Born to a cruel mother, those looking to make a quick buck, or steal it, Datura was forced to advance and learn from an early age. Initially he was devoted to his mother, working along side her to help her collection of wealth grow. Datura also took a particular liking to school, despite being forced to miss it many days. Still he spent every opportunity he could, exploring the online world, tinkering with gadgets, and building strange and wonderous things.

Unfortunatly his mother passed, though it was incredibly drastic an unexpected. Unknown to Datura, his mother was killed by The Operator, the original one. He had seen promise in the young spiders dedication to technology and learning, and was taken under his fold as a sort of apprentice. He was raised alongside the Operators daughter, a pretty mantis called Foxglove, who over the years he fell deeply in love with.Unfortunatly the Operator has other plans for him, unhappy with this, and had him move to the Black Cage.

At first it was upset, fury it had not known bubbling inside its chest, though soon it calmed. With mild drugging and a larger supply of the latest in technology, computers, and scientific minds at its disposal, it soon relaxed and fell back into it's life of study, engineering, and pursuit for the impossible. It managed to advance hover technology, allowing the metals and magnets in its clothing to give it the appearance of floating. Its nano technology allowed for it to phase through most solid objects, though with limitations. It felt on the brink of other great discoveries, but the messiness the Operator seemed to drag everywhere with him held Datura back, and reduced their resources more and more.

Then, on a day much like any other, a successful assassination took the life of the Operator. Worried for their tech, their knowledge, to be stolen they hid deep within the crumbling tunnels of the Black Cage. It was only the soft voice of Foxglove that enticed him out. Confused, relieved to hear her voice but afraid for her safety, he came out. Nothing, no one there, an auditory hallucination. Still this made them worried, going into hiding without even checking to see if the old love of his, the daughter of his murdered boss, was ok. WIP

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