Kazel

The Mutant

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Kazel
  • Gender: Other
  • Race: Mutant
  • Deity: Slime God
  • Age: 19
  • Size: Large
  • Body Type: Naga
  • Height: 7' 2"
  • Weight: Varies
  • Personality: Seemingly Emotionless

• Description

  Mutant was the first thing to mind upon looking at this malformed monstrosity. Its torso was draconian, in a sense, with four arms and dull grey and brittle looking scales. Its second set of arms only had three clawed fingers on them. Its muzzle had two barely noticeable slits for nostrils, and was lipless thus causing it to drool constantly. Its eyes where milky white and pupils horizontal black slashes, dividing its large eyes in half perfectly down the middle. Hair was a mixture of coral snakes and vipers, rather active and each seemed to have a mind of its own. This lively and free thinking hair has resulted in many serpent bites scares on its face and shoulders.
  
  From below the waist line its body tapered off into a green serpents tail which glistened in the light from a slippery substance that was excreted through pores beneath the loosely packed scales. Leaving a trail of this substance behind it seemed to dry up rather quickly once it left the mutant's skin, become rather sticky. About as sticky as soda poured on an area then forgotten for a day or so. Drying out also causes it too loose its reflectiveness, thus becoming quite unnoticeable until stepped in by some unfortunate person.

• Biography

  This mutant was a naga, no not the kind with a human torso and face. He was a transmutationist who ended up worshiping the god of slimes in a desperate act of survival while treading dangerous lands. Appeasing the god was easy, and as such gaining its protection was equally easy. However that came at a price despite the appeasement, his body suffered from mutations and where cured from mutations almost at a whim. Combined with his transmutation magic, his body was quickly inundated with magical contamination halfway through the hostile terrains he dared to tread.
  
  Unfortunately he was one day surrounded by mighty titans who planned on tearing him apart. In a desperate act he tried to transmute his body into a dragon to either fight or fly away from them. However he fumbled his spell from the tension, flooding his body such great levels of magical contamination that he glowed brightly in broad daylight. The end results, he either decided to forget or didn't plan on chairing but it survived. Loosing gender and form badly mutated, survival is all that mattered too it.