Anasi is a bastard godling of an unknown entity; desperate for the power to escape the horrors that rain down on Etera daily.
History[]
Anansi's tale begins in an orphanage; a fact that would be cliche if Babel wasn't a death trap. Fortunately the orphanage survives to this day so he escaped a life on the streets. The modest education he received provided him an opportunity to become a scribe upon entering his teens. This would have been a great thing for the young man if not for his moral failing.
While Anansi spent the day copying letters and ledgers, he grew obsessed with occult writings found in the dark corners of Jovra's library. To make matters worse, he was not alone. Anansi was stumbled upon by another in the midst of his study, a man he came to know as Quinlin.
Quinlin was a cultist, and not a very good one as is common. He however properly introduced Anansi to the occult arts. For a number of years the two practiced and performed minor rituals. Making candles flicker, moving a lens over a scrying board, and their greatest achievement calling forth a quasit!
That last success rewarded them with a visit from the true professionals. A member of a secret fraternity within Babel calling themselves the Illuminati. Anansi never learned the mans true name, but he and Quinlin were invited to the mans private circle. Of course horror followed.
In a predictable turn of events Quinlin was the guest of honor, the sacrifice. Anansi meanwhile served as the spare. He thankfully wasn't needed, and waas even included in the bargain made with the summoned Swaithe demon. The assembled cultist were all rewarded with a masking to hide them from prying do self-righteous eyes.
A time passed following these events, more horror and tragedy through out the land of course. Mentally scared and borderline sociopath now Anansi worded up the nerve to try his hand at black magic again. Lacking sense he worked alone to summon his own demon, after all if he was truly blessed by the last one when he was effectively a bystander, what could he gain being the one in charge?!
A lot, Anansi gained **a lot.** He still has no idea what he conjured that night, but it tried to kill him, and he rightfully fought back. Somewhere in the scuffle he san his teeth into the fiend and the taint of it's blood awakened something he still hasn't realized is there. Magic poured from him for the first time, and he slayed his first demon. Attributing this power to the corrupted blood he scrambled to collect and ingest as much of the stuff as possible.
The tiny bit of god in him manifested, and now he wants more.
History[]
First Apotheosis[]
Lamashan 2nd, 48 AI The day Anansi became Yanansil.[]
After awakening to the first real taste of power; the thirst became an addiction. The woman formally known as Anasi began seeking the dark places and peoples of Etera in earnest. After many false starts and dead leads they took up the mantle of adventurer. Experience brought new skills and abilities, but best of all fame; for it was fame that would draw the attention of those he sought.
And so it was that Anansi found, or perhaps was guided to the cult of the Beast Maiden. It took no convincing at all to garner his devotion. So fervent it was the priestesses wasted no time in teaching him the foul art of damming his soul.
And of course; too much never being enough for the neophyte body and soul were offered all too willingly. The cultist looking on watched in horror or glee while Anansi imbibed an elixir with no place in this ritual. Yet the fiendish forces must have found pleasure in the act as another gift from Yanansil's ancestry awakened this day.
Yanansil became something truly monstrous with the rituals conclusion. Carapace, eyes, legs, a flood of flesh and instincts overwhelmed her that night. In the aftermath the surviving priestesses and newest acolyte made as much sense of events as possible. It was determined Yanansil was not a drider, nor some form of demon, yet. Though she lacked fine control she could become the monster at will. And oh was t a glorious monster, or at least so say the priestesses of a depraved god.
Personality[]
Before, and after her transformation Yanansil would accurately be described as the quiet type. She prefers strong silent control to brute force; as evident in her covert and evasive fighting style.
Yanansil silently covets all she does not own, and envies everyone greater than her. Respect is reserved for those able to take what they desire, and disdain is held in secret for all those who can not or will not.
At her most animalistic Yanansil has all the compassion of a predator for it's prey.
Aspirations[]
- Above all else Yanansil desires true demonhood for the power such a purity of desire and instinct may provide.
- Second to this she seeks to learn of her origins as it has become obvious; there is more within her than drinking a few drops of demon blood can explain.