((Hey everyone! I've decided to join in on the fun with the rest of you. Though I am sorry to hear that you're leaving Glaive it would have been nice if you were involved in the RP with me as well.))<br/><br/>Name: Zaida (( most commonly known as the Dark Empress ))<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Species: Drider<br/>Descrpition: A half human, half spider being. She is eight feet tall with a human face and torso, but spider legs and abdomen. Her hair is like silver thread that flows down to her waist. Her skin is a light purple color and her breasts are C-cups. She has two yellow eyes and a gorgeous figure that she doesn't hide with clothes.<br/>Bio: Sadistic and cruel beyond measure. All that have heard of her hardly ever dare to utter her name. She is a fierce fighter and enjoys tormenting her enemies to hear their agony ringing in her ears. She acquired the title of Dark Empress ever since she fought against a valiant race of noble people who wished her no harm, and won. It goes without saying that they no longer exist, unless you count the fat she's added to her ample body.<br/>Abilities: Her natural weapons are her claws, spinnerets, and venom which can be lethal. Also has some Dark magic.<br/>Weaknesses: Her venom and webbing is not infinite and she has a terrible fear of fire.<br/><br/>Servant/Successor/Apprentice<br/>Name: Turin<br/>Species: Unknown (( His body has been marred and scarred to such a degree that he is unrecognizable.))<br/>Bio: It is unclear why he serves his mistress Zaida, but it clear that he has unflinching loyalty to her. He is draped in bandage wraps that cover everything but his eyes. Over top of this he wears a black hooded cloak that envelopes his entire face in shadow. It moves with a limp and his speech is slurred. He is nothing more than a husk or shadow of his former self.<br/>Abilities: A master of concocting various poisons with scientific technology as well as experiments (aka alchemy)<br/>Weaknesses: Very frail and weak. No combat abilities at all.<br/><br/>The branches of the trees overhead intertwined so tightly with one another that they concealed all light from penetrating the overshadowed ground below. A small, darkly clad figure in a hooded cloak and knee boots stumbled along, carrying a black case, timidly followed a confident drider with long flowing silver hair.<br/>Nearby the panic of a deer bolted from the cover of a bush and ran deeper into the darkness.<br/>"What was that?" The small man was startled and his voice jumped and quivered. He dropped the black case in fright and clutched at the figure that he had followed so closely through the darkened woods. "It's there," he squealed. "I can see it, it's in the trees."<br/>His companion grabbed him by the ear. "Keep quiet, Turin. The world doesn't need to hear your voice."<br/>The small man pinched his eyelids together as he tried to peer into the darkness and hide under his companion at the same time. Turin didn't like the darkness and he hated the night. Bravery was for other people, and the night was to be spent by the fire. Here in the woods was a different world for Turin, a world he did not belong. The wood was the place of cremble, uso, and clor. Turin feared the clor more than anything.<br/>Turin grasped his companion's leg even tighter as a gentle breeze rustled the brown, crisp leaves in the trees.<br/>"Is it a man or is it . . .<span style="font-style: italic">them?</span>" He could hardly say the words; his right leg shook, his eyelids twitched, his mouth went dry and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.<br/>"Them?" hissed his companion in his face. "Who are<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>? Can't you say the word? What are you frightened of?"<br/>Turin hunched his shoulders and buried his face in the tough, black leg of his tall, angry companion. "Clor," he whispered feebly, trying to muffle his voice so they would not hear him.<br/>His companion raised both her hands and cupped her mouth like the bell of a trumpet; she took in a deep breath and with a voice that came from the depths of her soul, she bellowed: "Clor. Clor. Clor." The voice echoed around the woods; a small animal scurried from the brush and ran deeper into the undergrowth.<br/>". . . No." whispered the now terrified Turin. "Please, Mistress Zaida, don't say that word, they will hear and they will come and get us, my mother said--"<br/>He was hastily interrupted.<br/>"Us, Turin? Did you say us? Zaida towered over the cowering, frightened form of her servant. "I fear nothing and no one, and they have every reason in the world to fear me. Today, my little friend, you will see who I really am and you will not say a word to anyone. I control creatures that are far more frightening than the clor. One word of what you see today and you will never dare to close your eyes again, or want to see the sun go down on another day. Now come on, we have work to do."<br/><br/>(( Looks like I got a little carried away with my first post.<img alt="^^;" src="./images/smilies/sweatdrop.gif" title="Sweat drop"/>))