Xavier Ananasi

From Changeling Venue

Seeming	Fairest Incubus
Court	Spring Court ••
Freehold
Player	Adam Lake

1 Overview
2 Character Information

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Overview

Alias(es): The Spider Seer

Real Name: Xavier Martin

Age: 24/50

Concept: Black Widow

Entitlement: None

Appearance (Mask): A good looking young man, with a sense of style and flair. Always seems to looking for his newest “catch”.

Appearance (Mien): His face is dotted with eight black eyes resembling that of a spider. In the middle of his forehead is the mark of the Black Widow. Many small spiders wander to and fro all over his clothes.

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Character Information

Xavier is known as a Seer and lover. His mastery to the Omen Contract is near unparalleled. He often council other Lost in their personal struggles.

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My Web of Lies

Tales Already Spun: Fate it seems… is cruel mistress. I call her The Widow. She was terrifying… yet beautiful in an alien way. Her pale skin and long flowing black hair. Her carapace seemed to form a corset around her chest. She carried herself with the utmost poise. We were her toys her slaves… many of the others only could dream about there fate. For once you were called to be the Widows lover… you were never seen again. Except for me… that is. I learned our true purpose… or so I suppose. The Gentry have a complex and paradoxical court system… one noble constantly vying for power over another. The Widow had her way of keeping the edge and blending it to her desires at the same time. When you were “called” the ogres came and took us out of the basement (I use that word lightly… the basement was very decadent) the would march in an choose one of us and you would never see them again. Some were deluded into thinking they got to go home… poor fools. Sometimes, I wished I was never picked… I may have never escaped, but I wouldn’t have to go trough the horrors that I lived through. They lumber into t he room and glazed around with there beady little eyes and found me lying on the bed of silk (The Widow had a love for silk). Grom, one the ogres, reached his black hand out and beckoned me to come. A chill went down my back… It took all of courage just to stand. I walked with Grom and his companion down a hallway I had not seen in ages (since I was first brought down here). They took me to the bathhouse. I was bath in hot spring bath with herbs and flowers, it was the sweetest smell… One thing that I miss. I was dressed in fine silk outfit and led into The Widow’s chambers. Words can not describe the beauty and horror she gave me. I won’t even try. First she made idle conversation. Pretending to care and the like, all the while her hands wandered. The Widow is a very… attentive lover. Always doing what you want… and when you want it. That’s when it all goes down hill. Then like all Widows… she goes for the kill. Like the spider, she poisons… its tingly at first… when her fangs just break the skin. Then it throbs and you see colors and begin to convulse. That is when you begin to speak non-sense… well nonsense to us. This is exactly what The Widow wants. You see, her venom… the kiss of death… opens you to the Wyrd in a different way. You see visions, the future and the past… such powers of prophecy kills the victim. At least, it’s suppose to… but not me. I lived! If ever I have see a member of the Gentry look truly surprised… it was then. She looked me over with her beautiful eyes. Then called for Grom took take me to my room. However, I was not taken back to the others. I was lead to this room… dark and beautiful. It was there I stayed for… some time. It was there I took on the mien of The Widow. In the dark, the visions would come to me, while the lingering traces or her poison left my body. I saw home… the fetch that was left behind. I saw blood… Grom came again. Dressed me in fine clothes again. Led me to The Widow, I tried to fight it, but she is far to charming… the fly knows it’s the spiders web, but still enters none the less. It still hurt… the convulsing… the visions… especially when you have as many eyes as I do… but I did not die. The dark room became the closest thing I had to a home. The more The Widow tried to kill me with her ecstasy and visions… the more vivid the visions became. Soon, she stopped trying to kill me. One day she visited me and my room. She lavished gifts upon me. Fine clothing and a small measure of freedom. I could travel around the house/pallor. I almost became an “Advisor” or slave… or both. In my trips around the parlor I found many other changelings like me. Since, I had become to look more and more like The Widow many of the changelings begged for my affection. This, was my first taste of the power of desire… the rush… Oh but I ramble… so… why won’t you come into my parlor?

Tales Currently Spinning: Xavier is the only known surviving member of the original Cincinnati Freehold before the “Massacre”. He disappeared afterwards, only to found years later. Now Xavier hits his old hot spots around the city searching for the key to his own fate.

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