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Sirian Amon is a creature of near-perfect breeding. A naga from a realm where such beings are quite common he was born to rule among them. Sirian was thought by some to be the apotheosis of what the son of the Sultan should be, charming, handsome, athletic and a near prodigy at everything he attempted.
Of course, besides the admiration of his peers the young prince inspired jealousy, envy, even hatred. His world changed when his father grew ill. Being one of several children, and one of the last in line for the throne it was an insult to his brothers that popular support demanded that he step into his father's position. It didn't matter that Sirian had no interest in affairs of court, it was clear to his siblings that he had to be eliminated.
On the eve of his coronation ceremony, Sirian lounged languidly in the grand hall watching the live-dancer-meals perform the duty they had been pampered and trained for their entire lives, the human men and women were received by an all approving audience, and one obviously uninterested Sirian. His eldest brother, Ahumei, began to put his plan into motion, he begged his usurper of a brother to cheer up, a Sultan should have a large appetite, it would be inauspicious and ungratious to not accept such a banquet. He paraded the most proficient and beautiful dancers before Sirian, tempting his brother with each in turn until Sirian relented, choosing a slender male for his dinner. A wonderful selection, of course, Amuhei praised Sirian, but not before slicing a small scratch into the male with a sharpened fingernail, delivering into the dancer's system a potent toxin in just that small dose.
Sirian supped on his willing meal, and when he had sated himself on the young man, Sirian took his leave from the event on the advice of his brother Amuhei. It was only in his chambers a short time afterward that Sirian felt the effects of the poison, the room spun, he grew weak, and with his dulled senses he watched in a haze as his brother entered into his private quarters. He could only moan lightly and twitch slightly as he watched himself dissappear into his brother, inch by inch, scale by scale. Darkness became the only world he knew, that is, until Sirian awoke... unexpectedly... in a strange and alien world from the one he once knew.
Description:
Sirian is a young adult naga and a handsome one at that, his features are soft and he often sports a playful half smirk that hides a keen, cunning mind. His eyes are slitted like a serpents , black lines striking a distinction along that sea of gold. His pale skin is adorned with the fashion of his world, the black silk sleeves, and a ruby medallion hanging from his neck. His hair is long and smooth, a light orange-blonde that tapers off into a brilliant pink. His snake half extends a full thirty six feet behind him, his ruby scales possess a healthy, well fed luster. He tends to be methodical in his movement and his speech, taking his time with both.
Preferences:
Sirian is a pampered, but realistic sort, he's found out that this world isn't much like his old one and willing prey is far too rare to become a staple in his diet. At a full fourty one feet from top of his orange plumed-head to tip of his crimson tail he requires alot of food. He's a predator for the most part, but he's new at stalking his prey. He prefers soft vore, but is capable of hard should the need arise. His jaw and body is very pliable and his inner muscles are even more powerful than his outer, finely tuned and capable of dragging his prey quickly down to its semi-permanent home.
That being said, it isn't unreasonable in a place like this that Sirian would find himself on the prey side of the equation either, though he finds the very idea degrading (prey were lesser beings, not naga), there's a certain appeal in it that he can't shake. Expect him to be unwilling in nearly every circumstance.
As for gender, Sirian has no real preference males, females both are sources of nourishment for Sirian, species is of no concern either as long as it seems a reasonable fit, Sirian is more than comfortable with devouring it.
((Alright, that about sums it up for Sirian, if you like the character and would like to arrange a scene I'm almost always up for one! Send me a whisper and I'll get right back to you!))
Sirian_Amon is a Shattered Requiem
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