 Ssedrasshadara, daughter of Zhethassedra
Female Constrictor Dhani
115 years of age
Snake:
39’8” from snout to tail, she is quite an average sized snake, but her skin is made up of bright and vibrant shades of brown that glimmer with health. This is her favorite form, and she takes good care of it. She takes her sweet time when she sheds and keeps watch on her food, exercises regularly, and as a result is very vigorous and, as she likes to think, quite desirable.
Dhani:
Not her preferred form but more comfortable than her human one, Sshadara’s Dhani form resembles her snake one closely. Her two arms and a humanlike ribcage being the only features that are not serpentine testify to her dislike of human form. Her skin is a dusty tan base with rich brown and black markings. She is slender and streamlined, a perfect example of her race and more than a little attractive.
 Human:
Sshadara dislikes her human form greatly, and though she can shift into it without a problem she finds actually functioning hard. Legs just seem pointless and ungainly and make her clumsy unless she focuses. Her skin is gentle olive framed by brown-black hair, and when she does bother to change she usually brushes it and ties it back with a leather strip. She does not usually wear clothing, as she is only ever in this form in private. |
Character Concept
Sshadara is, above all, smart. Her gift for analysis combined with her rather large imagination, pride, ambition, cleverness, and speedy tongue make her quite a dangerous person, indeed. She knows how to accomplish just about anything, and what she wants she fully expects to get. She can easily take offense when she doesn’t, and will carry grudges for decades. Her self-image is rather inflated, and when it is wounded she will go to great lengths to exact vengeance. She is extremely self-serving, and because she knows how to get her way so easily she can be rather lazy about doing things she doesn’t see a reason for.
She is not, however, absolutely self-centered. She can actually be amazingly selfless when it comes to her race rather than a specific individual. She is acutely aware of the problems that are so limiting to their expansion, and takes her responsibilities as a female Dhani very, very seriously. Since childhood she has groomed herself to her culture's standards of an 'ideal' woman, both in mind and body. She carries the prized traits of ruthlessness, brutality, and a large dose of racial ego, as well as health, strength, and speed. She also has a habit of hunting more than her female peers, though she has never seen anything particularly wrong with it.
She is also a fanatic devotee of Siku, seeing the goddess as more of a mother figure than her real mother. She does not go to the shrine regularly; rather, she has her own self-made altar in her home that she prays at daily, nightly, and sometimes in between. She habitually makes small offerings to the goddess: incense, literature, sometimes she’ll even torture things in front of it if she gets the chance. She almost entered the priesthood when she was younger, but her love of activity prevented her from giving what she could, and she came to realize that she could do more good elsewhere.
Because she holds such high standards for herself she holds high standards for others as well. She can be very quick to judge and criticize someone she believes is not doing the most they can. In this she is rather hypocritical. When she doesn’t see something as ‘necessary’, she often won’t do it and is often lazy. She is still rather young and has not taken on her first mate, but because she has such high expectations of genetic and physical strength if not moral strength, she is prepared to wait. |
History
Born into the third clutch of Zhethassedra, Ssedrasshadara did little to stand out among her siblings. She was not the smallest or largest, strongest or weakest, but as time passed she showed herself to hold the largest share of the most valuable ability of all: she was the smartest. Quickly establishing herself as the leader of the clutch through intimidation and intellect, she took her time learning the skills necessary for survival, making sure to do things right the first time. She found her studies fascinating, and was imbued with a strong sense of racial duty, as well as personal superiority, at a young age.
When her mother was slain by a Myrian hunting party, Sshadara did not feel any particularly strong sadness. 34 at the time, she and Ssedra had never been particularly close. It did, however, spark an interest in the race. She began to study them and their ways, and sees them in a different light than her peers. Instead of the boiling hatred so common among her people, she saw them with a logical eye. She became aware of the Myrian’s advantage in population, and started to think about what exactly the problems were and how to right them. All her theories, though well-meaning, were still just theories.
As she grew, she began to care for herself more than her siblings. She took up herbology and philtering to make herself the best she physically could be, grooming herself endlessly to become her society’s ‘ideal’ female. Though she will deny any suggestion to it, she also enjoyed being vain. She took up wrestling to keep herself in shape, and hunting to both sharpen her senses and to also study the Myrians that had been such thorns in the sides of her people.
Soon enough she was approaching adolescence, when males stopped being idiots and started to smell quite interesting. She started to receive a different kind of attention, as well, and in the throes of hormones and gender separation the group of underlings she had gathered year after painful year dissolved, everyone going their own way to figure out what exactly was happening to them. Sshadara began to pay more attention to the inner workings of the nest, and began to connect to her grandmother and members of the priesthood in her search for womanhood. As she learned more and more, she became closer and closer to a few priestesses, and after three years attempted to become one herself. It was a complete disaster. She didn’t have the skills to lead the nest in prayer or ritual, and after five more years she left, deciding that she could do much more good elsewhere.
Her hundredth birthday passed, and she mastered her human form. Male attention, more serious than the passing glances of late childhood, became frequent, and she began to learn of her influence over the opposite gender. She often uses her wiles to trick them for her own amusement, as none of them could match her standards of an “acceptable” father. It is here out story begins, deep into Falyndar’s season of rain and thunder… |
Skills
| Skill | Total | SP | XP | | Hunting | 20 | 20 | 0 | | Seduction | 20 | 20 | 0 | | Wrestling | 10 | 10 | 0 | | Philtering | 5 | 5 | 0 | | Observation | 5 | 5 | 0 |
Lores
Outsmarting a Myrian
How to get out of a bad date Languages
Snake-Tongue(Fluent)
Myrian(Basic)
Common(Poor) |
Possessions
1 set of clothing 1 waterskin 1 backpack with Brush, comb, soap
1 dead boar
1 knife
Flint and steel Heirloom
 During her brief time as a priestess, Sshadara met and bonded with an older Dhani named Vsari. She was a senior member of the clergy, and in her spare time she was a very avid snake breeder. Though she was nice enough to the impetuous young woman, she had a habit of unwittingly insulting people that had gotten her into too dangerous of a situation to get out of. One night, Vsari came to Sshadara's home, holding a white baby snake. Unwilling to let her death destroy years of work, Vsari bequeathed the creature to who she had come to view as her niece, then disappeared into the night. She was never seen again, but Sshadara never stopped caring for her snake. His name is Stetsir, literally "Lovely Star." He is a five year old leucistic reticulated python, and stretches to a powerful twenty-seven feet long. His eyes are black with blue pupils, and if someone speaks snake-tongue, his ego is just as large as his mistress's. He is quite proud of his color, and though he lacks the intelligence to manipulate he is completely loyal to Sshadara. Since he could not hope to survive in the wild, she takes care of him, feeds him, protects him, uses just about the same amount of lotion of him that she does on herself, and because of this he idolizes her. He is very serious about protecting their cave, and doesn't like male Dhani. At all. Housing
Sshadara lives in a cave deep within Zinrah. It is roughly 20x20 feet, though it is shaped more like an oval than an actual square. There is no bed, though various furs (mostly feline) are strewn about for her lounging pleasure. Ledger
100 gm |
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by Ssedrasshadara on January 11th, 2012, 11:20 pm 
