Dark Gate Weaver

Upper body of an attractive human male, waist lenght black hair, pale skin. Lower is a large, spider like form, with a leg span of about seven feet. The spider form is black, as are the exoskelital protrusions on his arms, spine, and head. On his back are four worm like extentions, each reaching about four feet from the body.At the site where the two halfs combine, is a long muscular tendral that serves as his 'manhood' that is about a foot and a half long, and about as thick as an average males wrist. This tendral be contained in an armoured sheath with in his arachneid lower body.

Able to speak normaly. Able to spin webbing from his mouth. This webbing, called Shadow Weave, gives off lightly cold black mist that numbs the human body. The effects of the webbing grow worse with as more and more of the vapor is absorbed by the human, giving the nausia and fatiuge, with comas being the end result of days in the vapor. If the victim falls into coma, he will toss them out of his lair, thinking them dead. His fangs, located inside his mouth as the canines, have a more potent version of this venom. The black mist is longlived, making visablyity in his lair next to none, while he uses echolocation to find his way in the dark and his humanoid eyes for daytime.

Prefers girls of small size and adventureous spirits, while being repulsed by snotty, shallow woman (you know it's bad when it repulses a rape monster!)

The Dark Gate Weaver is the end result of magical transformation. The human he once was was a Spanish warrior know for his skill with both his spear and his 'spear'. His name was Malfiend deRosalia, whom charmed and dueled his way through life. However, pride goeth before the fall: his only son rent his flesh in his sleep, leaving him for dead as he bled onto his bed. Found like that, he was buried and he was done.

"Once a spinner of charm, now he''ll spin nothing but harm. Soft flesh grow sturdy, weak body grow warm; make you my thrall in a hurry. Become a spider, human thoughts made swarm!" It was by these words that a witch had returned him to life. His form melded with a spiders, and his mind as well, he served his master, far into her life. It was when she deid that he was free. His body now fueled in part by animalistic lust, yet tempered by human thought, he crept in the shadows of mankind, learning their new ways and words... Until he found a paper floating in the breeze. As he picked it up, a smile crept over his face. The boat to an all girls school left tomarrow. He stole aboard at midnight, lurking in the dark cargo hold until the ship stopped rocking with wave and became still. Taking advantage of the confusion of the landing, he fled the ship and made himself a lair among the sea caves, spinning his webs of darkness and lust around the island...

Seems a bit bare-bones... and just so you know, there is no impregnation. And also, where is his from?