Player Name



Vasuki aka 'Sleeps'


True Nagavanshi


Choke and Chomp: At the cost of one AP, Sleeps can immediately make a bite-based melee attack after successful athletic maneuvers used to constrict an enemy. If successful, this attack will result in a persistent -1 to all physical skills except body or mind, as the naga's venom takes effect.


Devotion: Vasuki really believes he is a descendant of his namesake, and despite all that has been done to change him, he to all that he learned during his upbringing. Meditates daily, and nightly, to strengthen, and maintain his connection to his namesake. Very well versed in his culture, religion, and occult practices in general. An innate ability to recognize other beings linked, descended, or derived from 'divine' beings, most usually only eastern ones.
Consecration: The many 'improvements' Marshall, Carter, & Dark paid to have made to Vasuki have been undone, through a combination oh exercise, determination, and the favor of a tired old snake god. Vasuki's physical condition, as well as his mental state, has been restored to what it ought be. Thick, hard as steel, pure white scales coat his tail, and forearms. His altered fang fell out, and a new one grew back in it's place. Now, when the naga bites people, it isn't him that ends up hurting. Comfortable in his own being once more.
Motion Sickness: Vasuki shares some traits with the snakes used by the charmers of his home country. Although, as a being capable of higher cognitive thought, and reasoning he can resis the entrancing sway of a snake charmer's performance, or anyone who knows how to move, the part of his mind that slithers is still somewhat enraptured by such displays. The result, as such, usually is a dazed, and occasionally nauseated Vasuki, brought about the mental conflict.

[Temp. Aspect] Bug Hugger. Can be used for a free reroll when grappling/Wrapping an insectoid or chitinous enemy.


  • Scholarship (Occult): 4 (Great)
  • Athletics: 3 (Good)
  • Perception: 2 (Fair)
  • Stealth: 3 (Good)
  • Melee Weapons: 2 (Fair)
  • Physical Defense: 3 (Good)
  • Mental Defense: 3 (Good)
  • Body: 3 (Good)
  • Mind: 3 (Good)
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 6
  • XP Held: 3
  • XP Used: 0


  • Yoga: 4 (Great)
  • Hissing: 3 (Good)
  • Wearing Pants: -5 (Pathetic)
  • Being A Trap: 4 (Great)
  • Language: English


Cloak, some ceremonial clothing in a small sack with some other clothes. Not much of anything else.

Personal History

Vasuki was born, and spent much of his life being revered and 'safe-guarded' in his birthplace, Vasuka, the home of a small Nair clan found near Mannarasala in Travancore. His mother did not survive birthing him, and his father was never more then another worshiper for Vasuki. Eventually, when he got older, more autonomous, and desperate to roam, Vasuki fled his home, and the constant observation he was put under by those around him. Unfortunately, his life until then as an exalted descendant of a mythological deity had ill-prepared him for the real word. He soon fell into the ungentle, and uncaring clutches of less religious folks, specifically three uncouth, gentleman on perhaps, harder times then Vasuki. They saw him as a freak, a monster, and, most unluckily for Vasuki, a possible source of profit. They attacked him at the first opportunity. He was subdued, quickly. The men sold him to some very severe, well paying, well dressed gentlemen. That was how Vasuki found his way into the possession MC&D, where his scrupulous religious upbringing was ignored out of hand by those who had purchased him. Money talked. And those it spoke for had a certain kind of worship in mind for the androgynous Naga. He was eventually bought wholesale by a very possessive repeat client. Vasuki's numb, hopeless acceptance of what his life had become was washed away, if only somewhat, when the opulent fool who had thought they''d taken yet another safe, and broken oddity into their harem took him away from MC&D, and allowed the Naga a minor amount of freedom. They might possibly even have gotten along, but it became clear that his new owner still only wanted all the same they had wanted before. They at least died in Vasuki's very impassioned embrace, scaled hands clasped desperately over their mouth, muffling his screams while the young man's poison went to work.


Weighs in around 627 lbs, and is about 15'5 from head to tail. Loathes birds, and things that fly. Human torso. Arms. Face like a snake with some human features Still scaled like a snake.

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