Sssyra

Length: 33 feet altogether, 3 feet of human, 30 of snake.
Weight: Fluctuates but, barren of a meal, he weighs a little over one ton. Not exactly light, but it's all spread out pretty well.
Marks~: Silrath Has claimed the boy, his neck displaying the intricate symbol of her ownership, scarred from her own teeth. What, isn't that how everyone does it?




"Ugh God, feel like a train hit me..."

They say that, amidst infinite possibilities, different paths are easily taken. A number of possibilities can result of your life, and it's short term with the living...

"Got a cramp in my legs.... HO GOD!"

Well... when a man defeats a Goddess, and is torn from his own little world, and pitched through time and space, sometimes... things can get a liiiiiiittle bit screwed up.

"Hisssss... God mother****ing DAMNIT! It's always SOMETHING isn't it?!"

And well, sometimes you wake up a man and... sometimes there's 30 feet of red-bellied black snake where your legs used to be.

No one's entirely sure, or can offer an explanation, as to why all of this happened, but Syracuse ended up a naga. One of these infinite Syracuse's, just laying in his bed, has a run in with a naga. When he wakes up, perhaps deity's sense of humor, or a little too passionate for his own good, fate takes the helm. And now he can slither about~

As a naga he's not exactly fantastic, still getting used to his body. It's fun, though. Fast, sleek and shiny. His bite carries toxins that slow the body, or can mess with your head, inducing a psychedelic euphoria, or destroying your mind with fever and constricted blood vessels.

His jaw can distend, like any other snake's, where the black forked tongue is housed, smooth but still carrying a human warmth to it.

He can coil around things, of course. And learned a good bit about hunting from his smaller cousins, hanging from trees and dropping around things, or crawling through high grass while his tongue scents the ground. All and all, the transition hasn't been too hard... and he's so damn strong, now!

With all that extra Syracuse, though, damn can he get hungry. So much, in fact, that he's taken up oral vore, something he never really enjoyed as a human. And he has to eat! After all, nagas are kinda rare, he needs all the protein he can get. If he gets lucky, he might scent one that's wanting!

Conversely if he isn't too too hungry, and just wants some more seed to spread the naga 'love' he could just tuck you in his "... well I call it a mating pouch, but I dunno what it is." and melt ya to goo.

He still dresses his upper half in his feathered cape, and still carries his sword on his back out of both habit, and comfort that he is still himself, Syracuse.


Syra resides in his lair, the Den_Of_Shadows