Bespoke is a monstrosity out of the Shadow Fell from the courts of winter. Small as many fae tend to be, Bespoke is a melding of a skeleton ontop of a bloated spiders body, with ragged wings that smell of dark bog water in the dead of winter. Masses of what might be flesh stick in the Fae-lords torso, long since tanned and pale and yet they move along his skeletal frame with the macabre power of winters glacial march.  His spider body bellow him is fat, the long legs powerful for their size, and the spinnerets click and clack, knitting constantly with themselves. His body is heavy with spawn, and a slight dimple on his thorax indicates that wreathed in death, this creature still apes the reproductions of life.

Bespoke is a Minor Fae Lord in the courts of winter, called up by people on the Tundra when they told stories of hunger and predation, and nightmare monsters that stole out of the dark to snatch their tribal warriors off into the Wild Hunt's nightmare chase.  Bespoke has been drawn into Sinfar, wandering through one shadow portal too many. Now here, he finds it a wonderland of struggling bodies and fine hosts, mortals to play with and to hunt.

At last, he's found a home away from home.

Reds: Scat, Vomit, Excessive Gore, Oversized Breasts, Herms.

Yellows: Men, (Very fem with tiny cock perfered)

Greens: Breeding, Capturing, Enslaving, Creative Emotes, Torture, Vore, Summoning, Bargains, Contracts, Cursed Deals, Nobles, Maidens, Clever Victims.