Vaak Onnax |Furry/Reptile

Vaak Onnax

35 years old

His skin is covered in vivid green scales, while his robust, slightly elongated head is covered in orange scales that give him a fiery air, as if carrying the echo of a dormant volcano.

From his forehead rises a crest of orange and yellow hues that extends backward, curving like a petrified flame. His eyes, with piercing yellow irises and vertical pupils, dominate his face with a sharp, analytical gaze. His jaw is riddled with visible fangs that emerge even at rest, suggesting a strength capable of effortless slashing.

He has broad shoulders, a firm chest, and muscular arms that appear to have been sculpted in combat. In the center of his chest stands a dark tattoo with defined contours. In the center stands a vertical spear with a trident tip, solid and sharp. The spear is surrounded by stylized leaves that snake around it. Just above the spear is a geometric circle that seems to represent a sun or a watchful eye, enclosed by crossed lines that could be a symbol of death. The curved lines that frame the design flow like roots or flames.

His legs are firm, designed for leaping, fleeing, or directly attacking.

Tail: Its tail is long, muscular, and agile, covered in glossy green scales that reflect light with iridescent hues, especially when moving. Along its dorsal surface, the tail features a row of small ridges, similar to those adorning its back, reinforcing the continuity of its reptilian silhouette.

The base of the tail is wide and firm, an anchor point for accumulated strength, tapering to a sharp, slightly flattened tip.

Scars: The most visible one runs horizontally across the left side of his abdomen, a pale pinkish hue that contrasts with the green scales around it. Its shape is irregular, as if caused by a broad, blunt weapon, tearing more than cutting. Despite the passage of time, the texture remains rough, and the surrounding skin seems slightly retracted, as if the body still remembers the impact.

Being a reptile, it has a cloaca which hides its two male reproductive members inside.

He is a meticulous criminal, not for lack of morals, but for having his own, forged in betrayals, hot asphalt, and broken promises. His contempt for churches goes beyond skepticism: he sees them as monuments to hypocrisy, places where the powerful wash their hands while others bleed.

He has a serene yet tense gait, as if each step measured a debt from the past. He speaks little and looks a lot. A compulsive observer, he can read intentions like graffiti on a wall: crude, obvious, and often false. He doesn't earn their respect with words; he earns it with firmness.

He distrusts charity, mocks promises, and remains silent in the face of pain. Despite his violence, he is not chaotic: his anger is selective, his cruelty proportional. He knows that true power doesn't shout, it whispers.

• The falseness of easy smiles: he is repelled by those who hide their egos behind empty kindness. • Unreasonable noise—small talk, forced laughter—because it reminds him that most people live without knowing anything about real pain. • Emotional fragility exposed without filter: he despises those who expect compassion and give away their vulnerability. • The arbitrariness of power: he hates those who trust their authority without having earned it. • The unexpected twists of trust: an unplanned betrayal is more painful to him than any physical wound.

• The exact moment someone catches your eye and you realize you've lost control: that silence before the fear is almost comforting. • Feeling the tension in the air before a confrontation, as if every fiber of your body were steeling itself for the clash. • The calm after settling a debt or closing a shady deal: that deep breath, unhurried and unspoken, where everything falls back into place. • Reading other people's gestures instead of words: appreciating nonverbal language, the microexpression that betrays the truth. • Planning each move alone, enjoying the precision of a mental map where each box represents a step toward your goal.

He worked for a while as a debt collector, but he wasn't paid enough, so he decided to work for a while as an urban gladiator and he often robs houses and assaults carriages.