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Name: Rin
Aliases: The Third Calamity, The End of Days, Eater of Worlds, TerMEWnator, Rinny, The Heavy ArtiLOLIrey, Weapon of Mass Digestion
Age: "Rin is a big girl, mriaow!"(10)
Height: "Rin is pretty small for her age! (3')
Weight: "How much will you add~?" (40 lbs)
Occupation: Force of destruction, Walking Apocalypse
Personality: 0 regard for people that are food. You can do what you want, you'll gurgle down anyway~.
Hobbies: Making new clothing for herself from her prey's old clothing. They don't need it anymore.
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Rin doesn't know where she came from. She was found inside the abandoned ruins of a church. She mostly wanders the country-side where she was found, generally without purpose, or care.
Simply put, she doesn't particularly care for those around her, aside from the rare friend. Almost everyone is food to the neko. Anything from mice to entire dragons, she's eaten them all.
And as one person found out, if you squeeze her around the middle, the loli can indeed be weaponize, as she's been known to belch entire dragon skulls. Possession of the catgirl is officially a war-crime.
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The Johnson family was traveling in a caravan of 3 SUVs, 4 Trucks, and a single car leading the rear. They were out traveling the country as a family and doing a lot of sight seeing.
The Johnsons were a well to do family, but also an adventurous one. So well little Amy Johnson jumped up and down in the back of the seat of her dad's Dodge pickup, He laughed a bit. He flashed the hazard lights twice, signalling to the family that they were stopping for the day. After 10 seconds, all 8 of the vehicles pulled off to the side with excellent synchrony.
The head of the family, Terry, decided to set up camp on the side of the road while Bill took Amy up to that abandoned church to sate her curiosity. He heard what sounded a little like a purr. He chose to ignore it for now. Probably the wind.
When Bill pushed the door open, he saw a flash of dust as it opened. The smell emanating from the inside was foul. Probably just wood rot, he thought. He grabbed a flashlight from his pocket and ventured in with his little girl. The smell was getting worse. He couldn't really make out anything. "It's so dark in here, honey, why don't we ... Honey? Amy?" He didn't get a response. He only got a purr. The door slammed shut behind him. He lost his footing, and fell back.
The board broke, and Bill landed wrong on his leg. He broke his ankle. "Shit!" He was trying to catch his breath, staring around that abandoned church for Amy. "Amy! Are you okay?" No answer. He grunted and reached down for that flashlight as his eyes started to adjust. Each of the pews had several piles of waste piled on top of them. Bones stuck outside of them, or skulls, or jewelry. He screamed in eldritch horror at the sight of the carnage. It suddenly clicked. That flash wasn't a cloud of dust. He realized it was ... Some kind of beast!
Bill cried out in pain as he tried to crawl back out. An inspection of his leg revealed it was bleeding. He'd managed to lodge a bit of wood into it, and through it ... Ripping off the sleeve of his shirt, he tied it above the wound and tried not to panic. But eventually, the loss of blood became too much to bear, and he came to.
Several days passed before he came to. He was on a stretcher. He heard something about 'we'll have to amputate his leg.' Had to amputate who's leg? He was still coming to. There was an awful smell coming from the side of the road. "About 40 dead, by the looks of things. I guess some family called the Johnsons.. No leads. Same as that port town 40 keys north. Nothing but remains." Bill quickly sobered up and bolted upright, staring over at where the camp had been set. Tables dress, canopies raised ... And 40 seperate piles of shit. The entire Johnson clan wiped out. "Where's my daughter? Where is she!?" Somewhere, amongst the piles, they'd recover a few items.
Amy's locket was found amongst the refuse. Meanwhile, a small girl with a insatiable hunger and adorably soft feline features made her way to the next town, and a wave of annihilation in her wake~
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