Rem_767 has a minion!

Keel the Slivyne

» BASIC «

● Name: Rem Michelle Bendica.
● Alias: #25874; Remmy.
● Gender: Female.
● Appears: Twenty-two.
● Birth Date: October twenty-fifth.
● Zodiac: Scorpio.
● Specie: Demon; cat.
● Ethnicity: Italian mutt.
● Orientation: Bisexual; prefers men to women.

» RELATIONSHIPS «

● Partner: Keel Fennel; Master.
● Father: Antonio Benedica; alive.
● Mother: Michelle Benedica; alive.
● Brother(s): n/a.
● Sister(s): n/a.
● Daughter(s): n/a.
● Son(s): n/a.
● Friend(s): Keel, Kourin, Valentine, Zero and Rin.

» DESIGN «

● Height: five foot, six inches.
● Weight: one hundred, thirty-five pounds.
● Build: very voluptuous with a stereotypical hourglass figure which is to say she has plumper hips that form a plump backside, tiny waist and a large bust (D-cup).

● Eyes: narrow shaped, dark green colored.
● Hair (style): longer in length nearly reaching her bottom, bangs are parted off center and tend to hang in front of her face (unless purposely pushed back) but still framing her face.
● Hair (color): burgundy.
● Skin Tone: light tan with peach undertones.

● Scarring(s): n/a.
● Tattoo(s): one; small black widow on her left shoulder, black.
● Piercing(s): n/a.

» THIS & THAT «

● Likes: poisons, red and white roses, black widows, spider webs, most spiders, some snakes, the finer things in life, almost all genres of music, literature, cooking, lingerie, clothes (lots and lots of clothes), felines, stormy weather, the occult, candles, candle light (especially when she has the bathroom full of them and the lights out), bubble baths, silks, maids outfits, Keel scratching under her chin and running his fingers threw her hair, a dominating but not physically abusive males, strong males but not overly buff and cuddling (Rem is a total cuddle whore).

● Dislikes: dirt, scratchy fabrics, abusive males (can handle some abuse but generally doesn't like it), the smell of whiskey, a design not going according to plan, smelly or unclean people, not getting her way, losing, being dirty, tough skin, overly buff guys, her master getting hurt, being denied cuddles/sex/chin scratches/hair petting and cold water.

● Traits: feisty, flirtatious, egotistical, drama queen, loyal, spiteful, god complex, masochistic, secretly submissive, playful, outgoing, dangerous, mysterious, withdrawn, unrestrained with words, speaks her mind, manipulative, cunning, sly, intelligent, artistic, creative, vain, adorable (or so she likes to think so) and a vixen.

» The Black Widow «

"And here, my prize, the black widow. Isn't she lovely? And so deadly."
Have you ever had to conceal his secrets with concealer?
Have you ever wished you had the strength to fight back?
Have you ever wished for the courage to slip out of bed in the middle of the night and silently drag the razor a crossed his jugular vein?

I used to be like you. I used to be naive and pray to a non-existent god for the strength to fight back, for the courage to spill another human beings blood. But then I realized I was my own savior. For I already had all that I would need to silence him. For good.

The hallway light poured into his room like flood waters being released passed the flood gates after natures most furious downpour. Yet he remained peacefully asleep, unaware of his life drawing to a close.

My heart had began to pound, like a war drum in my ears as I closed in on my prey.



"Hey Tommy, what was the number of that slave we're supposed to be looking for?"
"Again?! I just told you not more than five minutes ago! Forget it. Its #25874."
"Ah! Here we are." He tapped the handle of his knight stick against the metal door.
"Let's just get this over with."

The sound of the gears inside the lock clicking startled me. The light's assault on my vision proved to be too much and instinctively they almost closed as my hand came up to shield them from the attack.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty."
"Hm? What-... What's going on?" The words had barely left my lips when the two men hoisted me to my unsteady feet. Their rough, disgusting hands painfully tight on my upper arms.
"Seems the chief is quite tired of your trouble making."
My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. "Oh?"
"Let me be blunt. You've earned yourself a one-way ticket to the camps. Aren't you just thrilled?"

Without hesitation I began to thrash about in their grasp, trying desperately to free myself from the two ogres grip. I knew in my heart it was fruitless but I had to say I tried!
The two men exchanged a snicker.

"Now why don't you two consider your options..." I coaxed; their brows both raised. They stopped in their track.
"And just what are our 'options' then, hm?"
"Isn't it obvious boys? I'm sure the three of us could work out a deal..."
The larger of the two lowered his head until he was eye level with myself. "Like sexual favors?"
"Yes, like sexual favors. I would be willing to do anything to avoid going to the camps... Anything." The words rolled pass my lips like honey; sweet but laid on thick.
"You or your 'sexual favors' aren't worth losing my job."

My web was in tatters and soon I was to be, too.

» CREDITS & THANKS «

001 graphics and coding by Alaska.
002 artwork, divider by Lavabeast.
003 thank you MOcheeka for allowing me to adopt Rem from you ♥️!