(Ophion: from the Greek god Ophioneus, ruled the world from Olympus but was eventually cast down by Cronos. Nagara: A local name for the Indian Cobra, Kannada dialect.)
Gender: Agender/Genderless; but, for simplicity, identifies as male if asked.
Blood colour: ████ (High blooded land dweller)
Personality
==> Be the hissy a*****e.
I Am Not HissssY...FidDleSsssticksss
Your name is OPHION NAGARA and while you might NOT ALWAYS BE HISSY you are certainly always a GRAND a*****e. It's not that surprising considering you are a LAND DWELLING PURPLE-BLOOD with FANCIES OF ALTERNIA-WIDE CULLINGS and are on your way to becoming a SUBJUGGLATOR.
==> Write this personality blurb like normal.
Yeah okay that's an awesome idea.
As previously stated, Ophion is a purple-blooded land-dweller with rather large genocidal aspirations that are driving him to be a subjugglator. Truth be known, it is only the power and prestige of the subjugglators that Ophion desires (well, he enjoys the makeup too) and, given the opportunity, he'd go beyond them. And, in fact, one of his plans is to do just that. Beneath his strict beliefs in the hemocaste, Ophion has a deep, dark disdain for sea dwellers. At the core of his genocidal plots against low bloods is an intrigue to excise the gilled fiends from power. Of course such treasonous thoughts would earn him an immediate culling, even despite his blood, so those thoughts are never aired aloud, on script, or in any other form. It's hard being an unscrupulous traitor. It's hard and no one understands.
Dangerous intrigues of Glory and Grandeur aside, Ophion is a rather intelligent troll with an almost unhealthily voracious appetite for knowledge and an off-kilter imagination that puts all that knowledge to use. His main interests are currently biochemistry, genetics, and toxicology. To nurture it, Ophion has constructed a lab in his hive and uses the haemotoxin milked from cobramom to conduct his experiments.
Another, more casual interest, is that of detective stories. In public he touts lines from Troll Sherlock Holmes, but in private his true detective role model is that of Troll Bruce Wayne also known as...The Troll Dark Knight. He never lets it be known in public since the stories get him a little hot under the collar. The troll dresses as a black flying ratbeast lusus and makes dozens of his own kismeses because of it. What he would give to have powers like that...or to be with someone like that. Yeah, being the Troll Joker to his own Troll Dark Knight...running around New Hemisect with deadly toxins in-
==> Stop daydreaming about black romances.
Right.
A little more typical of his purple-hued blood, Ophion is a very vain and self-absorbed troll. When he's not obsessing over his own image he's probably obsessing over his status. Originally set to make his home on Busthind Mountain, his lusus determined him to be too fragile and moved him to the flatter, quieter region of Old Hemisect. Unfortunately, given Old Hemisect's decrepit nature, it leaves a lot to be desired for someone so concerned with status and superiority. So Ophion does what any troll feeling a bit self-conscious would do: he takes out his frustrations on other trolls to establish his superiority and, if he can, he takes from them as well. Old items, shiny items, fancy looking items...anything that could possibly be rare and valuable Ophion wants to decorate his hive with. Anything to make his hive stand out as a diamond amongst the rubble, anything to make HIM stand out amongst his fellow trolls.
==> Ingest some sopor slime.
hOw wOndErfUl~~~
Ironically enough, the one thing Ophion does subconsciously, and the one thing he hates, is what really makes him stand out from other trolls. When Ophion happens to have a sleep eating binge in his recuperacoon he emerges completely and utterly unlike himself. Which is to say he's a pretty chill troll...albeit with a few eccentricities.
Rather than speaking very properly and eloquently, Ophion speaks in a rather lilted and sing-song voice. He also loses his interest in the castes set by the hemospectrum, finding all blood colors to be ExcEptIOnAlly bEAUtIfUl. So beautiful in fact that he enjoys using the blood samples that he had collected for experiments to make wonderful fluorescent glowsticks instead. And then he dances with them...quite badly. And to anything really. He'll attest to hearing music in the nearby ocean waves and will rave to it. And if anyone else is around he'll rope them into dancing too. And, when he's puckered out from all that dancing, he'll sit and tell them about his wIckEd pAst lIvEs which end up really just being past lucid daydreams interspersed with odd factoids and, sometimes, completely bogus sopor-induced fantasies. Sometimes the stories turn into a feelings jam and he'll cry. A lot. It's a very awkward experience.
Okay so maybe that's a lot of eccentricities. All the more reason you shouldn't ingest sopor slime! Also all the more reason cobramom tries (though often fails) to keep him inside.
Strengths
+x One CanNot Make A DeLiCious BreakFast ProTein Cake WithOut CulLing A Few Grubs... (Machiavellian): There's not an instance where Ophion isn't considering how best to use those around him (and their situations) to benefit his overarching plans as well as any short-term plots he might have frying in his think pan. If it would help him to befriend a troll, he'll be your best palemate; if it would work better if you weren't around, he'll plot to have you culled. Ophion never does anything without a higher purpose in mind and so, for the like-minded, it makes him a very easy, no-nonsense companion and/or ally. For everyone else, he makes for a very dangerous predator.
+o FlyGrub In The Sky...I Can Go Twice As High... (Imaginative): An eccentric mind begets eccentric ideas and so Ophion is not one to limit himself to the metaphorical four cornered receptacle unit, even for completely ordinary and simple situations. Ophion's imagination also makes him a wonderful FLARP master, allowing him to concoct campaigns woven more intricately than any spider lusus' web...unfortunately he ends up forgetting most of his reasoning for his strange twists and turns not long after the campaign has begun...
Fun fact: With a lack of proper release for his mind Ophion will slip into vivid "day"dreams that he later on mistakes for reality.
+o A ThinkPan Will Rust If Not Used SuFfiCcienTly! (Knowledgeable): There's nothing on Alternia (and beyond) that Ophion doesn't find fascinating and, as such, he finds himself absorbed in an eccentric conglomeration of media (collected from various abandoned mansions in Old Hemisect). How much time and effort he spends on each subject, however, depends on how useful he deems it. Many subjects (such as lusii romance, petrology, and the tensile strength of hair across the hemospectrum) remain very shallowly delved into while other ones he makes a point to become an expert on. In particular, Ophion makes it a priority to be knowledgeable of the socio-political environment on Alternia. Sure part of it is to make bets on when the next coupe will arise (and by what group), but more of it is to get involved in any should it be beneficial (such as, hyping up an issue in order to get a larger following for it so a larger number of low-bloods can be culled).
+o GotTa Go Fast...? What Is This NonSenSsse?! (Agile): What Ophion lacks in constitution he makes up for in speed and split second decisions. His evasive maneuvers greatly resemble the flexible, fluid movements of a snake (a technique learned from cobramom of course) and his attacks mirror the same deadly swiftness of a snake bite. Any strife with another troll follows the same tactics: move fast, hit fast, hit often, dodge fast, dodge often.
Flaws
-o Who Said PerFecTion CanNot Be ObTained? (Vain): If asked to name an unfavorable aspect about himself Ophion would remain in pensive silence for a long time. So long he might even fall asleep. The fact is, he is hard pressed to find anything about himself that is less than polished perfection. He is so fully absorbed in this belief (some might even say delusion) that those who try to argue otherwise are countered with terrible, over the top vengeance. Nothing gets Ophion more rancorous than insults and injuries to his vanity and pride.
-o I Do Not Care If It Isss Dawn I Musssst Find My Tie! (Monomanic): Tying in with his fastidiousness is Ophion's inability to let certain issues go. When focused on a single issue, Ophion is nigh incapable of addressing anything else that arises even if it is something that would normally be deemed a top priority (a good example would be ruining a near-completed experiment due to the previously mentioned loss of tie). This obsessive need to resolve certain issues makes most progress of his rather unsteady and frustrating, like walking two steps forward and one back.
-x We Will See Who Will Be FlapPing Their Squawk GaPer When the HaeMoToxIns Kick In (Vengeful): For Ophion, the only way to overcome any offense against him, slight or otherwise, is swift, exacting, savage revenge. When it comes to his vengeance, excessive isn't a word in his vocabulary because obviously any punishment he chooses to dole out is immediately deemed acceptable because of his blood superiority and, when that argument fails, there's the ever over-ruling "because I said so".
-o Oh FidDleSsstickssss... (Delicate): Ophion has the constitution of a glass sculpture (which is to say, none at all). Fighting is not his forté, especially not when the fight is fair. If his agility or underhanded tactics don't provide the necessary defense in a fight one can expect there to be a lot of broken bones, purple puddles of blood, and a lengthy house arrest by cobramom.
Key
x = Not applicable when intoxicated.
o = Still applicable when intoxicated.
Weapon: 2XSwordKind - Currently trying to use urumis but can't wield them for s**t and ends up cutting himself more than any of his training dummies. *This means that if he's using the urumis in a battle and a 1 is rolled he hits himself with the the weapons for whatever the second roll amount is.
He's kinda decent with his patas though.
Appearance:
Symbol: Indian Cobra Hood Symbol
Hive location: Was originally going to build a hive up in the Busthind Mountains but, due to his lack of STRONGNESS, was forced (by cobramom) to abandon his hive there and now lives in a mansion on the beach in Old Hemisect.
Lusus: Basically a cobra cockatrice known as cobramom. Cobramom is ornery, short-tempered, and takes over-protectiveness to dizzying new heights. She throws a screeching and hiss fit almost every time Ophion tries to go out unaccompanied (which is always) and often picks fights over the cleanliness of the hive (it's never clean enough for her even at its most immaculate!) When Ophion was younger, cobramom had the ability to pick him up with one of her claws and fly with him. Nowadays he's just a bit too heavy to fly with her but she still manages to grab him with a claw and hop around a bit. Some days she's complacent with being milked for venom and other days there's a strife required for it.
Power: None.
