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Race:
Life Span: Indefinite, they are not effected by aging past maturity. Juveniles are able to fend for themselves but their intelligence is barely better then a wild animal at this stage, it isnt until they become adolescents when they learn how to speak. Juveniles dont start to mature until a year after their birth, and from there they remain in adolescent stage, hitting a huge growth spurt into the next five years before they become adults. Nagas never stop growing, but their growth slows down as they get older, especially after becoming adults. Some nagas are so old and have survived so long that they can remember vividly the lush tropical jungles they inhabitated so long ago. 

Male example: 
Lizard like, ranging in sizes between 6-12 feet tall, with some rarer individuals reaching 15 feet in height. Crocodilian eyes that range in color between yellow, white, black, blue, and red, the pupil is always black unless the eye is black in which case the pupil is white. 

Female example: 
Lack legs, and are snake like. Much more frail in comparison to males. Size ranges between 5-7 feet not including the tail. Their methods of locomotion and general morphology resembles that of a snake. Females may posses hair like fuzz and other minor features that resemble more of a human appearance.

Appearance Ranges: Both males and females vary in scale colors between red, green, brown, black, blue, and albino/white, patterns like stripes and spots may also be present. Individuals may have a variety of frills, sails, spikes/barbs, and horns. Rare occasions may have wings. The scales are plated, keeled, and have a consistency and durability of iron, with the exception of the belly scutes, which are much softer (though still somewhat hard) in comparison. 

Cultural and biological Notes: Nagas form matriarchal tribes, with most of the hierarchy being females, with exceptions such as generals and other military authorities which are usually given to males. Their weapons and armors are crafted with the same stones as they use to make their temples and other buildings, though augmented by magic to have exceeding structural integrity and durability, as well as resistances to many elements. Males often make the bulk of their military, and are considered savage monstrosities. 
Their culture and style reflects a hybridization of native south american empires like the Aztecs and Mayans, and south eastern tribal communities such as those native in Vietnam or Taiwan.

 the average male Naga can lift over 5 tons with ease, with some records of nagas being able to lift up to 10 tons. Nagas are said to be closely related to dragons, and their affinity to fire seems to back up such a claim. They have what seems to be an undefined heat resistance similar to dragons as they can march through molten rock without any sort of burn. Additionally Nagas can breathe and manipulate flames to some degree by natural means however their power of fire is only produced directly from their own body, meaning that there are restricted to self immolation, fire breathing, or chucking fireballs. 

	Nagas shed their skin in a similar matter to snakes and lizards every 2 months. They have an incredibly fast regeneration rate compared to most organisms, as they can regenerate a loss limb or tail within 3 months, and less major wounds heal even faster. While Nagas have an indefinite life span, they are still technically mortals and can die by most of the usual means for a natural living creature. They possess a venomous bite (Some may also have venom within claws or stingers), that drains its victims of both magical energy, natural endurance, and slowly makes the victim grow fatigue. The venom also prevents any sort of magical or natural regeneration while it is in effect, this also prevents blood from clotting which can make even semi-serious wounds fatal within a few hours. The venom however, can be fought off by strong immune systems, a healthy mortal could beat off the venom within a day and the bleeding can still be stopped by bandages and other such equipment, as for fatigue it only goes as far as dragging the victim into a conscienceless state, which by itself isn't fatal per say, and the victim will usually wake up after the venom wears off. They are excellent swimmers, climbers, and sprinters, along with having much higher endurance then the average human. On land the average male naga can sprint over 30 mph, while females have been recorded 20 mph, however females are faster then males in water and in climbing. They have a diet mainly of fruit and meat, however they also tend to eat fish and shellfish.

After the sand:
The jungles they were home to, filled with lush foliage, rivers, and lakes, were drained and swept beneath the desert sand. While the coming heat wasn't a bother to them, the lack of moisture dehydrated most of the race, to the point of near extinction. The struggling generations that climbed out from such a disaster had to adapt to a much more dry environment, and while they have retained some amphibious features most have never been able to set foot in a body of water big enough for them to use their morphological designed swimming adaptations. The surviving tribe of the Nagas horde excessive amounts of water, nicknamed the 'water thieves' by any other tribe that survives a raid by them, as rarely will they steal anything else but water. They have also been reported to consume the flesh of other races, much like savage monsters. They still retain their cultural social structures, and often kill any Naga that is unfit for the tribe, either being too weak, unable to survive the environment, having opposing ideologies, and other such issues. They have little interest in foreign technology and weaponry, either using simple stone tools they had salvaged or resorting to their natural strength and biological weaponry such as sharp claws and a burning breathe. 

Weaknesses: They are cold blooded, and cannot survive in weather below room temperature, this also makes them vulnerable to ice magic and similar combat abilities. While most of their scales are hard and difficult to penetrate or damage, their belly is their weak spot, which is why their armor is most present over the underside. Cold desert nights often claim the lives of countless Nagas in their slumber. Males often act more of beast than man, their fighting style, while savage and ruthless, isn't usually coordinated or disciplined, they are not the smartest race and few exceptions think at all during combat other then basic instinct.

Age: 37

Appearance:

12'5 in height, musclebound adorning blue plated scales that are as durable as iron and seemingly metallic in texture despite its organic origin. However the underbelly is of soft peach-colored scutes that are more leathery. Though still tough these scutes do not serve the same amount of defense the rest of his hide offers. A long powerful tail that by itself is a little over 9 feet, which connects a row of spiny barbs that start at the back of his head all the way down to the tip of his spear-headed tail.  A saurian head with a monstrous grin, armed with a few horns along the back of his head with the start of the barbs, and a smaller horn at the tip of the snout with Eyes like a crocodile, and the tongue of a snake. His armor, which mostly coats his underbelly, is made mostly of primitive material, he wears the skull of a prehistoric creature that were once cattle of the naga ontop of his head.

Reason for joining the Outcasts: The naga tribe was overpopulated at the time of his birth, since water is scarce the tribe outcasts many of its children, mostly recently hatched or those still in eggs, into the desert. This of course leads to death, and in these cases, the children among the abandon will fight each other for survival and cannibalize each other for sustenance. Like most reptiles Nagas can technically fend for themselves at birth, though they are still far weaker then older counterparts and certainly cannot survive the desert, they typically aren't smarter then an animal during their first year of life. Among 7 other male nagas, and 13 eggs, Kilgarrah was the only survivor, having killed his fellow kind among the abandoned in forced survival instinct and pressure from the other aggressive children. Feasting on both corpses and the embryos of Naga eggs, the child soon found himself alone in a vast desolate terrain. The yolk of the eggs had offered much hydration in addition to its nutrients, and he took the eggs with him as he ventured by himself, which is unusual for a newborn to do, as again they lack much intelligence in their juvenile stage. Nagas leave their juvenile stage rather quickly, and it didn't take long for the young naga to find a small oasis in the desert. It was unoccupied at the time of his arrival, but soon he came across a small group of humans that came to the oasis, which was a small pool of water, that was quickly drying up by each day. The unfortunate souls were unarmed and survived by fleeing confrontations and scavenging the scraps of raids and ruins, so it wasn't impossible for the  now 9 month old beastly naga to slaughter the three. (At this age male nagas resemble a kobold from dnd, small humanoid lizards.) Using his teeth to slit the throat of his victims. His brief childhood was of that of a wild animal, but as he matured he was aware of solitary existence and lack of family or friends. His growing mind nurtured the thought of a perhaps more civilized manner, and he eventually discovered the band of outcasts after decades of wandering alone. 

Skills: He his a savage with his natural weaponry that many male nagas are accustomed too. Like a monitor lizard this tail serves as a powerful bone-breaking whip however it can also be used as a spear-like natural weapon. His muscular body is the expected average of other nagas his size, capable of lifting a large boulder larger then himself though with some burden. Flames volley from his throat like the mouth of a forge, and fire can also secrete out of his natural armor. Most of his scales, save his underbelly, provide incredible armor. These plated and keeled scales seem to replicate a metallic texture, making attempts at trying to cut, stab, or slash at these scales nearly useless aside from perhaps chipping these scales a bit, though that's only if the weapon is stronger then typical iron, such as steel. Otherwise it is common to have iron and weaker weapons break upon contact. Bred to fight, his combat style reflects his monstrous appearance and makes use of his biological arsenal. Despite his heavy build he can sprint fairly fast, and his tactics usually involve to trample and overwhelm his foes with brute force and fire with as much pressure and speed as possible, attempting to give his enemies no chance to retaliate or recover. Being a fighter you can really only expect Kilgarrah to make use of his strength or burning breathe for assistance, though years of living by himself has taught him much about survival and saving resources. His forked tongue has an incredible sense of smell like many lizards and snakes, allowing him to not only smell distinctive scents such as meat and fire from miles away, but can also pinpoint the smell like a tuning fork. His great size and strength has other uses too. As such he is often tasked with carrying most of the supplies as if he were a beast of burden, including various loot, food, water, and other assortments. This has allowed him to sneak himself extra portions of water.

Other details: He also eats his own shedded skin, which offers some nutrients to save on going hungry, though far from being a meal. He collects heads from many of his fallen opponents as a sort of hobby. As a naga he requires much water and tends to hoard some canteens in secret. Though he still has a taste for the flesh of other humanoids, he is aware of how taboo it is to his comrades and only dines on humanoid corpses in secret.

Motto/Catchphrase:"Together we are family, but alone we are monsters."

Fafnir awoke late in the day, sun high in the sky peering through his temporary makeshift tent he had made overnight. Mercenary work was hard to get wealthy of, so far what little jobs he succeeded in were minor tasks at best. However as he stretched there he noticed a letter at the entrance to his tent. Retrieving the paper he read it to himself before a smile grew on his face. This seemed to be a great opportunity, much better then watching a stable or escorting a few merchants town to town. Be the formality of the letter, or pure optimism, he could smell the sense of adventure looming from the paper itself. Not wanting to waste any time, as he was eager to get to business right away, he quickly took care of his morning routines, got suited up into his plated armor, equipment at the ready, and headed off to the location described in the letter, the old guard tower. 

When he arrived, he was suprised to see he wasn't the first one there. Though considering he didn't wake up until later in the day, it wasn't an impossible thought. By now it was dusk, as he didn't have a horse to traverse across town faster. Fafnir noticed that he wasn't the only mercenary assigned for this job, which only furthered the idea that this was going to be a big job. A dwarf, a female with what he could only assume was experienced with both swords and magic, and another man who seemed more of my stature, though seemed to have some strange sword on him. "This is for the mercenaries rights?" I asked as I began to take a seat, trying to get an estimate on who exactly I'll be working with.

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