Hognose

xxxxx

death comes for us all

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Goes by Malyen or simply Mal, the viper demon is a decent six and a half feet tall, nothing too imposing, and carries themselves with a youthful air, wholly manufactured. Triple digit age is something he rarely shares, gender is distractingly assumedly masculine, and quite confidently so.

An assassin, beast tracker, greed carries him from port to port and hunt marks stack in his pockets, a string of fangs and claws coil as a belt under dark leathers that are his simple treasures of the past. Hides his wealth with bottomless drinks and a collection of weapons that never stay the same every night he is out, looking for work is a hobby instead of a means of living with this slippery devil of a man.

If the whiskey doesn't satisfy, his hunger for flesh will drive him into the masses of the black markets, and there is no limit to his cravings, no preference to their presentation within society. Mal chooses not to bother with the niceties of small talk for those in collar, so if you want to be charmed by the snake, you best look as if you are worth his time and not a toy to be paid for.