Sisas

[Sisas]

Sisas Ssilarsisas Appearance Race: Dhani, Viper Gender: Male Age: 116 Birthday: 34 Summer, 400AV Birthplace: The deserts of Ekytol Appearance: Viper: With his ability to “puff out” his scales(rather like Earth’s Bush Viper), along with his hood, Sisas’s Viper form is terrifying. The top scales are red, and his underbelly and the undersides of his hood are a deep, burnished gold. Bush Viper Info : Venom: Hemotoxin, more painful than fatal. No known antivenom for all species of Bush viper; only one has some effect Size: Ranges from 16-31in; small-to-midsize Dhani: Sisas is on the larger end of the Dhani Viper scale, measuring 11’6” from end to end. His coloring resembles that of his Viper form. Human: Sisas’s human form stands 5’4” tall, and weighs in at 143lbs, all of which is muscle and sinew. The eyes are gold, with the tops and bottoms of the pupil being very slightly pointed, as his snake is venomous, but they are very difficult to actually spot. He has brown hair with lighter highlights, and his skin is deeply tanned. He’s incredibly slim and fast, as befits a Viper. He has a tendency to wear a glove on his right hand, which is covered with red veining from his Vexation Gnosis. Character Concept Sisas is a quiet, unassuming man. He prefers to let his body do the talking for him, no matter the subject. When angered, a low hiss can often be heard, and if he doesn’t calm down, he’ll either shift or strike. Generally, however, due to his small size and advantage in speed, Sisas prefers to either shift or run so that he can avoid a conflict. He represents the snake quite well—Cunning, treacherous, and would rather run and save his precious body-made venom than waste it. He has few friends—most of which is due to his race—but those he does have, he is extremely loyal to. As long as he’s not hungry. Character History Born in a nest in the deserts of Ekytol, Sisas is used to the heat. However, he wanted to leave the nest as he felt smothered there; he felt like he could live better somewhere else. In 507AV, Sisas gained the Vexation Gnosis. Eventually, Sisas traveled to Ravok, but he only stayed there briefly before traveling on to Sunberth, where he stayed for several seasons before moving on once again. Moving : As of 24 Spring, 516AV, Sisas is on his way to Kenash, a hive of debauchery where he believes his skills with be appreciated. He joins a caravan, and is set to arrive on the 65 of Summer, 516AV. Language Fluent Language: Snake-Tongue Basic Language:Common Poor Language: Arumenic Housing Location: Sunberth House: Tent just outside of Sunberth

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Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Trade-In Housing +500GM 600GM Cold Steel Tamo Daggers -60GM 540GM Cold Steel Naginata -60GM 480GM Garrote -5GM 475GM Tent(4 person) -10GM 465GM Portable Poisoncrafter Kit -150GM 315GM War Dog, Well-Trained -50GM 265GM Feed, 10lbs (x2) -10CM 264GM, 90CM Living Expenses(Winter 513AV) -45GM 219GM, 90CM Living Expenses(Summer, 514AV) -135GM 84GM, 90CM Emilvirute, Acson -6GM, 2SM 87GM, 8SM, 90CM Whetstone -2CM 87GM, 8SM, 88CM Sunberth Shanty x2 -4SM 87GM, 4SM, 88CM Paying Fiachra -6GM, 4SM 81GM, 88CM Leather Gloves -1GM 80GM, 88CM

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Possessions   Starting Package 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week’s Worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel   Heirloom Utility Bracer containing a Blade Spring and 3 Vial Sheaths   Acquired Possessions Cold Steel Tamo Daggers Cold Steel Naginata Garrote 4-person Tent Portable Poisoncrafter Kit War Dog, Well-Trained 20lbs Feed   Rikit Rikit is the War Dog Sisas bought; protective of and loyal to his owner. Mixed breed of unknown origins, purchased in Sunberth, from Killroy's Kennel. Large dog; 30" at shoulder, 70lbs Feed Remaining: 12 days - Commands: Hand Gesture Purpose Sit Rear to the ground, attention on Sisas Stay Stay in place until released Heel Follow at left side, shoulder in line with Sisas's leg Sic(Attack) Attack the target; target must be marked first Fetch - Fetch requested item(very basic, needs to be refined; limited to an item Sisas has thrown) Track - When presented with a scent, follow the scent

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Skills, Lores, Abilities   Skills Skill RB SP XP Total Proficiency Intelligence 0 10 0 10 Novice Torture 0 10 0 10 Novice Poison 10 0 0 10 Novice Stealth 0 5 0 5 Novice Unarmed Combat 0 10 0 10 Novice Weapon: Tamo Daggers 0 5 0 5 Novice Weapon: Naginata 0 5 1 6 Novice Weapon: Garrote 0 5 0 5 Novice Animal Husbandry 0 0 1 1 Novice Observation 0 0 1 1 Novice Socialization 0 0 5 5 Novice   Lores Locations People/Animals Skill-Related Culture Lore of Ravok Layout Rikit: A Valuable Companion Poisons: A Necessary Evil Sunberth: Frowns Upon the Savoring of Human Blood Sunberth: Where Being Overly Cautious is a Good Thing Shadiss: A Potential Audience to Torture - - - Shadiss: A Fellow Dhani Far From Home - - - Shadiss: Does Not Get Attached to Things - - - Shadiss: Takes Pleasure in Giving Pain - - - Lore of The Black Sun - -   Abilities Dhani Shift The ability to turn into a half-snake, half-human creature; based on the Bush Viper, the scales on the top parts of Sisas's body are a deep read, while those on his bottom half are burnished gold. ---> Measures 11'6" from end to end, only one and a half times stronger than the average human male Full Shift The ability to transform into a full snake; Sisas's snake is based upon the Bush Viper, bearing the same coloration as his Dhani form, and along with the hood that all vipers have, Sisas's individual scales can 'puff out', rather like ruffled feathers on a bird, or raised hackles on a canine. ---> As the Bush Viper is a relatively small snake in the real word, Sisas's viper form reflects that; he is only 7' long. Human Shift The ability to shift into a fully human appearance in order to better blend in with the world around him. Sisas still carries a sibilant accent, which is the only way to discern the fact that he is not, in fact, human short of catching him in the middle of a shift. Poison Generation As a Viper, Sisas creates his own poison that can be injected through a bite while in either the Dhani or the Viper form. ---> Sisas's poison is a hemotoxin, which is not immediately fatal. It thins the blood by breaking down red blood cells, promoting bleeding. If left unattended, the wound will prove fatal as it will not close properly and the victim will bleed to death within a few bells.

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Thread List Summer 514AV Start End Thread Name Type Character(s) Summary 20 20 Similar Minds Think A-Like Closed Sisas, Sherashadiss Shadiss meets a another viper, friend or foe is the question... Spring 516AV Start End Thread Name Type Character(s) Summary 2 2 Whispers and Shadows Solo Job Sisas, NPCs Sisas takes on a job that's just simple intelligence gathering... Or it should be. 5 - Seeking Relief Solo Sisas, NPC Sisas seeks relief from a relentless blessing 10 - Wings and Scales Co-op Job Sisas, Fiachra Sisas needs some help gathering information; Who better to ask than a bird?

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Goals Gnosis Vexation Gain 2nd Rank Night Stalking Do some more research IC & OOC before deciding

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Gnosis Vexation Starting Gnosis - Approved by HD Rank: 1 First Blood : 67 Summer, 507AV The desert air was hot. This wasn't anything new; the desert was always hot, even in the shade of the sparse vegetation, where Sisas was currently hiding. The only time that it was remotely cool was when it rained-- which was rare-- and even then the faux coolness only lasted as long as the rain touched one's skin. Sisas much preferred going underground if he needed to cool off; the Viper liked the heat, though. Liked to see just how long he could stay outside until it started to become painful, to affect him beyond the range of pleasantness. The Dhani was tugged from his thoughts by the appearance of a small group of Chaktawe. Strange humans, they were - though to the (relatively) young Dhani, all humans were strange; the only thing he remotely understood about them was the violence he’d seen some caravans indulging in. Sisas wasn't even entirely certain that these creatures with their dark skin and jet-black eyes were human, despite sharing the same general body shape. Then again, considering the Dhani was only seven years past the age of maturity, he didn't particularly have much experience to speak of, and he could also appear human when he chose to. This group of Chaktawe, though, was what Sisas was here for. This group was part of a larger one that had recently taken up residence atop the ruined human city nearby. Normally, Sisas would not bother with the humans at all, except for one detail: This group of juveniles contained a member who had decided to attack the female Sisas was considering attempting to catch the attention of for a potential mating. Love had no place in this-- this being revenge against the Chaktawe male-- but rather instinct and pride. Dhani, being a matriarchal race, held the females of their kind in extremely high regard. Sisas and many other young males had been outraged at the news of the attack, which had luckily done very little damage to Marissanssass, but Sisas was the first to take action. He was going to kill the Chaktawe and present its head to Sanssass. But first, he was going to have some fun with the male-- there was a small oasis Sisas knew of that was rarely used, and where he could easily carry out his work uninterrupted. Sisas carefully studied the humans as they walked towards the city, laughing and joking with each other-- the one that he was after seemed to be the leader, which did pose a bit of a problem as to how Sisas was going to get him alone. The plan was to bite the young human while in his Dhani form, and then drag him away quickly. However, if the human was a leader... He may be protective. There's a thought, Sisas mused. [color=#1100FF]If he is protective, perhaps I can lure him away. He was bold enough to attack a Dhani single-handedly after all… It would take some doing, but Sisas thought that it may be possible for him to accomplish. He was no master of stealth or cunning, but he was a Dhani on a mission. Moreover, he was a Viper Dhani on a mission. Vipers had always prided themselves on being quick-witted, smart, and more than willing to play dirty, thanks to their smaller statures than the other types of Dhani. They didn’t have brute strength or killer venom, so they needed to play to other strengths to survive. Now was Sisas's chance to prove that he was a true Viper, one worthy of mating with a female. The young humans did not immediately return to the city, instead choosing to linger outside and talk, occasionally tossing around some small object that didn't really merit much attention from Sisas; he was in his viper form, hiding in the shade of a nearby desert shrub. It helped to hide his colors, and for once Sisas cursed the fact that he had been born with such outstanding colors - the deep golds of his underbelly and the underside of his hood were nice enough, and easily blended with the sand, but the scales that faced the rest of the world were a bright red, the color of freshly spilled blood; to say that they stood out was just a bit of an understatement. If he had been like Shabear, a viper whose dull scales blended perfectly with the desert sands of Ekytol, he would have been able to get much closer to the humans. As it was, he would simply have to make do with hiding in the shrubbery while he plotted. The Dhani's mind worked constantly as he observed the humans over the next few bells, shifting occasionally as the sun did so that he stayed in the deepest shadow of the bush he was using as camouflage. Eventually, Sisas came up with a plan of attack-- he would wait and see how the humans entered the ruins; from what he had observed over the past few bells and matched with his admittedly limited knowledge of Chaktawe in general, if the male he was after was a good leader, or overly-confident, he would be the last one in. If Sisas made enough suspicious noise, the human would come either alone or possibly with one other of his companions. If he came with everyone, then Sisas would simply haul off across the sands and try to come up with another plan. The juveniles spent another bell, perhaps two, outside of the city before beginning to wander their way back. Sisas, who had moved so that he was in a good position-- he thought, at least, that it was a good, strategic position-- during those two bells, watched and waited eagerly. He would have to time it just right, if these strangers reacted the same way that juvenile Dhani did, not wishing to go back through the entrance to the nest once they had passed through it with the intention of that being the final pass of the day. Sisas's excitement grew as he saw his target take up a position in the back of the line, talking and smiling with a young female Chaktawe. If Sisas had been in his human form, his mouth would have been curling into a snarl. How dare that... that... that - oh, Sisas didn’t even have words to describe this aberration - socialize with a female, after the way he had treated another! The male deserved to have his testicles ripped from his body for his transgressions, and possibly be buried in the sand to be left for the carrion. Sisas would not be bothering with this attempt at subtlety and stealth if the Chaktawe's attack had seriously injured Sanssass. Shaking his head slightly to force himself to refocus, Sisas was startled to realize that in his outburst of rage, he had almost missed his opportunity - the male was almost to the gates. Quickly, the Dhani began setting his plan in motion: he used his tail to rattle the leaves in the shrub, being sure to keep them lower and softer to imitate the sound of a prey animal rustling around in the leaves for food. With any luck, that would be exactly what the Chaktawe would think it was, and he would come alone, sending his companions on ahead of him. If all went according to plan after that, then by the time anyone realized the male was taking too long to come home, Sisas would be long gone with his own prey. The plan worked beautifully. The male Chaktawe that Sisas was after stopped; he and the female next to him were the only ones left outside of the ruined stone walls. The male peered around, his gaze finally landing on Sisas's bush, and a grin spread across his face before he turned to the female. Sisas could just make out the words they exchanged. "I hear prey-- I will be in soon. Go on and tell everyone where I've gone." That was the male, confident. "Malkin, no-- remember that hideous snake-woman the other day? What if it's another of them?" The female, and Sisas could not restrain a small hiss of distaste-- Sanssass was one of the most beautiful Dhani in the nest; this just proved that Chaktawe were either blind, stupid, or both - in Sisas's opinion, it was the latter. "In that tiny bush? Hali, I'll be fine. At worst, it'll be a scorpion, and I'll just jump away and come straight to the tent. I promise you, I will be okay." That is one promise you won't be able to keep, Sisas thought, fiercely pleased and just a touch impatient for the human to send the female on her way and for him to just come over here already. There was another chime's time of argument, before the Chaktawe male leaned over and pressed his lips to his companion's cheek briefly before sending her on her way. Finally, Sisas thought, coiling himself and preparing to spring. The other male approached carefully, weapon already drawn, and Sisas noted that it was a knife; it looked to be of a good make, and the sun glinted off of it brightly. That would come in handy for silencing the male as Sisas took him to the oasis. Sisas waited, the tension inside of him coiling tighter and tighter until the Chaktawe-- Malkin or whoever-- finally reached out to push aside the leaves of the shrub. Sisas struck; he was fairly certain that he had never moved faster, sinking his fangs into the male's chest and injecting him with Sisas's venom-- it wouldn't kill Malkin right away, but it would hurt for a good long while. The other male leapt back with a startled yell, and Sisas took the opportunity to fall to the side and force his shift into Dhani form while the Chaktawe was still on the ground. It took only thirty ticks-- had the Chaktawe been any older, any more experienced, he probably would have had time to gather himself and attack while Sisas was at his most vulnerable. As it was, Sisas was dealing with a juvenile, and all Malkin did was stare with his tongue hanging open. The first thing Sisas did was lunge for the Chaktawe, counting on his superior speed and barely-superior strength in combination with the hemotoxin still attacking the younger male’s blood and distracting him to be able to wrest the knife from the other male's grip; he succeeded after a couple chimes' wrestling, and promptly smashed the butt of the knife into the side of the other male's head. The move rendered the male unconscious, and Sisas paused, alert for any sound that would indicate someone coming to check on Malkin. After a few ticks, Sisas nodded to himself, satisfied, and got to his feet, dusting some sand off of his scales before bending to lift the Chaktawe's body onto his shoulders, taking a moment to rearrange him so that Sisas could carry him with minimum discomfort. The Dhani used his tail to obliterate the evidence of their fight as much as he could, and then he set off for the oasis. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The oasis was thirty chimes' walk from the ruins, although with the added burden of another being, it took Sisas almost a full bell-- he'd had to stop once and hit the Chaktawe over the head again to keep him from regaining consciousness. Sisas felt no guilt over that, nor any guilt over what he was about to do. In preparation for his impending activities, the viper had stashed his own knife and a good bit of rope at the oasis. The rope Sisas used to tie the Chaktawe to two of the trees-- his wrists were bound to one tree, and his ankles to the other. Then, before the other male had a chance to wake up, Sisas used the knife he'd wrested from him to cut out his tongue, ensuring that the male would not be able to speak. Screaming was another matter, but Sisas had more rope-- he could always gag Malkin. Speaking of screaming, that was exactly what Malkin woke up with. Sisas sighed to himself, but then grinned-- he could tie the rope as tightly as he wanted, after all. The Dhani fetched the appropriate length of rope from the pile he'd brought and proceeded to place one part inside of the human's mouth, tying it off at the back of his head. It was a nice, thick, sturdy rope-- it could not be bitten through, and would do a fine job of muffling any noise the human would attempt to make. And Sisas planned to draw this out as long as his venom would give him. "Welcome back," Sisas said, his voice distorted by the Dhani form. "I wasss waiting for you to wake up." Malkin, of course, could not respond, but that was all right with Sisas. "Do you know why I took you?" he asked, slowly tilting his head to one side. The Chaktawe's head tossed from side to side frantically, and Sisas shook his own head in mock disappointment. "Then allow me to remind you. "You attacked one of our femalesss-- one that I wasss hoping to mate. You ssscared her, terrorisssed her when ssshe did nothing to you. Thisss isss what happensss to thossse who harm a female of the Dhani." Sisas took his own knife in hand first, eyeing the young male contemplatively as he turned the knife over and over in his hand, plotting the course his blade would take across the boy’s skin. Once he’d sketched the patterns, he used the Chaktawe's blade to deepen them, sometimes carving out chunks of flesh just because he could. Sisas debating eating those chunks that he removed, but eventually decided against it-- he didn't want any part of this boy inside of him. Once he grew bored with carving, Sisas clinically cut the clothing from the boy's body, removing every last scrap. He crammed a few pieces of fabric into the Chaktawe's mouth alongside the gag, just to make it harder for him to breathe. Sisas paused once he'd done that, listening intently to their surroundings; all he heard, however, was his heartbeat and the boy's, both racing but from different causes. Looking over his handiwork, Sisas smirked at the sight of the blood flowing freely from the most recent cuts, and he used the edge of the blade to scrape off the forming scabs, keeping the older ones bleeding as well - the blood was flowing freely thanks to Sisas’s venom, a venom that wasn’t strictly fatal, though the weakening of the blood often led to death. The next part of Sisas's plan involved some rather painful organ removal, and Sisas looked forward to this the most. He could not contain a gleeful grin at the thought of what the other Chaktawe would think of the mutilated body Sisas would leave behind for them to find-- if they found it at all. Sisas decided to use the boy's own knife to remove his reproductive organs, making sure to make the cuts as sloppily as possible, in order to create the most pain. Sisas thought he could grow addicted to the feeling of being judge, jury, and executioner. Especially the 'executioner' part. Malkin's heartbeat was sluggish now-- he had lost a lot of blood, and Sisas's venom was working against the boy even further. Sighing to himself, Sisas knew his fun was over-- Malkin had passed out halfway through the last part. Dropping the Chaktawe blade into the sand, Sisas wiped his hands off on the trunk of a nearby tree before moving to Malkin's head. He broke the boy's neck in one clean movement, and left him hanging there while Sisas fetched his own knife and the burlap sack he'd brought along to carry the boy's head back in. He didn't want to leave a trail of blood for any vengeful Chaktawe to follow. Sisas positioned the sack so that it would catch the boy's head once Sisas had finished removing it, and then he took his time carefully feeling out the break in the neck-- that was what his knife would pass through; he'd broken the neck to make it easier. He didn't think that he had the strength necessary-- nor did his blade-- to force the knife through bone. Easier to create a path for the blade to travel through, and worry only about cutting through flesh. It took a few chimes of sawing, but eventually the sharpened edge of the knife passed through the Chaktawe's neck entirely, and the head rolled neatly into the sack. Sisas tied it off before straightening and slinging the bag over his shoulder. He was still in Dhani form, although he could have easily carried it in human form as well. The Dhani form, however, was better for traveling swiftly through the sand; the sun, which had been setting when Sisas first attacked the Chaktawe now lying dead and bound to two trees, had sank fully, giving way to the moon and stars. Luckily it was a cloudless night, and the moon was almost full; Sisas would have no trouble navigating the desert sands to get back to his nest. Shouldering his prize, the Dhani set off. He estimated it to be a two bells' run before he'd reach the nest, and he wanted to get back as soon as possible in order to present his trophy to Sras. When he was almost back, Sisas heard footsteps approaching from behind; he whirled, crouching and hissing, only to pause in confusion. The woman standing before him was no Chaktawe, which Sisas would have expected. She didn't have the weird markings made of dirt on her face-- her skin was fair, and her hair carried a faint shimmer to it and looked the deep red of spilled blood in the moonlight. "Who are you?" Sisas demanded, not rising from his crouch. "What have you got there?" the woman replied, gesturing to the bag Sisas carried. "Answer my question and I'll answer yours." Sisas hesitated; her voice carried power, and he wanted to obey her-- not because she was a female, but... But Sisas didn't know. He didn't know why this woman's voice affected him this strongly, didn't know why he wanted to follow her orders. In the end, he decided to-- it could not hurt much. "I carry a trophy, a prize to bring back to a female I would mate," he said finally. "So you killed that boy for love? Or was it lust?" the woman asked, raising one eyebrow. "And as you answered my question, I will answer yours. My name is Krysus." Krysus. It took Sisas a few heartbeats to place the name, and he was shocked when he remembered that Krysus was the goddess of murder-- and Sisas had just murdered someone. In doing so, had he pleased her? But if she was pleased, then why would she make a personal appearance? "It is an honor to meet you," he said, inclining his head respectfully. "I thank you for gracing me with your presence." Krysus laughed at that, and her voice, her laughter, seemed normal, but Sisas could hear something off in it; something that sent shivers of the bad kind down his spine. Still, he did not speak; he may have pleased her with his murder of the Chaktawe, but he did not know what might displease her. After a moment, Krysus smiled at him. "I liked the torture before you killed him-- you are a Viper Dhani, are you not? I have heard good things about your cruelty." Sisas dipped his head. "I am, Lady Krysus. Pain is a beautiful thing, not often appreciated." "I appreciate it," Krysus informed him before falling silent. After a moment, she reached forward, extending one hand. "I will offer you a gift-- you will be able to give pain more beautifully than you ever have before." Sisas hesitated only a moment-- there had to be a catch to this gift, surely. But then again, he was being offered a gift from a goddess. How many Dhani could claim that honor? In the end, he held out his own hand, the one not holding the burlap sack. "I thank you for the gift, my lady. And I accept." Effects: Pro: Sisas is able to amplify the pain he inflicts upon a sentient being. Con: Sisas endures a cycle of pain; for every day that he does not inflict pain, his own grows. If he goes four days without inflicting significant pain upon another sentient being, he will die. He is only able to buy himself a day's relief at a time, however, unless he kills someone. As a reminder: The pain one feels as a follower begins as a simple headache at first but progresses to violent chest pains by the end of the first day. The second day brings shooting pains in the arms and legs while the third day the follower's skin splits open in places causing no small amount of pain and bleeding. On the fourth day, after suffering so much focused pain, the follower will die. This may all be prevented however by causing pain to another sentient being. No matter how torturous and extreme the pain one causes to another may be, they only buy themselves a single day before their own pain begins or if it has started already, they reduce the effects by one day. So if someone is three days into their own pain and they cause pain in another, their own pain is reduced to the level of two days. Killing another however will reset the follower's pain clock to day one. No matter how caught up a follower is on causing pain or killing others, they cannot buy themselves more than a single day before their pain begins anew. There have been reported occurrences where those marked by Krysus begin to view their curse almost like a drug; reveling in the painless feeling while fearing the painful withdraw.