ItsFulgrim
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Who am I and what I'm looking for in this story:
I am Fulgrim, I am a multi-paragraph writer, so expect a bit of craziness when I am VERY inspired, but don't worry, I won't be making you write more than what you're used to!
. I have a focus on Sci-Fi and Fantasy, be it high Fantasy or not, I love communicating while writing, so don't be shy, and do share any ideas you have! If you need an extra writer by your side, I'm the right person to text!
I am Fulgrim, I am a multi-paragraph writer, so expect a bit of craziness when I am VERY inspired, but don't worry, I won't be making you write more than what you're used to!
. I have a focus on Sci-Fi and Fantasy, be it high Fantasy or not, I love communicating while writing, so don't be shy, and do share any ideas you have! If you need an extra writer by your side, I'm the right person to text!
While I'm not picky about my partners at all, in this ocassion I do expect someone who can do some Romance, Action, Adventure, and the slightest amount of Slice of Life.
This character requires someone who cares for her even if at the start they try to murder each other.
She's a sweet and loving character, so expect some pretty tragic things happening to her. The story that we would be writting would be after the events that I will be talking about in this post.
I only work here! It can be through Dms or Forums, I don't mind on that front as long as it remains on site!
Genre: Modern Sci-Fi / Futuristic Science Fiction / Fantasy (Can be switched to either with just a few changes), Romance, tiny bit of Angst prior to interacting with Your Character, Supernatural.
WARNING: Violence! Done tastefully of course, keeping the bloody and gory bits and minimum for this example.
This person has eight eyes and can produce webs. Bassically, she has a spider theme.
This is an old character I'm re-writing. If you're interested. I'd be so happy if you let me know so we can write about her! She needs a love interest or, a very good friend, but I don't mind her having an antagonist as well!
Real Name: Valvaria Ahr'hakanea Solmarea
Nickname: Arachnea
Age: 22 (Date of birth, July 13, Friday).
Species: Human with Spider traits An abomination, born from the blood of a being from another reality and a mortal.
It all happened on a cold night of July; a woman dressed in old and torn clothes walked into a hospital. She looked sickly, and clearly about to give birth. The staff managed to get her in and attempted to help her with all that was available at the time. They managed to save her child, however, the woman was not able to survive the birth, she passed away mere minutes after her girl was born.
She didn't identify herself, nor did she give her baby a name before she closed her eyes, and left this realm. The baby, was left with no family, due to whoever was her father never claimed her either. The night was uneventful, she never really cried, but she was stable. However things changed the morning after.
The nurses made sure to check on her, but she had presented changes. Her face had three small spheres underneath each eye, dark like obsidian, glassy; they were eyes, similar to those os spiders. She also had two small fang-like teeth growing out of her gums. A sticky substance leaked from her palms, turning silky once it began to dry. This was unlike anything they'd ever seen, she was... A monster to them, as such, it didn't take long before people began to hear the rumor.
A group of mysterious people, claiming to be scientists, had come to take the girl away and investigate her, the people of the hospital did not complain, mostly due to fear of what this little demon may had been. Everyone was silenced, every record of her deleted and burnt for the sake of making her untraceable.
From that day onward, she was named Subject 012, as a way to avoid attachments to the girl, but that didn't stop most of the staff giving her the nickname Arachnea due to her spider-like features.
The girl grew up in containment, in a room similar to that of any child her age, she had toys, books, decent food and even received visits from different people of the facility so that she may develop a knowledge on how to handle social situations, in fact, she managed to establish a healthy friendship with a woman who snuck candies into her cell and often read bedtime stories for her. She was taught how to walk, talk, read. All the basic things that a parent would show their kid, having the academic knowledge of a 10th grader at best.
Her stranger qualities were also tested, she quickly learned how to create a spider web with her own hands, and discovered how nimble and strong she truly was thanks to arduous tests she was forced to do.
Though she never lacked food or the warmth of a bed, she began to grow unhappy, remaining confined to the same four walls, day after day made her bored through her teenage years, she turned rebellious over time, even a bit violent, but the people behind the tests decided to dimiss these issues, taking it as something as simple as it being a phase.
But as it tends to happen, ignoring small problems, only lead to them growing, and eventually, the day came, when she turned seventeen, she was considered too dangerous to be kept alive.
She had grown frustrated, aggresive and uncontrollable during the past year. She threw tantrums often, but they had never been as bad as that day. Arachnea, did her usual routine, she complained and yelled at the people who were assigned to do her tests that day; the situation only went further downhill as they, instead of taking the situation calmly, threatened her to get her to cooperate, clearly, this did not work.
Arachnea was enraged, and used lethal force agains the three unnarmed folk, leaving them on a critical state, killing one of them in the process. Armed guards managed to intervene and save the two remaining researches.
The head of the research team decided they had wasted too many resources, and didn't get the results they desired, in a moment of desperation and anger, he decided she had to be terminated, if things would only get worse, she wasn't worth their time, perhaps... One of the other experiments would give better results soon.
That night, in her sleep, a woman entered her room; she was armed, with cold, calculated movements... She shot, over and over, until her gun's magazine was empty.
Arachnea woke up from the burning pain in her abdomen, looking up in horror, she knew this woman. She wasn't sure what hurt the most, her bleeding wounds, or the fact that the person that attempted to murder her was one of the few people in the facility who she actually trusted, someone she considered a friend to some degree.
When the woman was done, she turned away, putting her weapon away and starting to walk away as if she'd just taking a bag of trash out.
Arachnea's body grew colder, and just as she was at the brink of death, she sprung back to life, as if a burning flame ignited in her core, her wounds, although still open, had stopped bleeding, her mind dazed in rage, she stood up, and tackled her agressor onto a wall, in a violent fit of anger, the woman was left... Disfigured.
To this day, she still has the scars of the encounter along her chest and belly, as a reminder of what happened when she allowed herself to her trust onto someone else.
She went out of her containment, the burning in her body continued, despite her mind being clouded, a voice called to her, telling her what to do, to run, escape, to find him. Sadly, on her escape, she was forced to continue to harm people. It wasn't her intention, she never truly wanted to kill anyone, but the voice in her brain compelled her to, it was so loud, almost painful, her body was acting on its own.
Arachnea didn't know any of these people, she wasn't aware of anything, she didn't know if they were innocent, if they were forced to work here, if they also had suffered similar fates to her; she was scared, she wanted to survive, she didn't want to feel that awful pain anymore.
She was acting only by instinct, that is until she found one, who pleaded for their life. This man had not harmed her, at least not with his own hands, however, he was with the bad people that had tried to hurt her, therefore, he was involved. But seeing the tears of someone who seemed truly repented made her realize what she had done.
Was it worth it? Is it fair to take someone's life without thinking twice? Was she not being the same as them by doing this?
She looked down at her hands, covered in the crimson life liquid of people she didn't even know the name of, she wondered, if they were just like her. That was the point in which she swore to herself not to harm anyone if she didn't have to, haunted by what she had done, she ran, escaping into a world that she did not know of, a world with moonlight, a world with grass, fresh air, stars, she'd never need to use violence again.
She was unaware if what saved her was magic like those fairy tale books she read about so much. But in the present time, she is not searching for an answer, she is just looking for a home, a place and a way to survive peacefully.
Her scars remain, her fear too. She escaped when she was 19, and now, she's lived 3 years on the outside world, living off of scraps, and what she's able to find by stealing, while she still has much to learn, and wishes to find a place to fit in, she is way happier than the time she spent in containment, and while she misses having a warm bed, and the nice food, she wouldn't change her freedom for anything.
She's finally begining to live, after all this time.
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