Parker Davignon

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Information Known by the Garou Nation

Name: Parker Davignon

Notable Traits: Six blemishes can be seen on his temples and forehead in a symmetrical pattern with his eyes when in homid form.

Pack: Argiope's Web

Sept: None



Parker, or Seamripper, has been seen or heard of in a few places around Texas for only about 5 years. He's either been pretty good at keeping a low profile for a long time or, as some have assumed, he was born a spider. Whenever some information about his whereabouts comes up though, someone is usually dead and witnesses and reports never seem to be filed.

For those that have met him on several occasions, he doesn't talk a lot about himself other than how his garden is growing. To some, his use of "garden" could be a metaphor for the people he uses to do whatever his role is within the shifter cultures. If you get close enough to him though you can smell the sweet scent of flowers constantly. When trying to talk to him, there doesn't seem to be a filter on his mouth and he will say things that hurt, insult, or just seem to be not part of the current conversation.



Parker appears to be a male human of average height with a little more bulk of someone with greater than average physical skill and training. His hair is spiked wildly on top of his head in defiance to the orderly appearance it naturally falls to. When his mouth opens wide, small appendages can be seen moving within. His skin seems to have no elasticity to it except at the joints. Six blemishes can be seen on his temples and forehead in a symmetrical pattern with his eyes when in homid form.


The appendages of this creature now segment more than they should on any human displaying two elbows beneath the hardened, spiky skin. He now stands over six feet in height, extending at the torso and the limbs to an almost unnatural length. The face has elongated as well and now displays a pair of black bulging eyes where the original pair were. The six blemishes on his forehead have become solid black and have a slight reflective sheen to them.


The form of nightmares and war, Parker's limbs now show all seven segments of a normal spider. Four more segmented, razor-clawed limbs sprout from the holes in the back of his vest, and his rough skin hardens into a shell-like carapace. Fangs now extrude from his upper jaw and the pedipalps now extend past his thinned lips. As the limbs extend and his torso segments into three distinct sections, his height now reaches ten feet. The body is dark red with bands of white and yellow hairs.


This is a very distinctive spider. Abdomen is an elongated oval; usually brown, black, or dark red, and with four or more transverse bands of white or yellow hairs. Carapace is pear-shaped; base color is black, brown, or dark red, but usually covered in white or yellow hairs.


  • Has a hatred for Red Talons.
  • Does not understand the concept of 'Personal Space'


  • "I'm not sure what he is or where he came from but I made a deal that anyone who needs a safe place to sleep can sleep in the barn, that includes him as long as he doesn't make trouble." - Josephine Fannon
  • "Can we talk about someone else?" - Persona Non Grata
  • "'E sez I'm a 'Good Asset' ta have. Feelin's mutual. When ya need somethin' capital-h-Handled, point Parker at th' big shot, an' he'll knock down th' whole house a cards." - Judge Taco
  • "Yes. I know Parker. No. I won't say more than that." -Josiah
  • "Ah, yes, among the fera, Ananasi have always fascinated me, and Parker is no exception. Don't tell him I almost squished him once. I- well- TO BE FAIR, he was a spider covered in Fomori flames, and without my glasses it was hard to tell from that distance! Wait, no don't write that down!!" -Dam Karma
  • "Parker? He's efficient, deadly, and patient. The rest is irrelevant....Why? Because he said so. When?....well....all of him was riding in my know what? I don't want to talk about it anymore. I have a Guardian shift to get to." - Ghost in the Woods
  • "He dished out some serious damage in that fight, I'm still in disbelief." - Priscilla Lamnidae
  • "He makes lovely webs. I was moved by the words "Good Pig" that he wove across the top." - Jo "Thundercat" Trevino
  • "So...all night I had been hearing about the mighty prowess of the Ananasi known as Parker. 'If that vampire escaped Parker, it must be a badass!', they said. So I was getting excited for a decent fight finally. And when we finally catch the wormy bastard and I am all ready to go, I give it one good swipe and it drops like the corpse it should have stayed. The lesson to take away from this is to not give credence to rumor and gossip." - Anton 'Get of Fenris' Rourke
  • "PARKER NO!" - Everyone
  • "Well now. I am able to bear witness to at least the results of this Parker single-handedly taking down a Dancer cub that must have been accomplishing what their equivalent of a Rite of Passage must be. It is good to know that while his prowess maybe be seriously over-blown, there at least is some semblance of truth behind it. Well done, Parker...Well done." - Anton 'Get of Fenris' Rourke
  • "Parker, no!" - Priscilla Lamnidae
  • Quote here.


“In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves.

This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants....

Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did.

What he did was put the fear of God into them.

More precisely, the fear of Crowley.

In addition to which, every couple of months Crowley would pick out a plant that was growing too slowly, or succumbing to leaf-wilt, or browning, or just didn't look quite as good as the others, and he would carry it around to all the plants. "Say goodbye to your friend," he'd say to them. "He just couldn't cut it..."

Then he would leave the flat with the offending plant, and return an hour or so later with a large empty flower pot, which he would leave somewhere conspicuously around the flat.

The plants were the most luxurious, verdant, and beautiful in London. Also the most terrified.”

― Neil Gaiman, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

OOC Information

Player: Troll Sandoval

Player Email: Email Me

Storyteller: Phill Cava-Peltan

Storyteller Email: VST Email

Location: San Antonio, TX