"Hah, like hell if I'm gonna let Maxwell write my introduction. He's already done enough damage with this 'artwork' kick he's been on.

"I'm Amelia Ingraham, Ames to my friends, and Maxwell's first creation. You'd think that being the 'eldest sibling' wouldn't be a bad gig, but it also means that the overzealous oaf pretty much threw me together as quickly as possible, meaning I didn't have a whole lot to work with when I started out. I'm pretty damn straightforward as a result, so I say what I mean and if you don't like the lack of sugar-coating, well...sucks to be you, I guess. I have very little patience for stupid and, unfortunately, a LOT of people are stupid, but if you manage to work your way into my good graces you'll have a loyal if not brutally honest friend.

Vore stats: "...Stats? The hell does all this terminology mean? Let's see...
"Well, I am a predator. I devour other people whole. It's pretty much the reason I exist at all so at least I've come to enjoy it somewhat. I'll eat just about anyone I can fit down, willing or not (hopping in of your own accord is a nice way to get to those good graces I mentioned), so if you're not interested in becoming my personal Meow Mix you'd better bring more fight to the table than the usual kicking and screaming. Oh, but one other thing: I don't eat other cats, not unless they manage to severely piss me off or they actually ask me to (in which case, in you go; a willing meal's a willing meal).
"...What, prey? Like I said, I'm a predator. I know some folks are into it, but getting crammed into something else's stomach generally isn't my idea of a good time, and I'm very good at making that point clear. There are only a select few people in the world that I would at all willingly allow to eat me and--spoiler alert--you're not one of them. So if these term things are right, I guess that makes me an insistent pred and a defiant prey.

Abilities 'n such: "Uhh...pretty standard fare as far as Ingrahams go. I'll automatically reform if I die, not that I've particularly needed to rely on that much. More recently, Maxwell finally grew a conscience and wrote in a means for me to revive my prey within 48 hours of eating them. That's still at my discretion though, so if you want the trip to my belly to offer a return flight, best not to push my buttons too much. In my time traveling around I've also gotten pretty good at keeping a low profile if you know what I mean, so I guess you can count that as a skill.

"There, is that everything? Can I go now? God, this introduction stuff is boring."