Name: Zak Edwards aka: Nephila, Golden One, Banana Boy, Golden Prince, Son of The Red Silk
Age: Young
Race: Spiders
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Assassin
Appearance: Zak is a smaller spider due to his age. He just recently molted into his youth and gained his colors. His skin is a pale white and his hair is a grey, six of his golden eyes sit on his face while the other two are on the crown of his head. His abdomen and his legs are covered in hairs and are the blackest black, covered in golden spots all over that glow in the moonlight. Even his hairs could be gold-ish in some lights.

• A Silken Bag
  • Tubes containg venom he has stored
  • 3 Silk Sacks filled fungi (to be eaten)
  • 20 Chips
  • A Curved Sword and a dagger
• Abdomen and Arm Armor
• 2 Dewdrop spiders
• Necklace bearing the Seal of his clan
• 2 Blades that cover his to front legs

• Espionage
• Knowledge of Venom, poisons, and toxins.
• Charismatic
• Nimble
• Flexible
• Strategic
• Swordsmanship

^{"Its never to late to change, we just need to be given the chance to show that we are all not that bad."}

Unlike most of his kind Zak is a nice guy. Even though he was trained to take the lives of others, by cold blooded killers, he himself sees value in life. Zak is considered too kind by most, when they meet him they immediately think that he is either plotting something or attempting to kill them. But let it be known, his smiles are genuine and if he offers you a hand its most likely to help (unless your his enemy). Zak, even though he is good mannered, he is not a fool or one to be taken advantage of, he can be your best friend or you worst nightmare and all with a smile.


Zak was born into a clan that was supposed to have been disbanded after the Spider Laws came into affect. This clan was known as the "Silk Weavers", know for producing great assassins, spy's and for gathering information. The Silk Weavers, during the Spider Wars, was headed by none other than Sergeant Major Edwards. The clan itself "disbanded" and became one of the foremost luxury silk producers in Entomos. The specialize in making silken produces of the highest quality and color.

What many don't is that the clan simply took up this facade in order to continue training their young for the future and they fights that may come. Zak was one of many in his brood, his mother was a assassin known as the Scarlet Seamstress (due to the color of her silk she left behind), and she took to the hidden tradition of training her young in not only alchemy but in the techniques of the clan. She was one of the daughters of Sergeant Major Edwards and was trained by him.

Zak was especially rare due to the golden color of his silk so his mom took good care of his training and growth. But he was not like his people or his brothers and sisters, he did not hate any of the other species and was always kind soul, it saddened his mother that a child with skill and talent like his does not have the desire to use such skills. So after he finished his training his mother sent him away to learn of the brutality his people face and not to come back until he has learned it.

Zak now travel Entomos in search of the "brutality" his mother spoke of, taking a job here and there to end the life of some villain, nothing too big just enough to help him get by.

Name: Mrs. Li
Age: Middle Aged
Race: Chinese Mantis
Gender: Female
Class/Job: Widow

• The full estates and manor of her late husband, Mr. Li Chen, and all associated enterprises
• Li Chen's journal of alchemical formulae, kept on her person at all times
• A sample kit of her late husband's more popular wares

• Mrs. Li is a capable housewife and highborn lady in all respects, from entertaining company to cleaning up when said entertaining goes horribly, inevitably wrong.
• Mrs. Li is possessed of all the abilities common to her kind- flight, camouflage, razor-sharp sickle arms, the ability to rotate her head 180 degrees, etc.
• Though considered a clumsy and an untalented fighter for her kind, the aftereffects of her husband's alchemical experimentation has gifted Mrs. Li with prodigious- some would even say freakish- size, strength, and appetite. She has also developed a tendency to spit corrosive acid when under duress, a fact which she finds extremely embarrassing.
• Mrs. Li is possessed of some minimal knowledge of alchemy due to her upbringing, though she still can't make heads or tails of her husband's more complex formulae. Li Ju's real talent lies with her deceptively sharp business acumen and experience in dealing with the noble houses.
• Mrs. Li knows her manor and the surrounding lands like the back of her claw, along with all it's myriad secret rooms and passages.

^{"It gets so lonely at night, up here in the manor..."}

Mrs. Ju was often noted for being a perfect match with her late husband up until his death: Remarkably well-mannered, exceedingly helpful, and monstrously absentminded. Following the death of her husband, Mrs. Li attempts to ward off loneliness with company, inviting all manner and class of arthropod into her manor for lunch. Unusually for a mantis, Li Ju prefers not to dirty her hands, considering violence boorish and unbecoming of a lady.

Li Ju (Originally Tang Ju) hails from the noble house of Tenodera. The 14th daughter of her brood, she likely would have languished her whole life as a minor court official had she not been the nymph-hood sweetheart (and occasional test subject) of the renowned alchemist Li Chen. Chosen as the famously-chaste apothecary's mate only a week or so into full adulthood, what followed was a whirlwind romance filled with passion, excitement, and highly unethical mantid experimentation.

All dreams, however, must come to an end, and so too did Mrs. Li's husband. He was found messily decapitated in his study one summer night, the remains of his head having vanished without a trace. The door, though locked, showed no signs of forced entry, and the only other person with a key had been Mrs. Li herself- who confirmed that none could have possibly entered her husband's study without her knowledge, due to the layout of the manor. In absence of any clue to the murderer's identity, it was deemed a freak accident; the case remains unsolved to this day.

Mrs. Li was, of course, inconsolable over the entire matter. To cope with her grief, she threw herself into work, seizing full control over her husband's estates to protect them from the notoriously-ruthless noble houses. In doing so, the late Mr. Li's business enterprises have seen a remarkable rise in profits. Surprising, to be sure, considering the poor woman's reputation for absentmindedness.

Name: Xiao Ke or Seieibushi-Xiao
Age: Middle Aged
Race: Mantis
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Warrior
Appearance:
Xiao is a fine example of the Warrior class of Mantis. Tall, strong, and quite fearsome looking. His age makes his skin a darker green, almost black. His front Raptoral Forelegs are not the biggest of his Race, but still frightening to other races. When standing straight up, there no other Insect race that can reach his size, but he usually leaning frontward disguising his actual size. He has two large Talon arms with two smaller arms under them and stands on four legs. He eyes are smaller than the other classes of other Mantis.








Xiao is known as one of the most Honorable Mantis there is. Strict, but Fair. He is quite an amount of compassion for his old position in the Warrior Caste. He speaks quite formal and proper compared to the average Insect, showing his High class. Some find him quite suspicious due to his slow and calm nature and due to the Prejudice of most to Mantis, some would think he was constantly planning to cut their Head off and chew their innards. This of course is the furthest from the truth. Not because of his nature necessarily, mostly because eating Insects raw is considered disgusting...


Long ago the Mantis were absolute Savages in their past Wars. Losing themselves in the heat of battle and killing friend and foe. For awhile this proved effective, but as time grew with the neighboring sentient races, their Arrogant frenzies cost them many casualties. In war and in their culture as well. After the Sixer dynasty fell in shambles, the Mantis committed terrible acts among each other and waged war for years with one another. It wasn't until Kodenbushi-Kabu was born did the Mantis gain a sense of unity. Establishing the Current Kabu Dynasty today.

Kabu Xie was a Shogun during the Sixer Dynasty, and lead a small army of Mantis to reclaim the Throne and establish peace among the Mantis. Although the Mantis reputation as a species was ruined, he aimed to rectify this and bring Honor to his Insects. This was over 100 Birth cycles ago. Much has changed during these times. Some extremely controversial while some minor changes in their culture. Such as not eating Sentient Insects and dulling their Barbed Forearms. The controversy stems from their now established 'Elite Warrior Caste'. Kabu decided to raise an standing army during some of the Tension created by the Spiders before the Great Spider War. Most of the Mantis Warriors were commoners. Having just their Forearm's barbs re-sharpened and bringing any Armor they could buy or carry. Although Kabu created his own unit to lead his Mantis and to stop all acts of savagery their Hearts contain.

These Special Mantis were picked and trained from Birth. Not only in War, but in Honor. They were created to be Elite units. Few in numbers, but expertly trained. With the help of alchemy, they grew and extra set of arms under their forearms. Their wings were removed as flight was considered cowardly and made space for Battle armor. Their Forearm's natural barbs were filed down and replaced with 'Kana' blades. Their Eyes are shrunk to make them harder to injure and finally they have lost their original color's replaced with a form of Dark green. One for every hundred Mantis Warrior, were raised. They were brutally trained in War and Honor. Even going as far as committing a Honor suicide by their Tana Blades for losing a battle or allowing their controlling force to Frenzy and fight among themselves.

Xiao Ke was one of these Warriors. Being born into the Elite Warrior Caste and going to war as a young Mantis. He served in the Great Spider War in almost all fronts. The Underground Invasion of the Ants colony, the Defense of the Bee's tree, and even the Final battle of Entomos. Fighting with all different Species and Class of Insects. Meeting the Spiders on their front and contributing into Sergeant Major Edward's defeat. From the lonely rank of Apprentice to now a Seieibushi, Xiao in not stranger to War. Although the War has ended and Xiao was a stranger to the World. Due to the Spider Laws, his unit was disbanded. Meant to integrate into the Normal everyday Mantis culture. A task Xiao could not complete. Now he travels Entomos, doing any odd jobs that require his set of skills. Hopefully the call of battle with ring again, and he could serve his purpose before he dies of age.

Name: Michel Millesoeufs
Age: Young
Race: Butterfly
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Charmer
Appearance:

• Pheromones/Perfumes/Fragrances
• Sedatives/Tranquilizers/Non-lethal poisons
• Alchemical stimulants and depressants
• A bottle of alchemical fire oil
• Firedancer's sash
• Self-defense shears
  
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• Catamite Certificate

• Acting/Firedancing/Singing
• Good memory
• Charm/Persuasion
• Sex!
• A decent throwing arm
• Math/Literature/History
• Alchemy

^{"Did you think all butterflies were nobles? I may be cute, but I'm not exactly what you'd call 'high-born'."}

Michel has learned to overcome life's disappointments with a faux-cheery disposition and a sense of jaded resignation. He usually comes off as friendly and tends to flip between a happy, clumsy innocence and a submissive seductive playfulness. He deals with life as a pragmatist, seeking rational, achievable goals and doesn't try to reach beyond his station. He seems, for the most part, content with his lot in life.

Michel was raised in an orphanage that fell under the patronage of one Dr. Thaddeus Tonnere, a noble, alchemist, and trafficker. Michel's life became one of regimentation: strict diet, strict study, strict training. After all, he was being raised to be a catamite, a special class of boy-entertainers/consorts that were all the rage among the social elite. As a caterpillar, there was nothing to be done about his physique and appearance, so he was given lessons in intellectual subjects, since nobles wanted their precocious boy-toys to have at least enough intelligence to impress others and to follow a conversation or be receptive if their masters engaged in deep emotional outpourings. He was also trained in alchemy; catamites who could concoct and serve up pleasure drugs to their masters were worth much more than those who could not. Besides, Dr. Tonnere was something of a spymaster, so some of their training tended towards using their arts to serve that purpose. Michel's diet not only accelerated his onset of metamorphosis, but also made it so that his adult form kept certain physically young traits. Once he emerged as an 'adult butterfly' the physical and sexual training began. Upon completion, Michel attended parties and balls, going from client to client, doing a little snooping and drugging when ordered. For the most part, he lived an opulent and pampered life.

Name: It's just Mortarion now.
Age: Old
Race: Beetle
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Alchemist, Cleric, Doctor, and Mortician
Appearance: Mortarion is an incredibly tall being, towering over most other insects save for Mantis', though with how he kneels low to the ground most people don't particularly notice. When it comes to clothing he wears little more than torn black rags that covor most of his body.

• Wyrdstaff: A multipurpose tool that has become synonymous with the wandering cleric.
• Obsydian Dagger: Not a weapon per-say but when it comes to carving through flesh there is nothing better.
• Wanderer's Cart: As he has no home himself, Mortarion carries his belongings with him in a personal rickety cart. If he's staying in a city for any extended amount of time he makes arrangement's for proper storage.
• Healer's Bag: A bag filled with ancient looking tools that are nonetheless in perfect working condition, it won't feel very nice but you'll pull through.
• Dark Satchel: A much smaller bag filled with various vials and tinctures, all of them deadly and incredibly painful if mishandled.

• Primordial Gifts: Thanks to the various alchemical concoctions he's imbibed over the years Mortarion is much stronger than he appears, both in physical might and bodily constitution. Disease does not touch him and he's as strong as he ever was in his prime, his own blood sour and rotten to any curious nibbler.
• Medical Professional: Mortarion is an accomplished surgeon, a skill he honed by dredging through battlefields for survivors. His methods of healing, however, are very painful as he does not use any anesthetic besides a burning brew of his own making. You either fight through the pain and survive or let it consume you and perish.
• Vermin Empathy: There is a certain kindred between the various verminous creatures found on Entomos and himself. They don't mind his presence nor he theirs, and a gentle coexistence breeds between the two.
• Dark Alchemy: Through his communes with his Gods, Mortarion has amassed a great treasure trove of alchemical poisons and drugs. Able to curdle the blood of his foes while giving his allies the strength of ten beetles. Beware, however, as each of his drugs has their own price on one's body.

^{"Be still child, your insides will stay on the outside if you keep squirming."}

Mortarion is a stark, sinister figure who marchers throughout the lands by the whims of his fickle Gods. However he is not a malevolent entity, and in fact has saved countless lives over the years. It's just that Mortarion has a religious fixation on pain, viewing it as the crucible of which true strength is born from and that rubs many people the wrong way. Let it be known that he does not view himself as a cruel man, on the contrary, he has a great passion for life, it's just that he goes about spreading it in a way most people frown upon.

Ultimatly Mortarion is a compassionate old codger who only wants to bring out that inner fire in everyone no matter their race or creed, and no matter how dour his mood may appear or how dry his wit may bite, everything he does is for the betterment of others. Whether they wish it upon them or not.