5 years ago, a strange parasite was encountered in a cave, it took control of human after human, until it spread worldwide. Now the few who remain live in fear and follow but one rule: Don't let them get under your skin, lest you join their ranks. You find yourself at a barricaded apartment complex, noises of life coming from inside.
How to check for infection: The parasite is visible under the back of an infected person's neck.
Inside the apartment, a figure sits in the corner, sharpening arrows with a small whetstone. She has hazel eyes and short brown hair, and this is one of the few instances you can see her face, as most of the time she wears her hood up. A mostly featureless mask, save for one horizontal slit for sight, sits in the corner at her side, and a jagged metal blade and crossbow lay next to her as well.
She stands up, briefly looking through the gaps in a boarded-up window to see her surroundings, before sitting back down and continuing to sharpen arrows.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Inside the apartment, a figure sits in the corner, sharpening arrows with a small whetstone. She has hazel eyes and short brown hair, and this is one of the few instances you can see her face, as most of the time she wears her hood up. A mostly featureless mask, save for one horizontal slit for sight, sits in the corner at her side, and a jagged metal blade and crossbow lay next to her as well.
She stands up, briefly looking through the gaps in a boarded-up window to see her surroundings, before sitting back down and continuing to sharpen arrows.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Stay back!" His eyes are covered by goggles and his mouth is covered with a facemask. He is wearing converse shoes, blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket. He also has sandy blonde hair.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
5 years ago, a strange parasite was encountered in a cave, it took control of human after human, until it spread worldwide. Now the few who remain live in fear and follow but one rule: Don't let them get under your skin, lest you join their ranks. You find yourself at a barricaded apartment complex, noises of life coming from inside.
Inside the apartment, a figure sits in the corner, sharpening arrows with a small whetstone. She has hazel eyes and short brown hair, and this is one of the few instances you can see her face, as most of the time she wears her hood up. A mostly featureless mask, save for one horizontal slit for sight, sits in the corner at her side, and a jagged metal blade and crossbow lay next to her as well.
She stands up, briefly looking through the gaps in a boarded-up window to see her surroundings, before sitting back down and continuing to sharpen arrows.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Outside, a figure look up at the building
She quietly picks up and loads an arrow into her crossbow, uncertain if this it friend or foe, watching to see what they do.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He fulls a crowbar off the side of his bag, and gets to work on opening a car's trunk
A man knocks urgently on the apartment door. "Let me in please!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man trying to get into the car's trunk pauses, hearing this. He puts away his crowbar and pulls out a combat revolver.
The man knocking on the apartment door turns sharply, pulling a 12 gauge Mossberg of his shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tucker raises the revolver, "Don't try it."
"Stay back!" His eyes are covered by goggles and his mouth is covered with a facemask. He is wearing converse shoes, blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a denim jacket. He also has sandy blonde hair.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes a step forward, they are about 10 feet apart, "Drop it."
The mans hands are shaking, he looks to be no older than 17. "Please stay back. I dont wanna hurt you!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just drop the gun." he takes another step forward. 9 feet apart now.
"How can i trust that your not infected?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I would've shot you before you knew I was here. Now drop it."
The kid slowly drops the gun and raises his hands. "Please dont hurt me..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
he walks over and picks up the shotgun, ejecting the shells from it. He reaches toward the back of the kid's neck to check for infection.
The kid is free of infection
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.