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Full Name: Savitairess Ssanssiffnoss (Savitaire)
Birthday: 12th of Summer, 362AV
Race: Dhani, Constrictor
Age: 150 (looks 25)
Gender: Male
Wt: 195lbs
Ht: 6’4
Personality:
Normally he seems rather passive, easy going and willing to trade a smile, but he has a bloodthirsty temper. If someone is eager for a fight, he’ll give them one and pity the poor fool for he’ll happily break bones. He has a lot of pride, but doesn’t have too much arrogance, he’s confident, knows what he wants and takes it if he desires to do so. He doesn’t back down from a challenge he knows he can win, but is smart enough to know when to back off. He’s an honest sort, standing by those that prove their worth to him and never hesitating to crush those that make themselves an enemy.
Ethics:
Despite his temper and enjoyment of a good fight, Savitaire won’t attack if the other backs down. He won’t harm innocent people and if an opponent doesn’t have a weapon he’ll simply stop fighting. In the case of a fist fight, depending on their skill, he’ll either end it quick or play around.
Likes:
Savitaire likes lively places, places like this offer any number of things to ease boredom and have places known for a good fight. He has a big appetite and loves good food.
Dislikes:
Annoying people, he’ll usually just leave, but if they begin to pester him he’ll lash out to scare them off.
Goals:
Savitaire has the strong desire to make a place for all of his people, not just for a particular branch. He hates the constant infighting that is slowly destroying their race.
Religious views:
Savitaire doesn't have a god he worships, but he will give a portion of his kills from time to time to Caiyha the Goddess of Flora and Fauna.
Relationships:
Savitaire is currently not paired with anyone. He's only interested in women, he's got a fondness for Konti and redheads.
Discription:
Straight black hair that he keeps short, but will get curly if wet, grey eyes that are easily given to laughter as they are to turn storm grey with anger and a tanned complexion. One could easily take him as the son from a couple different races. He’s tall, lithe and stocky, but not overly muscled, keeps healthy, doesn’t care to go too far. He likes to dress in loose clothing climate willing and dresses very warm should he be forced to travel in the cold.
In his Dhani form and his Serpent form his scales are a shiny ink black and silver, his belly is a soft grey color. As a snake he is forty five feet long, solid muscle and serpentine beauty. In his Dhani form he is twenty two feet long, strong like the rest of his kind, an intimidating sight to be sure and even more deadly.
Background:
As the last surviving child of Ssansserion Noffnica, one might think his mother would care for him. However because he turned out male she had been highly disappointed, while she’d praise him for excelling, she didn’t show him affection otherwise. She constantly pushed him when she was teaching him, but if there was no lesson she felt she wanted to teach she ignored him otherwise. She was fond of reading and it was the collection of books that he too fell in love with. While it couldn’t feed the hunger of desire to prove himself worthy of his mother’s love, it fed his desire to learn more. She was the last of their family, though not of their particular species, his other siblings died either at the hands of another of their kind or by other races. They lived isolated as best they could, but his mother liked visiting the other races from time to time.
It was one thing they shared willingly together, the love of lively places. When he got a firm grasp on his human form his mother took him fully in to the heart of true civilization and taught him about various peoples. He had been at a bar when a fight broke out, the conflict drawing the attention of a viper, after the brawl he and his mother fought, she lost and died. The male that had killed her left him alive, probably in hopes he’d come back for revenge. It burned in him, hot as fire, but he didn’t let it fester. He decided then that he was more interested in seeing the world than dying at the hands of one of his own kind. His mother wouldn’t have liked it, but it was his choice to live how he wanted and not in fear of the ill will such a choice could breed in one dead. He did however imprint the image of the killer in his mind, he might not seek him out, but if he ever had him in his grasp he’d squeeze the life from him. He didn’t want to throw away his life in the pursuit of revenge, there was too much to see before he wanted to die.
Timeline:
Age: 1-135 spent with his mother.
Age: 135-145 spent among his own people.
Age: 145-150 spent wandering around.
Age 150- ? Spent in Syliras
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Full Name: Savitairess Ssanssiffnoss (Savitaire)
Birthday: 12th of Summer, 362AV
Race: Dhani, Constrictor
Age: 150 (looks 25)
Gender: Male
Wt: 195lbs
Ht: 6’4
Personality:
Normally he seems rather passive, easy going and willing to trade a smile, but he has a bloodthirsty temper. If someone is eager for a fight, he’ll give them one and pity the poor fool for he’ll happily break bones. He has a lot of pride, but doesn’t have too much arrogance, he’s confident, knows what he wants and takes it if he desires to do so. He doesn’t back down from a challenge he knows he can win, but is smart enough to know when to back off. He’s an honest sort, standing by those that prove their worth to him and never hesitating to crush those that make themselves an enemy.
Ethics:
Despite his temper and enjoyment of a good fight, Savitaire won’t attack if the other backs down. He won’t harm innocent people and if an opponent doesn’t have a weapon he’ll simply stop fighting. In the case of a fist fight, depending on their skill, he’ll either end it quick or play around.
Likes:
Savitaire likes lively places, places like this offer any number of things to ease boredom and have places known for a good fight. He has a big appetite and loves good food.
Dislikes:
Annoying people, he’ll usually just leave, but if they begin to pester him he’ll lash out to scare them off.
Goals:
Savitaire has the strong desire to make a place for all of his people, not just for a particular branch. He hates the constant infighting that is slowly destroying their race.
Religious views:
Savitaire doesn't have a god he worships, but he will give a portion of his kills from time to time to Caiyha the Goddess of Flora and Fauna.
Relationships:
Savitaire is currently not paired with anyone. He's only interested in women, he's got a fondness for Konti and redheads.
Discription:
Straight black hair that he keeps short, but will get curly if wet, grey eyes that are easily given to laughter as they are to turn storm grey with anger and a tanned complexion. One could easily take him as the son from a couple different races. He’s tall, lithe and stocky, but not overly muscled, keeps healthy, doesn’t care to go too far. He likes to dress in loose clothing climate willing and dresses very warm should he be forced to travel in the cold.
In his Dhani form and his Serpent form his scales are a shiny ink black and silver, his belly is a soft grey color. As a snake he is forty five feet long, solid muscle and serpentine beauty. In his Dhani form he is twenty two feet long, strong like the rest of his kind, an intimidating sight to be sure and even more deadly.
Background:
As the last surviving child of Ssansserion Noffnica, one might think his mother would care for him. However because he turned out male she had been highly disappointed, while she’d praise him for excelling, she didn’t show him affection otherwise. She constantly pushed him when she was teaching him, but if there was no lesson she felt she wanted to teach she ignored him otherwise. She was fond of reading and it was the collection of books that he too fell in love with. While it couldn’t feed the hunger of desire to prove himself worthy of his mother’s love, it fed his desire to learn more. She was the last of their family, though not of their particular species, his other siblings died either at the hands of another of their kind or by other races. They lived isolated as best they could, but his mother liked visiting the other races from time to time.
It was one thing they shared willingly together, the love of lively places. When he got a firm grasp on his human form his mother took him fully in to the heart of true civilization and taught him about various peoples. He had been at a bar when a fight broke out, the conflict drawing the attention of a viper, after the brawl he and his mother fought, she lost and died. The male that had killed her left him alive, probably in hopes he’d come back for revenge. It burned in him, hot as fire, but he didn’t let it fester. He decided then that he was more interested in seeing the world than dying at the hands of one of his own kind. His mother wouldn’t have liked it, but it was his choice to live how he wanted and not in fear of the ill will such a choice could breed in one dead. He did however imprint the image of the killer in his mind, he might not seek him out, but if he ever had him in his grasp he’d squeeze the life from him. He didn’t want to throw away his life in the pursuit of revenge, there was too much to see before he wanted to die.
Timeline:
Age: 1-135 spent with his mother.
Age: 135-145 spent among his own people.
Age: 145-150 spent wandering around.
Age 150- ? Spent in Syliras
