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Name: Widow
Age: 26
Race: Hybrid Arachnid
Sexuality: Straight
Job: Jack of Trades
Bio: The sun was rising, not quite peaking over the horizon yet, to cast a beautiful display of reds, oranges, and yellows with a hint of purple here and there across the sky. The trees blocked a lot of the color but one could still make them out through the branches. The city of stone began to stir, the merchants setting up their stalls in the market place and the blacksmith heating up his forge while looking out his Cellar Dwellers Blacksmith Shop. Other businesses were opening their shutters and preparing their ware to be bought from customers. The farmers worked their field while farm hands tended to the livestock. Soon the city was bustling with activity.
In a noble house one family was busy with preparations as well. A woman was propped up in bet, sweat dotting her forehead as her damp hair stuck to her face. She held her sister's hand so tightly her fingers turned white as she pushed. The pain was unbearable causing her head to tilt back as she cried out and pushed at the same time. Twice more she pushed before the baby was out, screaming it's little head off while they cut the umbilical chord and cleaned it up. The woman did not hear the baby's cries having passed out already from exhaustion. The other women took the baby from the room as the husband and sister watched over the woman. They should have been watching the baby instead for in that moment one of the women left with the baby, carrying it off towards the outskirts of the city. A ruined and forgotten place compared to the city around the marketplace.
The outskirts of the city held the homes of the poor, the rebellious, and the less fortunate. To one of these houses was the baby brought. The woman named the baby Samishii, in the Japanese language it meant lonely which is what she would always be because she would never know her true family or have friends. The woman raised Samishii as her own, teaching the child that the city was a place with unfair laws and with no care for the lowest classes. When Samishii was six she learned how flexible she was when she fell from the ceiling where she had been hanging, her either legs protruding from her back to help her cling to the ceiling. She was still getting the hang of it though seeing as she fell. her body twisted in mid air in a way that was unnatural but it helped her land safely on the ground one leg bent and the other straight out to the side (a lot like in her profile picture above). Her hands were on the ground palms flat to help brace herself. Since that day she has always tested her limits, she also found that her legs could retract into her back when not needed so she could disguise herself as a human to blend in.
As a teenager Samishii was very rebellious. She would sneak out late at night ot practice her combat skills, to steal things from the city that she needed, or to just wander around. Whatever it was, she met a group while she was out doing her own thing. Soon after she left home at only fifteen to join this group. They began to stir up trouble in the city, to keep her identity a secret she wore a faceless mask while out on missions in the city and gave herself the colors of red and white. She changed her name from Samishii to Widow, she felt it suited her style more. She was still a low rank in the group but was quickly moving up with her skills of stealth, flexibility, disguise, and combat.
By her early twenties Widow had rumors whispered in the city about her. They were calling her the Red Widow. They said you would only know she was coming after she left or if she wanted you to know, they said she had no bones with the way she was able to move. The one that made Widow laugh was the one saying her face had been cut away by an enemy in a fight and that is why she was faceless. The rumors were spreading from city to city as her missions took her further and further away from the ruins. Widow didn't mind her reputation though, it made her a bad a** among the rebels.
Personality: Widow is not very chatty, she will get right to the point of things when she had something important to discuss. She doesn't let her guard down often which makes it hard for her to trust people or make friends. She is not cocky or arrogant just because there are rumors about her or because her group thinks she is brilliant at executing missions. She does however act tough and put on a mean front so people leave her alone. It gets annoying with people hanging around wanting to hear her version of mission stories. She is very professional when she is out doing things for the rebellion. The only person that truly knew her was the woman who raised her though with how much Widow changed not even that is true now.
Friends: As they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. She may not have friends but with her growing reputation she will probably have a number of enemies. At least she doesn't have to worry about having someone's back or having them captured and used against her.
Enemies: The list just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Bounty hunters, city guards, families of those she'd had to take out, and more. It was nothing personal but they didn't think so it seemed.
Love: She figures there is no guy in the universe that would fall for her. They are either worse than her or would be appalled by the things she has done. It was probably better that way anyways.
Abilities: She is extremely flexible, like the people you see in Cirque de Soleil who can touch their head with their feet. She has eight arachnid legs that protrude out of and retract into her back that help her scale walls and stay on ceilings. She can have fangs protrude and retract from her elbows to use as poison blades. She has trained in combat though there is always room to improve her skills. She can be so silent and stealthy you won't even hear her come up and stand behind you. She can be a good asset as an ally and the worse nightmare to an enemy.
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