Iriestina

>23:30:20 [Iriestina -> Torrah]: So. :3 This whole, character design thing...

[font color=white]It started small, like all little mistakes do. A drider attacks your house, you slay the bitch and be done with it. Hell, the guy was a druid, so he just buried the corpse and let it fertilize the plants.

What he didn't take into account was that the girl was pregnant.

Very pregnant, in fact.

She'd been looking for a place to lay her eggs for a while, now, and since she had been killed without a chance to do so, the fertilized egg remained within her body. But then it hatched prematurely. Granted, the magical energy around the druid's house probably helped along her development. But to survive like that, it was a miracle.

A miracle... or perhaps a devious plot.

That drider had not been romping around in the bushes lately. It had been captured and forcibly impregnated with a horrible creation of mad science and arcane manipulation. It would have been a dangerous task to raise the resulting young on one's own. But when combined with the magic-tainted new environment... the phrase "be careful what you wish for" comes to mind. Genetically, the creation was extremely unstable to begin with, and had just been pushed off the edge of the proverbial cliff.

Driders were solitary creatures, never ones to form strong family ties. But the fact that this one, upon hatching, simply ate through its dead mother's corpse from the inside out and just kept going should have been a warning. Of course, it is the kinds of warnings like these that no one ever sees or heeds. By the time it was hungry again, the druid stood no chance.

Soon, the attacks became more frequent. Whatever it was, it was not a simple spider beast. It did not follow the hunting habits of the observed species, and was far too brutal for any known creature of that size. The only things that had been left behind at the scenes were silk webs and, occasionally, some bone fragments or bits of clothing that the beast had discarded. With no other plausible theory, the townsfolk had gone to the local oracle, who revealed that it must have been the great and powerful beast of lore, whose name had long since been forgotten thanks to the convenient fact that no one close enough to learn it had ever survived.

This all made Iriestina very mad.

After all, here she was, a fresh graduate from Sauron's University for Monstrous Creatures (and a valedictorian, to boot), and her attempts to build a name for herself had gone unnoticed. The kills that people remembered most were from her childhood, before she was mentally competent enough to think to leave witnesses, and by now the reputation had been built for another, one who had probably perished long ago.

Hey, if your science project won the first prize and was written in the paper as Sir Issac Newton's Newest Discovery, you'd be pretty peeved, too.

The worst part is, she didn't even look like a drider. Well, okay, there was a resemblance, but it was faint, a mark of the tainted circumstances surrounding her birth. Unlike a spider, she bore six spindly insect legs, not eight. And contrary to the popular design for half-human spiders, she held control over four arms, making for a grand total of ten limbs. Now, while the word "arachnid" itself refers to Arachne, and not a number of limbs, the scientific community has become so firmly entrenched in its arbitrary classifications that it is not willing to bend the rules even for freaks of nature and magic.

Providing further suggestion towards her mixed heritage, she produces sticky silk, but not from spinnerettes at her abdomen. Or anywhere near her hips, for that matter. The web comes from her hands, tiny glands located beneath her poisoned claws. And speaking of poison, she has it all. Paralytics, nerve poisons, hallucinogens, aphrodisiacs, she literally has more venoms than she can count on one hand. And she has four hands total...

As well, her digestive system exhibits odd qualities. For one, her saliva is more basic than normal, meaning it has the ability to corrode acid-resistant metal. (Unless you're wearing full plate iridium, and a lead sheet under that to protect from the radiation.) It also tends to be rather sticky, almost to the point of imitating her web. If she drools on you, you're pretty much stuck. Which also makes it worth mentioning that she's very, very tall. Easily eight feet up to the bottom of her bestial half, and another twelve from there up to her gorgeous green eyes, the kind that have been rumored to out-hypnotize a snake charmer simply from their beauty. Indeed, if it weren't for the unfortunate condition of her lower half, Iriestina might be quite the looker, and even remains so for plenty of the monster community. But be warned. If you tell her "Bite me", she might consider that foreplay.

And then again... she might not. Which would probably be worse for you...

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