Ryder Rossi || Spider-Man Earth - 3200
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Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
Well, it surely means that I don't know
Son: Carry on Wayward Son - (Original Band Kansas) cover by Neoni
Home Jerseys are Red
Away Jersey's are Black
So here’s the thing. My name’s Ryder Rossi, and I’ve got this interesting double life going on. By day, I’m just your average 22-year-old Italian/American guy playing professional hockey for the New York Black Widows. But by night, or, well, whenever the city needs me, I’m swinging around as Spider-Man, Earth-3001’s very own web-slinger. I guess you could say I’m like the ultimate mash-up of Peter Parker’s quippy charm and Miguel O’Hara’s raw intensity. One minute I’m cracking jokes and keeping things light, the next, I’m dealing with some serious inner darkness thanks to a little DNA experiment gone wrong.
You see, I wasn’t always Spider-Man. I used to be just Ryder, an orphan who got tossed around foster homes until I aged out at 18. I was lucky enough to snag a hockey scholarship and make something of myself, but life had other plans. When I got sick, Shalemax Medical, formerly Alchemax, promised me a cure. What I got instead was a genetic cocktail that mixed my DNA with Miguel O’Hara’s. Now, I’m dealing with all sorts of spider-like powers, plus some extra baggage like fangs, talons, and these freaky spider legs that pop out of my back. Don’t even get me started on the aggression issues—those are a real piece of work.
Balancing this whole double life isn’t easy. On one hand, I’m out there on the ice, trying to be a team player, keeping up the facade of a normal guy who’s just really good at hockey. On the other, I’m out there as Spider-Man, trying to protect the city and keep my inner demons in check. I’m resilient, years in foster care taught me that—but this mutated DNA of mine makes it tough sometimes. I’m loyal to a fault, and I care more than I let on, but when the darkness creeps in, it’s a battle to stay on the right side of the line.
And then there’s Nigal, my AI companion who’s like the grunge-era big brother I never had. He’s a holographic dude who keeps me grounded, or at least tries t
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