Naymein

Naymein is, simply put, a naga. From an arid plain way down south, his scales a deep tan, almost light brown, and his underbelly a very faded green. He was designed to fit in! He blends with most environments, his lightly tanned skin and dark green eyes only aiding in this. It's all for the best, too; he happens to be in the slaving business.

Now, don't get that wrong, He hates his job. Sure, he believes in the whole "naga supremacy" thing, but he never lets that affect his work. He hates the feeling of having to hunt down others that he won't even get to enjoy, wrapping them up and sending them off. He's a fairly well built naga, slim but with dense muscle underneath. Long, dark, flowing brown hair going to the center of his back, every now and then braids gracing his locks. He seems to love the nice accessories, golden rings, jaded arm bands, jeweled earrings... Oh, and those horns are fake, but he loves the fear it puts in the eyes of his prey. A demonic naga? Oh no!

He always carries around his eagle feather necklace, having found it after a stroke of luck in his life, believing that to be the reason for the luck itself. He wasn't always so eager to enslave; once a young, innocent little nagaling who went out into the world, grew to an impressive twenty seven feet, and slowly turned more and more dark as the blows kept coming. It wasn't an easy life for him, he should have never ran away from home! Sarcastic would be a good word for how he acts, rather cocky but mostly passive, not dangerous to those who don't threaten him.

Did we mention he's poisonous? His body carries two types of venom, one being a rather potent paralysis that takes hold in less than five minutes, and the other being a slightly weakened rattlesnake poison, only proving to be deadly through multiple bites, causing extreme itching and burning in small doses.