My name is Sicarus (It's actually Helena, but she refuses to acknowledge her current state as herself and has therefore picked out a name she hates as much as her situation.)
My Puppeteer is Lekanto Drifter.
I'm currently Two-Hundred Sixty-Nine.
What do I look like: I'm pretty sure I look like a female.
I am a bisexual.
Blood in me I'm a spider-thing of sorts... but don't go around telling everyone.
I bow to nobody worth noting.
Rank of power: ....What kind of answer are you looking for?....
I work for: myself. I'm the only one who knows what's best for me, right?
My weapon of choice is a crossbow with arrows laced with my venomous saliva. I also possess a pair of daggers, just in case.
I can also do typical spider things...Weave webs ten times my size, inject a digestive acid into the bodies of my victims and morph into a semi-spider form. I also have venomous saliva.
Note: The venom is a non-lethal neurotoxin that causes a burning sensation at the point of entry into the body as well as muscle pain and hallucinations. Harmless if ingested assuming you don't have any cuts in your mouth.
Weakness: Why would I tell you my weakness? (Flesh wounds may heal fairly quickly but he is still extremely mortal. Also, avoids close-range combat. Prefers to wait for victims to walk into a trap or ambush.)
Some say my personality is self-important, self-serving, self-preservationist, aloof and slightly sarcastic. Who knows where they get that idea from? I like to think of myself as a sweetheart -- Pfft!
A little something about me?
When I was young, I was an apprentice to a witch. I mostly ran errands. She always said that I had to "prove myself" before she would begin to teach me anything and, in the folly of my youth, I believed her.
Anyway, one particularly boring day, I began rummaging around her shelves and found a cage that I thought was empty. It wasn't until I opened it that I saw a small shadow streak out of it and disappear into my chest. The only way to describe the feeling after that -- it was as if my core -- my soul -- was being infected.
I scurried off to the witch believing she would help me but she refused saying something about how I shouldn't have been looking through her stuff and how I'd have to solve my own problems. Then, she fired me and kicked me out.
It was hard to deal with my body's changes, like the extra eyes that opened up on my temples , or the webs that would form between my fingertips. In addition, I can hear the voice of this shadow thing in my head! Apparently, he can’t survive long without a healthy body to host him so he’s bumming in my body until he can transfer to another one. Naturally, being the kindred spirit I am, I’d love to help him but he’s got no idea how to move his ethereal butt out. On top of that, he’s got no idea where to start looking. So, here I am roaming around hoping to stumble upon something useful with nothing but this leech and his promise that when we get close to something he’ll “feel” it. I’m beginning to worry that I’m just stuck being a monster.
