James Spinne
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James
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James Arachne Spinne |
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Nickname |
Most people call me Bug. Or some variant of the insult. Which is stupid, because spiders are not
bugs. Bunch'a jackholes.
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Birth Date |
The world became a much better place on January 2nd, 1997.
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Age |
That'd be 19, for you people who can't do basic arithmetic.
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Classification |
Fresher than Bel Air. I-I'm a Freshman, I mean.
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Gender |
I identify as an attack helicop- Ah, I'm just kidding. I'm a dude. You can make sure, if you want. (Ladies.)
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Sexuality |
Straight as Gibraltar, babe.
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Alias |
Hear my name, and despair! For I am the terrifying Arachnid! It's not very creative, is it?
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Role |
I'm hesitant to classify myself as a villain, but you leave me little choice. I'm no good doer, but being in the same category as some of the monsters around here is...unsettling.
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Loyalty |
Myself, mostly. But if someone asks I'm obliged to say Delphina so I don't get my ass beat into next Sunday.
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In Depth Appearance |
Uhhh. Well, I'm 5'11. I weigh 170 pounds (of pure, unadulterated
muscle!) I've been told I like a bit old for my age. Not super important, but I'm being in depth here. The tattoo on my left arm says "ProsochΓ Fang tis arΓ‘chnis," which means "Beware the spider's fang" in Greek. It was my dad's idea. It's been a tradition in the family since Great Great Uncle Jesse first got his powers. The tattoo, I mean. We all have matching tattoos. Uhhh, I tend to stay clean shaven, although I've been known to keep stubble for weeks at a time 'cause shaving is difficult. My enhanced metabolism causes my hair to grow faster than usual. Which sucks. Because I have to work extra hard to keep this beautiful face maintained.
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Habits | Quirks | Oddities |
Getting a bit personal, aren't we?
I tend to stammer over my words when I get nervous. Who doesn't, though?
I can't sleep without music on. It runs in the family.
Uhhh. Lemme think of another. I- hrm. I'm left handed. Does that count as an oddity? I'm going to say it does.
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Hobbies |
I collect spiders. Yeah, yeah, I know its weird. But something about it feels so right, ya know?
Whenever a break rolls around, a group of us Delphina residents like to go paintballing. With superpowers. It's extremely badass, if you ask me.
Bruh. My chess skills are just...unmatched. Okay, that isn't entirely true. But I'm pretty good.
It's less of a 'hobby' and more of an unofficial homework assignment, but one of my teachers pushed me into joining a dumb gymnastics class. Those nerds call it 'parkour,' but come on. I might as well be in tights. What are a couple of fancy flips going to do for me in a fight anyway?
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Likes |
Spiders
Pizza
Money
Hard Rock music
Guns
Myself
Being real bad
Greek Myth
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Dislikes |
Pesticides
Vegetables
Being called 'Bug'
Jerks
Goody-two-shoes types
The color yellow
Rap music
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Fears |
Pesticides
Dying Alone (
NO, I don't want to talk about it.)
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Personality Traits |
The Good:
Light-hearted
Charming
Empathetic
Cautious
Genuine
Polite (Most of the time, anyway)
The Bad:
Selfish
Lazy
Dishonorable
Airy
Childish
Irrational
Untrusting
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Personality |
--Overview of Subject's Character--
James Spinne never grew up. He consistently treats everything with the same amount of care; that amount being none at all. No matter how serious the topic or situation presented, James always has a 'humorous' comment or 'witty' retort. The boy, and I do mean boy, rarely shows interest in anything beyond the trivial or superficial. James is infuriatingly laid back and casual, to the point of slothfulness. He never writes anything down, no matter how pivotal. He constantly finishes work moments before its due, late, or not at all. He's disorganized as well. I can't put into words how impossible it was to navigate his room when we first met for initial evaluation. Speaking of which, Mr. Spinne's first impressions are quite honestly horrific. He left me outside for a full five minutes (after I spotted him looking at me through the window, mind you) before finally letting me in. From what his father told me, James doesn't so much as greet someone before he can determine they're not some sort of threat.
All of that aside, James is an absolute joy to interact with. He could make the most boring and uninteresting activity feel like an adventure. His mannerisms, albeit frustrating at first, grew on me. I've met few men his age with such a pleasant disposition. James was quite polite as well. He treated me with a surprising amount of respect once he actually let me in the front door. Mr. Spinne was quite honest, as well. He knew his flaws well and wasn't afraid to admit them. He never beat around the bush with me. The boy was very direct. His genuine attitude was refreshing when every other student we scout out looks to be a compulsive liar. Most surprising was when he apologized to me after the meeting was over. Not only did he know that he was flawed, but he seemed to actually care how his flaws affected me. Astonishing, really, coming from the son of a Spinne.
I recommend accepting his application, if only to keep James out of Mayweather. That boy's life is nearing an important crossroad; he draws close to the place where he must make the most important decision of his life. Whether to follow in the footsteps of those who came before him, or abandon it all for the life of a hero. We should be the ones to influence his path. Not anyone else.
--Delphina Evaluation Officer--
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Abilities |
I can do whatever a spider can! No but seriously, I totally can. I have these crazy spinnerets on the backs of my wrists. They shoot webs out at high velocities and stick to the first thing they touch. Pretty nifty, yeah? It gets better. My webs have five times the tensile strength of steel, just like an ordinary spider. But that isn't all. I've also got these tiny hairs on my fingers that let me stick to practically any surface I want. They were pretty annoying before I learned how to control 'em. My dad had an old colleague of his whip up a pair of shoes that could do the same thing too. They're totally rad. The least interesting part of my powers is what is does to my...I dunno...Physiology, I guess? Basically, I'm better than an ordinary person in every way. I'm faster, stronger, and my brain works a bit faster too.
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Limitations |
Ugh. I'm deathly allergic to a number of different pesticides, and its the worst. A small dose'll have me sick for weeks. Too much can kill me outright. Almost any amount puts my powers on the fritz.
Okay, so I'm not better than every human. I'm enhanced, but not to the point of most Olympic athletes. I can't keep up with Usain Bolt for very long, and I can't deadlift 1180 pounds. (I totally looked that number up, by the way. You a beast Tom Magee.) But I'm better than most. Unless you spray me with pesticides. Or kick me in the nuts, I guess. But that's every man's weakness, so I'm not sure I should write that one down. But I'm going to anyway since I already did and erasing is too much work.
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Place Of Origin |
In the good ol' United States of O' Muricah. Uh, more specifically, Brooklyn.
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Family |
Ellen Spinne was my mother. She didn't have any powers; well, other than her delicious home made pizzas. Mmmm. So freakin' good, dude. Mom died a few days before I turned fourteen. Sucky present, am I right? Cancer's a bitch.
Jeffery Spinne is my father. Spider-powers have been in the family for generations. He used to keep me up all night, telling me wild stories of his daring robberies and clashes with famous heroes. The guy was a legend, at least in my eyes. I later learned that he embellished pretty much every story he ever told me; but I got over it. He's the only family I have left. Too bad he's basically become a recluse since I ran off to college. Won't even answer the phone. I t-think he's still dealing with what happened to mom. All the pain probably came back to him when I upped and left. Poor guy.
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History |
I was born in the back of a taxi cab to two loving parents. Yes, that's actually what happened. They were on the way to the hospital and apparently I couldn't wait any longer. Dad had to pay for new back seats. On the plus side, we tipped pretty well! My mother insisted I be homeschooled while I was younger. She had gone to college to be a teacher but dropped out because she wasn't up for it, I guess. So Ellie (as dad called her) thought it a wonderful idea to test all of her new found knowledge on baby me. Must not have worked out well, because as soon as I was old enough to understand that I needed to hide my powers, they shipped me off to public school. It was pretty bad at first. I was a shy kid (strange, right?) and didn't know how to make friends. I only ever hung out with my neighbors, Benny and Edwardo, because they had superpowered parents too. Ben and Ed were brothers, by the way. I didn't know how to keep my special bits a secret very well until about sixth grade. That's when I made my first normie friends. They were pretty cool; I contemplated showing them what I could really do a few times. Of course, I never went through with that. Dad always said that if we didn't want to move, I had to keep my true self a secret. I didn't get it back then, but dad was
way too scary to disobey. I got lucky and never had to move. Not once.
High School was when I really started to come out of my shell. I got to show the whole world what a massive dork I was. I went through the usual motions; not doing homework, acting out in class, trying desperate to avoid the bullies. Never really worked out. I've been told I have a very punch-able face. Well, as you can imagine, there were a handful of people who thought I had a
really punch-able face. I may have accidentally put one of them in the hospital. Whoops! Guess I don't know my own strength. That little ordeal almost exposed me. Luckily, Benny and Ed (still the best, by the way) stepped in and vouched for me. They managed to convince the principal to not tell my father (which is probably why I was able to graduate High School there. Thanks guys). My grades weren't the best. I was lucky to get B's. However, I always pushed myself to never fail a class. That took a lot of work, by the way. With that much missing homework, I was surprised I managed a D+ in Physics.
My dad's letter of recommendation got me into Delphina, his old college from back in the day. The place seemed pretty cool, but intimidating at the same time. I hated not knowing anyone. But it was also kind of exciting? I dunno. Emotions are weird. Anyway. Didn't have much time to settle in before it all went to hell. Apparently, somebody started a fire in the school that spread like crazy. Faculty started evacuating people as fast as they could, but all the exits from some of the higher floors were cut off. I-I watched...I watched one of the students fly up to a window and try to carry some trapped kids to the ground. Ehm. Well. He flew too close to the fire and got caught in a small explosion. Closest I'd been to a dead body. 'Course, being the idiot I am, I decided to get a closer look. When the teachers weren't looking I grappled my way into one of the compromised floors. I was moving on instinct. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own as I dragged as many students I could to safety before the floor started to collapse and I had to get out of there. Somebody told me I could've helped more. That...there was time to save someone else. But I knew I was in danger. Had to get outta dodge 'fore I got burned, ya know?
There was so much pain. You could see it in their faces. If someone wasn't balling their eyes out, they were seething with rage. But it was all pain. All...grief. I received my fair share of dirty looks from the less decent types for going back in to help. But what was I supposed to do? Stand there and listen to those people burn? Not a chance in hell. I'm a selfish asshole, not a heartless murderer.
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Extra |
Spinnes age faster than most humans due to an increased metabolism. This also means that James has to eat twice as much food to maintain his weight.
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