Dante Escarra

Picante- (Sincerely my brain)
Fluffball/Fuzzball
Goliath-Spider

Male, He/him, AMAB.

25-27

In all respects he was completely human before he got bit by a spider.

Bisexual

Goliath birdeater tarantula (Theraphosa blondi)

Alive

Spiderverse OC

South American, Latino

Medium brown

A lot

Around 8’

Brown

Dark brown

Medium-long length, keeps it down or up in a bun.

None

Built like a brick shit house.

Right

Most visible are the ones above his right eyebrow. Various others, including burn scars marring most of his left side.

Yes

Normal:

He’s very shrug emoji about looking fashionable. He likes to be comfortable, but he isn’t a wreck.

Suit:

His suit consists mostly of thick armor plating that acts as an exoskeleton. It is colored brown, and has short fur on most of it. Some details have longer fur or no fur. Forearm armor plating has sharp spikes along it that aid in combat. In between the seams, a dark green color pokes through. The armored gloves are clawed (and retractable), and the helmet is reminiscent of a spider’s head with eight shiny black eyes; and chelicerae on each side of the helmet with two large curved fangs that protrude out of them.

See gallery! I made a drawing of it.

Chill af and despite his intimidating build is a sweetheart. Loves animals, and in fact became a biologist and environmental researcher to make an effort to save endangered species and ecosystems.

Acts of service.

Mmmmm Spanish accents

Probably a bit raspy and damaged. Generally speaks in a quiet voice unless a louder one is needed.

Saving people, especially friends and family.

• Too nice to have his job sometimes.


• At any given moment he would rather be relaxing at home because he is tired af.


• Often has a problem with ceilings and doorframes.

Hurt an animal and the last thing you’ll see is this man running toward you at full speed-

A kind heart leads to an abundance of mercy. Perhaps sometimes too much?

Wildlife, nature, quiet time, being with friends.

Villains, death, fires.

Hand-to-hand combat, probably something else.

English, Portuguese, Spanish, maybe more.

Burn scars, but that’s a past problem.

Slight lung damage from smoke when he was a child that caused minor asthma. Gets out of breath quicker and may experience asthma attacks if in prolonged/demanding fights. His suit has mechanics that aid with this :)

P-T-S-D

Spell it out, scribble the words on paper, scrawl it on the walls-

Slight trigger from high places, but he’s since adapted to it.

Flames or burning buildings. In a dire situation, he forces himself through, to only let himself suffer the consequences later.

Spider-man abilities. Webs, spider-sense, super-strength, etc. However, climbing up walls is aided by claws.

His suit has a few extra abilities to offer. Four different forms of sight, including infrared and night vision. Claws built into the gloves of the suit allow for extra climbing strength and work as a weapon. Etc.

Note: He has claws both on his hands and as a function in his suit. They do not protrude in the same way Miguel O’Hara’s do, however they do share a similar function since Dante’s ability to wall-climb is very inhibited.

None

After the spider bite he gained the ability to make a sort of hissing or purring noise. This, combined with the mechanics of the voice modulator in his suit, can emit sonic waves that will distract or completely immobilize a person depending.

Kiera Thatcher.

Glitch and some others.

Phantom and Jasper, a few of the canon Spiderverse cast.

Any of the spider-people, I suppose? As well as other heroes.

Miguel O’Hara, kind of. They just don’t get along very well.

Unknown

None

Spider-person, Goliath-Spider.

Green

Will eat mostly anything.

A picture of his whole family gathered together. Such a lovely moment. It would be a shame if I ruined it.

Lights a match

His own skills.

All animals deserved to be loved equally-

(It’s his snake. But don’t tell anyone.)

Environmental researcher and biologist.
In the spider-society, he specializes in night ops. Often does his work alone, very rarely is anyone else assigned to assist.

August 28th

Brazil

College level.

Hola. Let’s do this again, shall we?

A large figure wearing heavy brown armor jumps from the top of a building, landing squarely on his feet into the empty streets below. The eight black eyes of his helmet glint in the dull streetlights.

My name is Dante Escarra.

He reaches up, pulling his helmet off of his head. He appears to be in his twenties, and has a couple cut scars on his forehead.

While documenting wildlife in the Amazon rainforest, I came across what appeared to be a new species of Theraphosa blondi. However, it attacked and bit me when I approached.

The surroundings change, and so does his outfit. He looks significantly younger as well. He’s weaving through jungle foliage, and he seems to spot something ahead of him. He approaches and crouches on the ground. He looks away for a moment to grab something, but when he glances back he loses balance and falls to the ground.

As it turned out, the spider was radioactive.

He looks down at his hand. It had a large spider-bite on it, and was already starting to swell. He shook his head and lifted himself off the ground, quickly walking back in the same direction he came.

My body underwent many physical changes. Some more obvious than others.

The next day he wakes up, tiredly walking to the door and narrowly avoiding going face-first into the wall above his door. He seems very confused.

It has been several years since then. And during those years, I became what is known as the Goliath-Spider. You know the rest, yes?

There are several scenes of change. First, he’s fighting someone in a dark alleyway. Second, he’s welding pieces of metal together. And then lastly, he’s seen in an early version of his spider-armor.

I lost my tío, who had taken care of me for most of my life, in a terrible accident.

He’s at a funeral now, standing over a freshly dug gravesite. He kneels down, resting his head on the headstone.

. . . And then another good friend of mine.

It’s dark again, and raining. He’s on his knees, holding someone in his arms. He appears to be crying.

Life has taken much from me. So I want to make sure that I can save as many people as I can. So that others do not suffer as I have.

The scene fades to black, before erupting in flames. A young child alone in a burning house, stumbling over something as he tries to escape. His brother. He’s dead. The child runs as fast as he can through the flames to get away.

That is the main reason why I accepted the invitation to join the Spider-Society.

He’s back in the present, once again wearing his armored spider-suit. Now, he’s walking through the branching halls of the Spider-Society. He seems. . . tired.

And that is all you need to know about me right now. But I am happy to answer your questions.

A female ball python named Amaru, after Incan mythology. She's about 4 ft long, and 3 years old.

Mother and Father, deceased.

Older brother, deceased.

Uncle (deceased), Aunt (unknown).

Unnamed, deceased.

Kiera Thatcher, love interest.

He is the weapon, wdym?

I’ll never tell.

You could run into him on purpose and he would say sorry. But considering his suit looks like the spider version of Master Chief I don’t think anyone would really try.

• “Oh I am very sorry I did not see you there at all-“


• “Doorframes. . . die.”


• Silently judges you in Spanish


• “I am intimidating?”


• “I cannot stop. Because if I do, someone will get hurt who does not deserve it. I cannot let that happen again.”

He’s taken over my brain.