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Clara strolls through the crowded sidewalks in New York. The sun was minutes from setting but the streets were as alive as ever. But it’s to be expected on a Friday evening, that’s when the practically city-wide nightlife blossoms.
Friday and Saturday nights were always the most unpredictable with some weeks worse than others. Clara has developed a ‘love-hate’ relationship with the days, grateful they gave her something to do but uncertain as to what that day might entail.
For now, she was a silent observer hiding in plain sight and prepared to strike at a moments notice.
Friday and Saturday nights were always the most unpredictable with some weeks worse than others. Clara has developed a ‘love-hate’ relationship with the days, grateful they gave her something to do but uncertain as to what that day might entail.
For now, she was a silent observer hiding in plain sight and prepared to strike at a moments notice.
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June 14th
3:00 AM
Manhattan, New York
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Aranea leaps from rooftop to rooftop in the dead of night, the beginning of the witching hour. She doesn't consider herself overly superstitious, but something about the three o'clock hour lead to a new sense of dread, at least more recently anyways.
Same time every night she has been awoken by extreme paranoia that refused to let her rest or even lie still. So here she was, running throughout the city running from god only knows what this was.
Aranea scales the sides of a sky scraper and leaps over the ledge and slowly to a stop, looking down on the cityscape below with the only sound being her own breathing.
'What is going on?' She thinks to herself as she watches the gentle flicker of lights. With running the past week, the strange sensation seemed to dissipate. But tonight was different. Tonight, it seemed to grow stronger with every stride she took. No matter where she went, relief and the feeling of security evaded her grasp.
Was it fear? Guilt from all the lives she's taken over the years in her attempt of justice? Was this the beginning of her impending doom?
Lost in thought, she loses tract of her soundings for a brief moment before suddenly feeling the presence of another right behind her. She draws in a quick breath as she spins around to see her stalker.
3:00 AM
Manhattan, New York
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Aranea leaps from rooftop to rooftop in the dead of night, the beginning of the witching hour. She doesn't consider herself overly superstitious, but something about the three o'clock hour lead to a new sense of dread, at least more recently anyways.
Same time every night she has been awoken by extreme paranoia that refused to let her rest or even lie still. So here she was, running throughout the city running from god only knows what this was.
Aranea scales the sides of a sky scraper and leaps over the ledge and slowly to a stop, looking down on the cityscape below with the only sound being her own breathing.
'What is going on?' She thinks to herself as she watches the gentle flicker of lights. With running the past week, the strange sensation seemed to dissipate. But tonight was different. Tonight, it seemed to grow stronger with every stride she took. No matter where she went, relief and the feeling of security evaded her grasp.
Was it fear? Guilt from all the lives she's taken over the years in her attempt of justice? Was this the beginning of her impending doom?
Lost in thought, she loses tract of her soundings for a brief moment before suddenly feeling the presence of another right behind her. She draws in a quick breath as she spins around to see her stalker.
Aranea Open Rp, message me to participate
Clara awoke with a gasp and her body lurches forward in bed, the pain instantly setting in from the past night's events. her atm wraps around her ribs as a wince takes over her face. With a slow deep sigh she begins to relax her bruised muscles. Her left eye was practically swollen shut, her head throbbed from the noise of the city and even the simple task of breathing was painful and daunting. She releases her ribcage and starts to scoot towards the end of the motel bed to get ready. Clara shuffles to the bathroom and turns on the shower before climbing in. She steps inside and let's the hot water massage the tension and pain from her muscles. Steam pillars up from her body as she stands under the showerhead, her hands resting against the wall to help support her and let's her mind wander.
An hour passes and Clara is out of the room and walking down the bustling streets of New York. She walks into a small dinner and slides into one of the empty booths towards the back.
An hour passes and Clara is out of the room and walking down the bustling streets of New York. She walks into a small dinner and slides into one of the empty booths towards the back.
Apologies all around
Hey all! SO sorry I disappeared! I just got this new job recently and its been so time consuming and when I get home I'm just dead XD so again, sorry
Aranae
Sex: female
Age: 23
Ethnicity: hispanic
Residency: unknown
Occupation: Lethal vigilante, community service.
Powers: Natural black webbing, superhuman strength, senses and agility, wall-climbing, biological manipulation, shadow manipulation, power sensing, aura reading/manipulation.
Weaknesses: Sensory Overload, Power-Related energy withdrawal.
Clara benavente was born and grew up in a working-class family in a poor city, she lived out of trouble until she was about 10 years old, when her whole life was altered.
Her family as well as many others were wiped out by financial and criminal elite. Being the sole survivor, she had to learn how to live on her own until she was rescued a month later. Unbeknownst to Clara at the time, the attack that took out her community granted her powers which laid dormant in her DNA. She was moved from foster home to foster home until she was about 14. The Thornton family took her in and treated her as their own, never has she ever felt this welcome into a foster home. She is soon adopted into the family while keeping her Benavente name. Clara was happy for a few years until she discovered she was being watched, Her new family a part of it all.
She manages to escape with her newly active powers and retreats into the shadows. She remains hidden for 8 years and with her vigor and determination, she managed to conquer all fears and doubts and train to perfection.
At the age of 23, Clara begins to chip at the elite through their underlings and making her way to the top under the identity of Aranea. By doing so, she hopes to find vengeance for the actions done by them in the past and give others the tranquility she never had, by any means necessary.
Age: 23
Ethnicity: hispanic
Residency: unknown
Occupation: Lethal vigilante, community service.
Powers: Natural black webbing, superhuman strength, senses and agility, wall-climbing, biological manipulation, shadow manipulation, power sensing, aura reading/manipulation.
Weaknesses: Sensory Overload, Power-Related energy withdrawal.
Clara benavente was born and grew up in a working-class family in a poor city, she lived out of trouble until she was about 10 years old, when her whole life was altered.
Her family as well as many others were wiped out by financial and criminal elite. Being the sole survivor, she had to learn how to live on her own until she was rescued a month later. Unbeknownst to Clara at the time, the attack that took out her community granted her powers which laid dormant in her DNA. She was moved from foster home to foster home until she was about 14. The Thornton family took her in and treated her as their own, never has she ever felt this welcome into a foster home. She is soon adopted into the family while keeping her Benavente name. Clara was happy for a few years until she discovered she was being watched, Her new family a part of it all.
She manages to escape with her newly active powers and retreats into the shadows. She remains hidden for 8 years and with her vigor and determination, she managed to conquer all fears and doubts and train to perfection.
At the age of 23, Clara begins to chip at the elite through their underlings and making her way to the top under the identity of Aranea. By doing so, she hopes to find vengeance for the actions done by them in the past and give others the tranquility she never had, by any means necessary.