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Character name: Mar, her full name is Marya and only used by her race.
Age: 260, but 26 in appearance.
Mageblood type: Lux
Favoured Magic Class: Vitamancy
Previous Magic training: Novice
Race: Desert Naga
Appearance:
Mar is built like other Naga females, her upper half from head to below her naval is human while the pelvis and below melts into a snake tail. When at ease, her height is around 5’7” though with provocation she can rear up to 7’ high and tail curls underneath her, tense and poised to lash out. Most of her unique features are centered on her human torso. Her hair a light brown and have a wavy appear to it, often pulled back into a ponytail by a bone clip but when it’s loose, the hair ends just below her shoulders. Eyes deep and serious, their warmth slightly lingering under the depths, are colored a rich brown. The pupils are able to dilate between slits or completely engulfing her eyes, turning them completely black.
Her skin is white and rosy by the slight color flooding her surface. Scales appear along her shoulders, starting large at the top and shrink in size along her arm to end about her elbow. The flesh closer to the navel has a tint of desert brown that trails into a deeper color, melting into the tail of a rattle snake without the rattle. There are diamond pattern markings along the top which follow the tail to the tip. On the scales are faded crisscross scars from dangers and battle in her duties, but the most vivid one is where the dagger had sliced into chest and barely missed her heart. Time to time it still hurts.
Short Bio:
Mar was born as all Naga were. Her early memories- faded now- was in the Eastern territory of Mesa Gaan, a Naga city within Matash in Yarsomere region, and mostly in darkness from a hole in the desert landscape. She was born among a small family of five siblings as like her siblings, the moment her eyes opened she felt an immediate pull towards the first thing that caught her sight: Her mother, Vynir. For twenty years, most of her world was made of her mother, siblings, and her, deep within the burrow’s sandy and dark place. It was also during that time she learned the outside was dangerous when one of her siblings, a sister, had been snatched by a desert lizard’s head seeking an easy meal during her mother’s absence.
It was when she was 63, her appearance looked like a young six going on seven year old girl, her hands had wrapped about her mother’s sickle before she started to lift it up. Her muscles still too weak, Mar was taught by her mother alongside her remaining siblings to craft crude weapons suited for their small hands as well as fighting basics to hunt with and defend themselves. Over the years that ended her childhood, Mar watched her siblings fall to the dangers of the desert, learning from their mistakes and ensuring her own survival. Still feeling attachment to her mother, Lyamis, her remaining brother, and her remained about Vynir until they turned 130. It was then she was able to survive on her own and with it, her need for independence kicked in. Over the following ten years, their mother and even her brother seemed to be less and less apart of her life. Occasionally she would cross paths with Lyamis from time to time in her hunts, but it would be months at a time when she saw her mother. 148 years, their mother gathered both her children, driven by an innate instinct, then introduced them to Mesa Gaan, the Naga city and Vynir’s home. Among her family was six other surviving Naga that had joined up with their migration and it was there, they were sorted into one of two castes: Hunter or Crafter.
After examining her crudely made sickle, Mar became a huntress alongside Lyamis. She learned to exist among other Naga and the duties that came with being a huntress, from protecting the tribe in the watch stations to one of the few willing to guard the Ravine entrance deep underground that Mesa Gaan had once been part of. It was task few chose willing, but it was Mar that seemed to enjoy each time her turn came and often wandered Ravine’s passages and tunnels. Sometimes bring back meat, a strange carcass, and more from deeper parts when she hunted in small groups, her brother among them so often, until her 220th birthday.
This was the year she was chosen to be a Matriarch Tyro, a strictly female position, and was starting to learn a new level of responsibility. It was sudden and unexpected as Matriarch Amaryllis had announced the selection just a year after a most promising Tyro had passed in the Ravine, Mar among those on guard duty and the very Naga to end the Tyro’s life when the female had entered Malice. It was also the same event that sent a Naga party deep into the Ravine. There was little hope those lost would return until that very day, when they arrived with a strange slivery skinned biped: an Orc or demon named Karnage. Years passed in Amaryllis’s teachings and Karnage’s escort within Mesa Gaan, spending equal time in Karnage’s company as she did the three castes while they developed a connection of sort. It was a deep respect for each other’s skill and unique ability; eventually Mar stopped seeing her duty as a chore and more akin to a daily habit. Besides tending to Karnage, due to Amaryllis’s wishes, there was a subtle animosity between her and her fellow Tyro, Amaryllis’s oldest Ellys, which had slowly grown Mar’s since her acceptance into the caste.
Mar didn’t know just how far that hate would go in the end or how the effects would’ve changed her life forever. After turning 260, Mar and a male Naga were on duty just outside the Station north of Mesa Gaan’s territory when he suddenly attacked her. His coils wrapped about her causing Mar’s nature to fight back. Mar’s first impression was that the male was attempting to force himself upon her, but that was far from the truth when pain erupted from her chest. It dug in, barely missed her heart, and made her pinned coils fight harder. He had a bone dagger and fully intended to kill her! Fear, a sudden and unexpected emotion, washed over her causing her to take hold of the male’s head back. Tingles rushed up her fingers and disappeared into his skin, her fingers took a fistful of his hair. Her mageblood activated. Witnessed by several Naga that had timed their arrival to relieve them perfectly, the male Naga’s eyes bled and face contorted into an agonized expression, his skull crumbled in upon it and killed him instantly. Once the body was limply discarded off, her body crumbled to the ground, weakened by the effort spent. Mar was soon surrounded by wary spears pointed at her throat. Finally pulling the blade and discarded it from her chest, she was herded slowly to Mesa Gaan where she was placed on trial by the 3 matriarchs.
It was clear during the trial, Ellys’s hidden hatred and spite came out in persuasion to banish Mar completely. It wasn’t until Karnage requested to talk with the Matriarchs and offer another solution: He offered to lead Mar to Twilight College. Amaryllis, the eldest and most respected of the three, seemed relieved at this. Not soon after had Mar and Karnage departed, their back upon Mesa Gaan and loaded down with his goods, towards the College. It was at the end of the Summer Solstice when they arrived at the College Gates just hours before the new flood of students would be arriving shortly. The idea made Mar uncomfortable, mainly since Karnage was chiefly the only biped she had something closer than brief acknowledge towards. Naturally while Karnage was settling in, she decided to explore the area outside the gates.
Good Attributes:
Most her strength lies in her coils. Once constricted about, they are able to crush bone into dust by grinding them within her tail’s grip. However, solid objects like rocks, trees, etc. can withstand to the intense pressure and some larger races, like Orc and Esyire, with some time can break out of it. When stationary, the tail allows for surprising balance due to the wide stand it provides even during small tremors. It allows for her to lash quickly and retreat, much like a cobra even if appears to be cumbersome.
Naga have an extra sense and heighten ability in one of the five original. The first is the ability to sense heat thanks to two nearly invisible heat pits lay near the eyes on the nose bridge, allowing her to see a variety of heat signatures in the surroundings. Being part snake she can also taste scents in the air keener then a dog’s nose, simply by flicking out her serpent tongue.
Having a slightly different natural body temperature then a human but higher than a snake’s cold blooded type, Mar is able to tolerate hotter climates without breaking a sweat. In fact she’s rather comfortable in them and enjoys basking in the hot air when she can. It could also be due to the fact her kin doesn’t wear clothing and often go bear skin, seeing little problem with it.
Like most desert Naga, Mar has venom pouches in the room of her mouth and edge down into two longer fangs that replace her canines when they emerge. When completely retracted they look like two normal teeth. Immune to the effects from it, the venom isn’t poisonous or deadly as it is a numbing and paralyzing agent which can last up to several hours before fading away depending on often a victim is exposed to it. Some creatures, after being attacked, can develop immunity to it over time. More of a defensive trait, the liquid is rather potent and stored in low amount within her body. Once she ‘spits’ it into a victim’s eyes, her body takes several hours (6-12 ) to once more replenish its store making it a once shot deal.
Bad Attributes:
Naga have limited mobility, due to not having legs, which is a great weakness. Cliffs are her main problem. Unless there are rocky trails or wide paths to travel upon, the steep rock face lacks the sturdy ground for which her belly scale are made to grip. This makes it impossible to just climb vertically up the rock face and down the other side since her upper half would have to likely bare the weight of the climb and their arms aren’t built for that.
Her human part is a key vulnerability and almost as vulnerable as normal humans. It’s susceptible to blazing fire, sharp or blunt weapons, and more. The snake part is more durable to damage able to withstand it like leather armor, but with enough force or sharp enough can break though the tough hide.
Though being able to see the world in heat and smell, these senses are easily confused and limited in the message they deliver. Cold blooded creatures, places that emit vast amounts of heat or simply blocking heat signatures would make her sense useless in the end. Strong smells like sulfur and harsh perfumes would cause an unpleasant reaction, too strong to tolerate forcing her tongue to remain in. Another limitation is Mar would have to continually flick her tongue in and out for an updated data for the scent.
Though she can survive well in hot climates, Mar’s low heat makes colder climate difficult to bare. Often she is bundled in layers upon layers of thick, warm fur just to retain body heat. This also means she’s not a big fan of cold inducing magic. Naturally Cryomancers make her edgy in their presence, their ability able to hinder, sending her into hibernation, or possibly even kill her if not careful with how long she’s exposed to it.
Like most female Desert Naga, unless they prove themselves otherwise, Mar has a low expectation of males. This reaction is just as strong to other race males as well as is to her species making more of a learned trait. She doesn’t go out of her way to insult or degrade them, though her actions and gestures wouldn’t hide her true thoughts, but rather not entrust anything important or critical to a male who had yet to prove he is capable. At best times she just seems like a bitch while at worse, Mar might seems she has an air of nobility against those around her. Only time will tell if this habit will fade or not.
Secret Word: Rebirth