Character Full Name: Viv

Called: Bad Rattles, Rattles, Snakey, Rattle-Assed Grump, Big Butt

Character Age: 28

Pronouns: They/Them (He/Him is also fine)

Gender: Nonbinary | Andro, masc leaning

S.O: Diamoric Bi (ro/se) | Allo (ro/se) | Polyam

Character Species: Naga (Western Diamondback)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

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Height: Typically 'stands' at a height of 5'4" (Tail is approx 25 feet long)

Build: Lean

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Dark Brown

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Strength: Low

Dexterity: High

Constitution: Mid

Intelligence: Mid

Wisdom: High

Charisma: Low

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Description: Their face and torso has a scattering of freckles and sunspots. They've got pit organs underneath their eyes that enable them to "see" with heat vision. Apart from retractable fangs, a forked tongue, and pointed ears, their torso looks fairly human. Their hair is often braided and a worn hat sits atop their head. Ponchos or heavy cowls make up their wardrobe. Large heavy clothes help to conceal the weapons they carry. 

They're covered in scarring, mostly faint, that becomes harder to see along their tail, past the rougher scales, in comparison to their body. Diamond-shaped spots form a pattern along the dorsal of their tail, the underside is a light color, but all in all the tail is reminiscent of (earthen) sand. The color of the desert.

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Brief Biography:  Sharpshooter and former mercenary, Viv roams the Pavian deserts alone. Unseen. Their preference. The naga is primarily active at night, intentionally taking wilder paths to minimize their contact with others. Sleeping in increments throughout the day to conserve energy. They go into town when coin is needed, and for the things their own hands, the sands, and the oases are unable to provide. 

Survival comes first. And the person they trust the most to maintain their survival is themself. Relying on others can be dangerous. They might risk losing their edge, whatever notoriety they might have earned to their name over the years. Or… someone they become close to could get hurt, or worse… Would they be the coward they know they are all over again?

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