Taran Tula
From Changeling Venue
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Overview
Alias(es): Taran Tula, The Spider King
Real Name: Uknown
Location: Gulf Breeze Florida
Age: Unkown
Seeming: Beast
Kith: Venombite
Court: Summer
Virtue: Justice
Vice: Lust
Concept: Spider Warrior
Physical description:
History
Current Activities: Background:
Taran sat upon the rooftop of the crumbling boat dock staring out over the city and sighed, he hated how he couldn’t remember who he was here, hated his keeper for taking away from his life, any family he might have had, friends, children, pets. Most of all he hated the hiding but he bided his time, soon enough he knew he would have his chance and he thought back to those horrible days.
He remembered being a hunter, or was it a gatherer, no he was a hunter, keeping his masters chambers free of juicy tasteful bugs, he always made sure to keep out of site for when he didn’t his keepers displeasure took the form of a rolled up papers or whatever was handy to sweep him painfully out of site. He existed like this for some time till his keeper found a new use for his little pet, an assassin. He doesn’t remember how or where he learned how to fight but knows he failed his keeper somehow and he was cast into the wood shed and locked away with the other spiders, fighting for space and food, eating the others to survive all in all not bad for a spider ... but he wasn’t a spider, was he? Some time went on before he found the tiny nook and squeezed through, how had he missed it ? How had all of them missed it? The spiders poured out of the wood shed in the thousands forming a seething blanket of mottled death that bit and clawed anything it came across as it poured into the house overwhelming the keeper and his kind.
All he remembers after that is the pain, the mind searing pain as the thorns tore his naked flesh, his mind screaming in his head at the horror of it all, he thought it would never end and what seemed a lifetime later he smelled it, sand and saltwater and a memory came to him, a beach, with it it brought something he had no memory of ever feeling happiness, warmth ... the sun on his skin the heat ... yes the heat guided him till he emerged from the hedge. He laid there ... breathing in the heat feeling the sun on his face. He looked around the inside of the house, and for the first time noticing the key ring in his hand .. where had he gotten that ... he heard people coming and dashed into the closet nearby and hiding himself, soon the sound faded and he grabbed some ill fiiting clothes and disappeared into the night through a window knowing only one thing ... he would die before he went back to that place ...
Associations & Associates
none as of yet though I am looking for character tie ins in the South East Region
Character Inspirations
The inspiration for this PC came from my own mild phobia of spiders and helped along by the picture above
Soundtrack
Quotes
I have a little spider,
And I'm very fond of him;
He climbs on to my shoulder,
And then up to my chin;
He crawls down my arm,
And then down my leg;
Now he's a tired little spider
So I put him into bed.
Rumors
Contact
Name: Bryan Odom US2002066295
Email: throwspar@yahoo.com
