Zmaj/Female/Naga

[Itan]

Name: Zmaj (Za-Mi) Drook
Nickname: None
Gender: Female
Age: 187 but appears to be around 20, she is young for her kind.
Species: Naga
Sexuality:Straight

Mother: Unimportant
Father: Uncared about
Siblings: Only a single brother is known, Xanthor.
Spouse:None
Offspring: None
Pets: An aging Nile Monitor named Sid

Eyes: A slate grey of the Human variety
Hair: Dirty Blonde hair that tied back rest between her shoulder blades, not too long and not cropped. A cluster of scales lie at the nape of her neck and extend ever so lightly to where her tail meets her torso.
Skin: Caucasian lightly tanned which blends with a “Bleached” pattern tail nearly 30 feet long in a lovely sweeping V pattern which mirrors the human hip.
Height:Counting the tail Zmaj is exactly 26’ 4” long, if we don’t count the tail and simply go by her “human” height she would be 5’ 10” tall. She can rise up on her tail 1/3 or her length if she is so inclined.
Weight: A lady never says but at this point she can reach 400 lbs. if she is well fed.
Length: 26’ 4” and growing
Scars: A few older scrapes along her tail, life lines if you will. Only one imbedded scar right below the joint where her human skin meets bronzed scale, it is a semi arch around her waist always hidden by her belt.
Tattoos/Piercings:None
Typical Clothing: A battered and worn yellow jacket which has faded to a dusty gold, the zipper all but rusted through. A seaman’s style “white” flowing top lies beneath it, again faded to ivory. An old style gladiator’s belt which is worn over the ivory top it holds a small assortment of weaponry on occasion.
Other:Example of a Bleached Python:


Strengths: Strong of heart and mind, Zmaj is highly intelligent as well as cunning… brave and bold when others of her kind shy away into the crevices. Her sheer size gives her a mighty advantage as well.
Weaknesses: Not versed in the ways of others due to her kind’s nature and reputation she flounders when slammed into social greetings with unknown beings. Saying such, a moment in her past hovers always on the forefront of her mind and wreaks havoc when triggered. By far though, the largest weakness that she carries always is simply being what she is, a secretive and reclusive creature far from the average person’s mind. To many she is seen as a monster to be eliminated at all cost. She has been hunted, and has learned to fear.

Dreams/Goals: : To leave the cover of the forest behind for the open world and waters that lie beyond it, and to battle the ocean waves once more. To secretly find those who accept her kind, though one horrible failure taught her well and even that dream is masked from her.
Fears/Phobias: To be placed at bay, to be trapped, bronze casted weaponry.

Personality: Zmaj is young when related to the life span of her species, and she still retains some of the simply joys that come with it. She is playful and imaginative, she smiles and laughs and lounges in the canopy of the forests. She adores the water, and is happiest when set free upon the sea or within lakes and rivers. Before her kind retreated from the coastlines she was often confused with a mercreature. However, Zmaj is far from carefree; always vigilant she is ready to bolt at the slightest provocation, avoiding conflict whenever possible. Her bulk can move astoundingly quickly and she can simply disappear within seconds, a skill that has saved her hide many a time.

She is bold and strong willed, her territory vast for her age. A fierce fighter and a mighty opponent the young Naga has learned much from her 187 year life, both joy and anguish linger in her memory.

History: Naga’s come together only to mate, band, or fight; all offspring are born from a combination of the trio. Upon conception the weakest will shrink within their leathery eggs and the dominant will thrive, thereby giving them a better chance at survival. Zmaj was conceived a weakling. For three long years the offspring of two average marked Naga would battle for their very existence before ever taking their first breath. The life of such a small giant is brutal; only a handful of Naga reach their first century. The dominant offspring are born live while the weakest are born trapped within their eggs. Here the female Naga’s job is complete and often she will leave the young to live or die, just as Zmaj’s dam did.

Zmaj’s brother guarded her egg. He is the only reason she ever had a chance at survival, he the creature that sole her life within the womb returned it. She hatched and together she and her sibling stuck close to one and other for the duration of their youth. They learned to flee and to hunt and to fish and to swim. They grew large and as their kind do, they eventually broke apart from one and other; each to walk their own path. Zmaj headed to the coast, small enough to move without being seen she plunged into the surf and remained aquatic for nearly four decades until she understood that fish had been good to her and the land called to her. She emerged from the depts. of the arctic ocean at a staggering 23 feet long, unheard of for her age and along with a loss of pigmentation due to the subzero temperatures she was a rarity. Just as was the world she had left.

(To be continued in RP and recorded here.)



Please forgive my horrid application, its nearly 12 here. I WILL fix it as the character develops.