[Character Sheet] The Guivre

[The Guivre]

The Basics
Name: The Guivre
Age: 12
Apparent Age: 12
Gender: Male
Height: At thickest body part, .5 meters. 12 meters in length from horntip to tailtip.
Weight: 420 kg
Eye Color: Desert yellow.
Hair Color: Scales are a dark sea green with a red "frill" of scutes around the back of the neck on top. Horns are dark brown.
Physique: A huge (15 meters long) dragon-like snake with a prehistoric looking long snout.
Race: Dracoanguis solus
Language: Latin. The Guivre hisses his words, but the syllables and sentences are clear.
Religious affiliation: The Guivre has come to believe in every god and tries to upset none of them. If two gods' wills ever conflict, the Guivre will stay out of their affairs.
Homeland: The pond in the Black Forest.
Home/Location in Psychotopia: The Corrupted Cave
Heraldic Symbol/Colors: None.
Skills
Studies: Baking.
Apprenticeships: Is learning cooking tips from Slugfoot.
Natural Abilities: Powerful swimmer. Body can be used for constriction. Bite force of 1500 PSI.
Occupation(s): Friend and pet of Ensichrys.
Financial Status: Has no money. Ensichrys provides for him.
Family
Mother: Unknown.
Father: Unknown.
Brothers: None.
Sisters: None.
Half/Step/Adopted Siblings: Mortracta could be considered his adopted sister, whereas Ensichrys would be his brother or guardian.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.

Possessions
Clothing: None.
Jewelry: None.
Weapons: His tail has a raised spine of scutes. His head has three forward facing horns. He also has large fangs.

Armour: None but his scales. His scales are assembled in such a way as to deflect most projectiles, but do little against blades.
Magical Items/Artifacts (and their powers): None.
Currency: None.
Tools/Utensils: None.
Books/Scrolls: None.
Food: None. The Guivre has just devoured an entire cake.
Medicinal Items/Herbs: None.
Are any of your possessions sentient? No.

Character Depth

Silence crushed down on the young creature. The odd bloop of a turtle or amphibian sounded quietly. The Guivre enjoyed his time at the bottom of the large pond in the black forest. It had become known only as "the lonely lake" to the creatures of that part of the forest, and the Guivre was the apex predator.

The Guivre had experienced a life of complete solitude and hate before meeting his first friend, Ensichrys; so it was still taking some time for him to completely adjust. Whenever he became too overcome with any given emotion, he would retreat to the pond and sit at the bottom with naught but his own thoughts.

When he did this, the Guivre would often relapse. Every then and again, a human, or family of humans, would stop by the pond to gather water. Humans, those detestable creatures that so reviled the Guivre in his early youth. If they had their way, the Guivre would have been slain long ago.

They never got their way.

The Guivre was massive and cruel. Those terrible humans never once left the pond. The Guivre's location, therefore remained a secret to all humans. He would not have it any other way.

Suddenly, he heard the distorted version of his name being called from above the water. Surfacing quietly, the Guivre swam to the bank and was greeted by his master and friend.

"Guivre," Ensichrys said, "Slugfoot says your muffins are too sweet."

The Guivre warmed instantly to his beloved guardian. The Guivre hissed out in his first language. "Bonus!" ((Good!)) If Slugfoot didn't like something, chances were that it was good and tasty. The Guivre loved to bake; especially muffins. Everybody loves muffins.

The two strode and slithered toward the cave, chatting amicably the entire way. A bizarre friendship- yes. But a strong bond nonetheless. Nigh on inseperable they were.