can extend this effect to one target she's touching to gradually deprogram them of any magical or otherwise unnatural compulsions.

While holding the chain of her collar no longer controls her mind, it does hinder her from lying to or deceiving the one who does so, or striking at them without being touched first. Because the action is a very sore subject for her, especially without permission, she makes sure the moment they let go will be the moment they rue touching it in the first place.

She has two main goals. The first is the removal of her collar by the death or depowering of Lord Shangra, a high bar considering his fantasy defenses. The second is to find her beloved Author outside of her dreams.

About the Picture: Two days to sketch and scan, five days to draw in Inkscape, and about three days to write the description because I completely scrapped the original idea after the first for being too fucked up and resulting in a character I couldn't really do much of anything with (even though I don't do much with a lot of the adopts I buy). I think I've had pieces take longer, but I don't remember. I did my best to make sure she has the same proportions as her original adopt image, but next time I'm sketching the head circles manually instead of just finger-measuring it.

I think I might just be frustrated from all the bio-typing, because working on the image itself was a good time all things considered.

There are two variations of this pic: one in just the leotard and one in... less .