A powerful-looking lamia with scales of pitch black, Djet is an ancient creature. His thick coils stretch out to nearly forty feet in length, giving him an ability to rise far above almost anyone he desires. His tail is unique, a dull blue pattern shining out among the black, a constantly shifting design that seems different each time you look. The human portion of his body is slim, toned; skin being of a shade normally associated with the darkest of chocolate. He wears black hair in a mop of braids adorned with gold beads, an assortment of other jewelery and piercings contrasting starkly with his flesh. When he smiles, there's certainly a hint of far too many teeth, but he is, at least, trying to be genuine.
In the old days, he was a force to be reckoned with; a sadistic predator who claimed whomever he wanted, whatever way he wanted.
He looks on his former self as... uneducated, crude. A murderer with a bloodlust that bordered on the insatiable. But something happened.
He refuses to talk about the experience itself, but... he shudders each time he thinks of it. It changed him, made him gentler, less wanting to cause harm. He went to great lengths to achieve this end, using his magicks to alter himself in ways he'd never have even considered. He still hunts for live prey... But now he works to keep them at least comfortable and unharmed.
His venom is a neurotoxin, and a powerful one at that, engineered by himself for the benefit of his 'victims'. Among the most powerful painkiller ever conceived, and what's more: it temporarily wires the nervous system to respond to injury... by releasing endorphins. In short, pain becomes pleasure. And that's how his prey meet their ends within him... Moaning, and begging for more.
A long time ago, Djet encountered a pendant, a powerful magical item that grants him an extraordinary ability, and an incredible reputation as a spell-thief. No matter what spell or ability is used against him, he always seems to not be affected by it. Many mages have come after him, each developing custom spells he couldn't possibly be immune to, and yet... each time, they fail.
His closely-guarded truth? The first time a spell is ever cast on him, it would fail. It would fail, and it will become his forevermore... It's a secret he will take with him to his grave; after all, letting people know it would just reduce his survivability rate. But the fact remains, that he's stolen enough to fill a library of spellbooks.
At least... until
Orolin came along. The fox took offense to the fact that all his power was ill-gained, and instead offered to teach him how to be great on his own. The pendant tried to rebel, to force him to flee the fox, but its efforts were in vain; Djet decided, after thousands of years, to give up the crutch he'd been using for this long, and learn magic the hard way. He is, now, a sorcerer under the tutelage of
Orolin.
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