Name:
Eric Taran

Nickname:
Arachis

Age:
Unknown. 14 when he 'died.'

Gender:
Male

Height:
5'4"

Weight:
136 lbs

Alignment:
Neutral Evil

Story:
Even as an unnaturally beautiful child Eric Taran was never loved very much, even by his own mother and father. Despite being born into a high-class environment his father was physically abusive, and his mother busied herself with alcohol rather than his company. Disallowed from ever leaving the house, only friend was a gangly Black-Widow spider he found in the basement. This spider was much more of a friend than one could imagine, as Eric had, since birth, the capacity to communicate with Spiders. His gifts, which let him communicate with the arachnid kind both vocally and telepathically, were seen as a forbidden witchcraft and were the source of his cruel parents' great dislike.

One day, desiring to meet more friends, Eric summoned thousands of spiders to join him in the cellar for a party. Of course, the sudden influx of pests in his parent's mansion was highly noticable. When the parents noticed a fat orb weaver crawling its way to the basement, they stumbled upon the said 'Spider Party' and decided it was time for their son's insanity to end. They hired an exterminator to eliminate the arachnid vermin, and personally purchased several gallons of vaporous bug-fogging fluids to use for their own schemes. The exterminator sprayed all around the basement, much to the horror and bloodcurdling screams of Eric. Eric tried to rush in and save his friend, but his parents held him still and forced him to watch every last one of the spiders die. When the exterminator was paid for his services, Eric's parent dragged their son back down to the basement. In his sorrowful state, he could not fight them as they roped him to a pole, and then dropped the bug fogging fluids they had bought upon him. The closed the door on his muffled screams and went about their day. Content that when he died they would simply report it as an accident, and then sue the exterminator.

A few days passed, and the parents were never better, or so they thought. Though they had not been bothered by Eric or his arachnid pals, they hadn't bothered to check on Eric's body. A single spider remained alive; the same black widow Eric had intially befriended. And as perhaps an act of God or vengeance, Eric's enchanment and friendship with the widow led her crawling through the mansion all the way to the Master's Bedroom where Eric's father slept. And so, in the dead of night, the widow buried her fangs into Mr. Taran's neck, bringing him instantly awake, but suffering from the venom. He dragged his poisoned body through the house calling for help to no reply, eventually arriving at the basement door. Convinced on his last breath that Eric was still alive he flung open the door to find a wall of spiders. Unable to repent, the wall collapsed on Eric's father, and devoured him down to his bones.

When the mother awoke, the house was now no longer hers. Curtains has been eaten away and were now thick lacy webs. Paint and gloss were chipped off and spatted completely black. The house was no longer a gilded, warm, golden manor, but a blackened infested spider nest. Her bed was crawling with tarantulas. Her hair was this with orb weavers. The walls writhed with insects, and standing in her doorway, petting a fattened puppy-sized arachnid, was Eric, wearing his best suit. Eric smiled at his mother who was paralyzed with fear, then went to her board and poured himself a drink. He took his revenge on his mother by doing nothing to aid her suffering bestowing a cruel irony on the last of his family. No one know what all happened to the mother. There was a scream yes, a terrible scream. But nothing else. Maybe she lives. Maybe she died of fear, or spider bites. The only thing for sure, is that Taran Hall, is now Tarantula mansion. The kingdom of spiders, ruled by Arachis, their lord.

Anything Else:
He has a pet named Chelle. She's also a spider.

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