Idris Sen

Class: Hybrid Feral

Species: Gold Spitting Cobra

Name: Idris Aadi Sen

Nickname(s): do you have a death wish?

Birthday: 8 November, 3016

Owner: Himself ONLY. Forever.

House: ----



Eye Color: Rich gold, ringed with poison green near the pupil

Hair Color: metallic gold, like his scales

Height: 5' 8" (his hairstyle makes it 5' 9" :3)

Weight: 190 lbs

Build: Idris has a sort of beach-tan skin-color, and is lightly muscular in build. Snakes, after all, are simply ropes of muscle.

Distinguishing Features: Idris has a lengthy scale pattern down his spine and parts of his back, has scales in place of fingernails, and has a scale-pattern over the tops of his arms and the shins of his legs. There's also a pattern down his chest. All of this is lightly interspersed, so you can still see his more 'human' skin. His gold hair is thick and a little past chin-length, but the front is pulled back to a higher pony-tail behind his head. He has a thin braid or two mixed in at the side.

Typical Dress: tight silk shirt that's button-down with loose sleeves bound by his wrist-bracers. His pants (also silk) are more baggy, but bound fast across his flat abs and by his shin-greeves at the end. He always wears boots that cut short half-way up his greeves (halfway to the knee) and has a necklace made form a large piece of ivory shaped like a snake fang.

Orientation: straight as a board and open to a relationship, as long as it doesn't get in the way of his work.

Other Notes: Idris is not able to take Cobra form, as most hybrids who can take on the skin of their animal counterpart. He has serpentine pupils, which stand out vivdly and make it difficult for him to assume the disguise of a human. His fangs also fold out, (though the rest of his teeth are still there, and only slightly pointed) like most cobras, especially when he's ready to spit. His speech is accented with a slight hissing lisp. It becomes more pronounced when he has his moments of anger, and sometimes poison flecks accompany his words--why most steer clear of him in a tyraid.



Age: 26

Likes: (at least 4)

[one] The rebellion. He's going to change this world for the better--and by that, he means for the hybrid ferals. Those who are pets can either convert and beg forgiveness, or die with their disgusting masters.

[two] Ibraheem, his baby brother, who is the cutest most wonderful thing in the world! (Note: Anyone who disagres will taste cobra venom. Nothing survives cobra venom.)

[three] He is fond of some of his fellow rebel hybrids, in particular Leilah Talbot and Nadia Fortuna, whom he views as very close to little sisters. The glomping habit of the former makes him very uncomfortable, because Idris isn't really comfortable with physical contact; the latter's adoration-complex and the way she follows him or his closest friend and leader, Lionel, around is somewhat cute.

[four] Spices and silk are his two most favorite things in the world. His clothing is never anything short of silk, and if he's going to swallow something whole (as all snakes eat), it better be descently spiced.

[more?] Milk mixed with animal blood is his favorite drink (that's animal blood, not hybrid OR especially filthy human). Rats also taste pretty good, but only from the Outskirts. Those city-rats taste like grime.

Dislikes: (at least 4)

[one] Humans. They are the worst thing to have happened to the earth.

[two] Weakness. Whiny, sissy, complaining, worthless, cannot-defend-themselves types bring him endless ire. He would sooner bite them and put himself out of their misery.

[three] Sweet stuff. It doesn't taste right to him. Scratch that, it's simply disgusting. Just like the smoke from what humans call cigarettes. That also disgusts him.

[four] Frilly clothing. He's seen it on some of the humans he's killed when they'd wandered into the outskirts and it is difficult for him to describe, but there's something that really annoys him about frilly, ruffly stuff. It's just not natural for cloth to do that!

Aspirations
- To overthrow the human race so Hybrids can live in peace
- To find a way to protect the few rebels he stands over. His fondest wish is that they find a good life after the rebellion, since some among the horde have become an awkward and disfunctional family.
- Expand his library to someday be the largest in the entireity of the world. It's the biggest in the Outskirts for sure, but that's not saying much...


Fears
- Losing his little brother, Ibraheem. He's finally found him, but things are going horribly wrong so far, and the last thing Idris wants is to be forced to do something he will regret, if Ibraheem doesn't wisen up quickly......
- The movement somehow failing. He is dedicating his life and the lives of those close to him to this cause. It better pull through.
- It's a very silly fear, and has no practical explination at all, but... and it's not even sensible, however.... Idris is afraid of freezing to death. Yet the idea still secretly gives him nightmares.
- Anything happening to his library. Idris loves his library, and put a lot of effort into it. He keeps it a secret for a reason.


Strengths:
- His unrivaled speed and his accuracy
- Clear-headedness. When it's crunch-time, Idris will not let emotion sway him in any way. He can clamp down and execute his tasks without batting a golden eyelash.
- High tolerance for pain. His ability for emotional shutdown dulls feeling, physically and sympathetically.

Weaknesses
- Although Idris has frighteningly superior skills in combat, he will leap before someone he really cares for and 'take the bullet' for them, so to speak. Due to this, he tends to strike out alone if he can, especially for missions.
- Doesn't like close-range combat, since he's so well-suited to long-range. It's rare that an opponent can get in close enough and not suffer, but it isn't impossible.
- Strong smells. Like cigarette smoke, the overwhelming scent of refuse, overpowering perfume--he can't think straight and his head gets fuzzy; since snakes taste what they smell, and this is very strong in him especially.
- Really dislikes the cold. It slows his system down and makes him irritable. When this happens, Idris tries whatever he can to stay warm.

Habits:
- When he's feeling down or extra-happy, flashing baby-pictures of Ibraheem to anyone who catches his eye and gushing over them uncharacteristically.
- Meditating. A bit of a creature of habit, Idris will isolate himself every morning to mediate, and during certain times of the year will go off to his library or other private place to do the same. It clears his head and gives him a sense of peace.
- He will worry his lower lip with his fangs when he is in deep thought or is caught off-guard by those he likes (he knows its them because he can smell/taste them, lolz)
- When Idris is feeling awkward or embarassed (the latter very rarely), he will tug at his sleeve or his fang necklace.

Overall Personality: Idris really really likes his brother, to the point where he (some may call it obsessively) will rant about how cute he is and show off his little brothers pictures to everyone who has the unfortunacy of looking his way for too long.

Other than that, Idris is actually a very serious fellow. He does not get nervous or put-off easily. The cobra-hybrid takes incredible pride in his heritage, and anyone who defames it will find a hiss as their only warning. Though he does not anger too easily, Idris has his triggers. Those unfortunate enough to find out what they are have not lived to pass that information on. He can be accused as cruel often--this is simply because he lacks any sympathy towards whomever he considers the enemy. Period.

Idris tends to be business-minded, but he is known to be a multitasker and can juggle several commitments at once--but remains committed to all of them. He is keen to the pursuit of knowledge, but not in the form of experiments so much as learning through reading and observing.


Other Notes: he has deadly accuracy and his speed rivals anyone else among the rebel hybrids. He prefers projectiles (is infamous with a modified cross-bow, and throwing needles). His personal poison typically coats all of the above weaponry, hence his always getting a kill.



Birthplace: A rough little nest in the Outskirts

Parents: Dead for a long time. He believes that his parents live through himself and his brother, so as their children, he and his brother must live a strong and proud life to honor them.

Siblings: Ibraheem Sen (younger brother)

Education: Idris learned to read and write, but slowly--it took painstaking years of stealing and bartering. Eventually he was able to maintain a solid base for his education. After all, what right-hand man isn't literate and eloquent? Are serpents not the representation of knowledge in lore?


His history is a long and rich one. Idris can recall many of his forebearers and is very proud of his culture; much of his pride stems from this, which is why he despises human all the more for belittling hybrids, since in his own opinion, Idris is far superior to them. It's this personal pride that made him accepting of only his brother, Ibraheem, for the length of their childhood.

When his parents died and eventaully he and his brother were separated, Idris began to prey on others--hybrid and animal included--because he thought little of those not of his lineage. All of this changed when he met Lionel Talbot, and found a cause to dedicate himself to. After this turn-around, Idris began to be more accepting of the other hybrids that came to join the rebellion.

He lost his parents thanks to human encroachment. He lost his brother thanks to HHS--both days Idris will never forget. Everyone had scattered in the confusion, and Ibraheem and he had been seperated. Idris still blames himself for these events, like he feels guilty about preying on other hybrids. This is why he tends to recruit whoever he can to the cause, as if to somehow make up for that, and will vanish for hours in meditation.

Idris met Lionel when the two fell to blows and his opponent put up an impressive fight. Discovering they had much in common--younger sibling troubles and human hatred, to name a few--the two of them came to terms with a friendship and a mutual cause. Thus the beginnings of the Rebel Army came to be. Later on he ran into a swanling, Nadia Fortuna, who immediately became rather...'attached' to him, and whom he recruited along and introduced to Lionel.

Known Facts:

(post somethings that everyone knows is true about your character)
- Nothing and no-one has survived his poison. If it doesn't blind you, you die of full-body arrest. Slowly.
- He supports Lionel in everything, is the leopard hybrid's right-hand man, and also gives the leader advice when he's in one of his more...stubborn spells.
- Has a library he's collected over the years and--(very few are privy to this knowledge) almost 1/16th of those books are albums with pictures of himself and his brother Ibraheem, or mostly just Ibraheem.

Rumors:

(what are some rumors going on about your character? Can be true or false)
- He has his own harem hidden away in the Outskirts, where he'll spirit random female hybrids away to ;3 *wink wink*
- The fang around Idris' neck is actually his fathers--and his father was a giant anaconda
- He can swallow anything. Anything.

Secrets:

(What is something only your character knows?)
- Idris is tentative to get too 'touchy-feely' with anyone because of his venom--he is very aware that half a teaspoon of his personal toxin could kill something the size of an elephant in a few minutes. So he tries to keep a cooler exterior, but actually wouldn't mind the contact.
- He has some skeletons in his closet, which cause him guilt even now. Idris used to prey on other hybrids when he was much younger, and his favorite among the species were birds and their enormous eggs. He's sworn never to revert to that again, and instead drinks a brew of blood and milk.
- The location of his library is a well-kept secret that only Idris knows.


(tell us a bit about yourself)
Roleplayer: Pendragon Knight
Years Role-Playing: 2-3 years (on and off)
Contact: PM me <3
Other Characters: Nadia Fortuna, Lillian Goldsbloom, Matthew Jones, Victor Valentine, Sheer Austin



Pushing back golden strands from his sharp eyes, Idris let his keen, hypnotic gaze fall across the well-thumbed paper. Its worn edges threatened to curl up again, were it not for the plethora of odds and ends keeping it down against the table.

That searching gaze, poison green in its center, narrowed as it took in the sketched parameter of the Outer Wall. Thosssse humansss thought their little ssssity impenetrable. Idris could not count how many times he had sent his fellows and underlings to slip in and out of it, in broad daylight too.

But one or two ferals getting in and out was not a problem. It was getting an entire rebel army in there and out that would prove some difficulty…

He reached out with a lean, well-muscled arm, lead by a gold-scale-tipped hand, to grip a bauble that was positioned near the left-most corner of the large pulp sheet; shifting it aside to make certain it was not blocking something, and that he was not overlooking anything, he continued to scan what lay before him.

It had been a little troublesome, getting a hold of this slip of paper. A helpful raccoon-hybrid source from on the inside, near—and his eyes found it on the sheet before him as he thought of the place—the St. Bartelby’s Home for Girls and Boys, had brought it to him upon request.

Idris placed back the trinket, leaning over the map in a subtle ripple of muscle across his broad back. His necklace slipped out from under his silk shirt to hang like a pendulum over the scaled-down drawing of the city the humans inhabited, swinging lazily.

And it began to circle a particular place in its elliptical movements, momentum—or something else?—causing it to continue to circle a section on the map, tighter and tighter. He narrowed snake-like pupils, causing the gold of his iris to shimmer. Wassss thissss a ssssign? Had he unintentssssionally dowssssed?

The right-hand of the Rebel Hybrids leaned back tiredly, the geography engrained in his mind, even as he closed his eyes and looked up to the cracked ceiling above.

Why the pit-fighting ring?

How was that going to lead to the rebellion……?