"Need sailors' blood to keep you alive then?"
"No. I love sailors...but pirate souls feed my fire."
"Pity...'cause our souls be spoken for!"

Name: Sitri (assumed name), former human slave name 'Annabelle' (She remembers this name, no one else knows it and she would not answer to it.)

Rank: Captain of the Sensual Dream ("I am the captain of the Black Pearl. No-one challenges my authority.")

Actual Age/Apparent Age: 264 / 20s (?)

Gender:Hermaphroditic (reproduces via larvae when in elder brain tank), but has Female gender appearance.

Race: Abberation - possible failed ambutory elder brain, insufficient psychic skill registered (Renegade/Failed Ceremorphosis Illithid)

Description:

Natural:

A nine foot tall statuesque giant the female ideal, although not the human one. Her body is physically stunning in it's fundamental appearance, with an ideal hourglass figure suited to her tall frame, an astonishing bust and legs that go on forever. Of course, she also bears the head of a squid or octopus, with four shorter tentacles and two ones that approach her own height in length (perhaps eight feet, before they stretch) which ripple with muscle. Her skin is a bright shade of purple, dotted with brilliant blue rings - much like that of the blue ringed octopus. It also consistently secretes a slick, sticky slime that seems to leave a residue on everything and smells (and tastes) disturbingly pleasant, while having all the pleasant texture of the slop they eat in the Matrix, only more solid.

Human:

A medium height, exceptionally curved figured woman with unruly purple hair that seems to fall around her head like it was underwater, as well as strange pink, purple or blue... growths, on her skin. Her body is physically stunning in it's fundamental appearance, with an ideal hourglass figure suited to her medium frame, an astonishing bust and the ideal waist, as well as legs - it seems unlikely this appearance was formed naturally, and she seems somehow a little uncomfortable in it. But none the less, she pulls off an elegant burlesque-style of beauty, when given the chance. She seems to be always slightly sweaty - attractively so, as if just having finished something mildly strenous to catch the eye, yet it never stains her clothes and smells... almost like the flavourless portions of chocolate.

Abilities/Skills:

"All right. But if you go and brave the weird and haunted shores at World's End, then you will need a captain who knows those waters."

Under revision - a creature gone beyond sanity and beyond the worlds edge, who provides but the finest of slaves and treasures from realms best left unspoken. Powerful Psionic and Arcane Spellcaster
Physically average, exceptional tentacles, competent with blades, whips etc...

Master Breeder of Myconid-type entities, as well as Abberations.

"Brace up yards, you cack-handed deck apes. Dying is the day worth living for!"

History:

Sitri is from the Astromundi Cluster (an old Spelljammer setting), she can essentially be descrobed a high level D&D adventurer who following an abrupt disagreement with a former owner and captain... grew her own vessel from the bodies of likeminded slaves. Sensually aroused monsters who wished to be trapped and be free - and together with her, they are.

Sitri is the worst kind of failed Mind Flayer breeding, a Ulitharid where the host retained its memories - close to the fabled 'Abomination' the race feared. She lived with her own kind in fear for some time, to learn how to live as an Ulitharid, but then fled their society by volunteering as a diplomat to the other species of the Cluser.

She had wild adventures trying to stop the Solar Empire from burning people (and everyone else) with Solar Magic and her own people from turning off the Sun to plunge the Cluster into eternal darkness. Think the highest kind of over the top, Star Wars style space opera, only fantasy. She was not perhaps a good person, she's ultimately too selfish - both the frightened slave that still wonders if she'll one day wake up to find another mind controlling her body, and the powerful creature that resulted that... well... pretty much everyone but her friends disliked. During this period, she gained the memories of the original Mind Flayers - the abberant slave race forced underground by the beautiful and powerful human Empire, who rose in revolt only to find Demons laying waste to their world.

Consequently, she's in a very odd position as a person - she's sympathetic to her species and to slaves, the tortured and the lost, but also to completely unsympathetic, depending very much on their actions. The world, she has determined, has birthed horrors.

Now that she is Captain of the warped hive mind of semi-Abberant, semi-human flesh creations that is the Sensual Dream she and they have replaced their longing for the hivemind with a longing for each other.

There are many horrific things you can say you written, but that your ships captain has ooze-covered tentacle sex with her own voidjammer, and kidnaps innocent women who's only sin is to share that fantasy to act as the vessels power source until they run low. When they may leave the vessel, or opt for symbiotic bonding and become the most terrifying crew-woman courtesan.

For this - and for the torture that opened her eyes to pleasures, she is greatful to the one who was then her former owner and captain. Odd, but true.

He was family, and for reasons almost to complex to explain - but mostly focus on her demi-species need for connections, family is almost like water to her.

Here will be told the story of how she passed beyond the world and left her prior family behind, left behind insanity, consumed an elder brain which she then somehow became. Formed a pirate crew as wicked, selfish, deviant and loving as she is - her family may be monsters, but they're her family, and her monsters.

Culture:

"Take what you can, and give nothing back!"

"Deceitful and black-hearted, perhaps we are. But we would never go against the Code. Well, perhaps for good reasons. But mostly never."

A once broken mind now mended into something that is best described to be without morals, Sitri has had all she ever was taken from her - and yet at the same time she taken that all back and more. She lives a life of wealth and comfort which few can dream of, she has both psionic and arcane power to shatter her foes and the physical strength to shred their head - as well as enough skill with dagger, blade and pistol that she does not disgrace herself.

Yet... she does give back - for all that her vessel delivers quivering eggs of terror and delight. For all that her vessel itself is made up of those very victims, no more will she do harm simply to see if she can. She knows she can, so better find someone to drive further.

She is an erudite, arcane monster who surrounds herself with cast-offs and by blows, seeking to empower them as she has been. She loves freely and madly, letting logic and illogic mix in a way that should scare another.

"We're pirates. Not bleeding-heart-do-gooder-Robin-Hood-hero types. We don't do rescues."

Sexual Orientation:

Pansexual tentacle monster with strong sadistic and masochistic tendencies. She is capable of radical psionic and arcane based transformation and commonly appears extremely well disguised as a human woman and plaything. While she might turn her nose up at conventional aids to love, her myconid and abberant-based creations are infamous for their wicked, cruel, loving attention. She cannot be said to have a sexuality - as it is a non-reproductive act, she associates it very differently and gives it freely. She has, upon occasion had to be informed by her crew that was an insult and humiliating. Intellectually, she knew it was... but... who cares? Oh? She should. Blades at dawn?