Nagira is not her name, truly. Why, it isn't a proper name at all, but it is her nickname. What she does by day is hardly important, just know that she comes here to 'relax'.
Nagira is... well. She is two things. Either way, she is tall and slender; each limb is lengthy and graceful, supple and sinuous. Long, thick nails tip each finger, clear and tapering to a point. Her torso is long and her breasts high and round. A subtle furrow of muscle traverses her belly from ribcage to navel, and the wings of her hips are just faintly visible beneath the skin. Her mouth is full and perhaps a tad too wide for her angular face, but not so much as to be unattractive. Her eyes are small and very angular, lined (or limned) and set above high cheekbones. A small, short, oblong marking adorns each brow, instead of actual eyebrows. Her curvy top lip is upswept and faintly cleft, and her nose is shallow and small, her nostrils more akin to slits.A curtain of long, straight hair falls heavily to her slender waist, two shorter pieces jutting like arrowheads above the line of her jaw, and her bangs are sharp and abrupt, ending just above her brow, with a slight downwards peak. Two flat bits of metal clip into her hair at the corner where her bangs end, keeping her hair out of her face. Each is adorned with a tiny tassel of silken ropes with ornate beading at the ends.
There is a marking pressed into her hair, only visible when it is properly brushed and lined up, something akin to a cobra's, but also a hearkening to the shape of a goblet. Her skin is tantalizingly smooth to the touch and dry, much like her namesake. A small delta of scales rests at the base of her spine, pointing down into the cleft of her rear, and tapering thinly upwards along her back. They continue, hidden, to her neck. The scales reappear here and there on her body; at the vulnerable hollow beneath her breastbone, the top of her wrists, and her temples. She wears wide cuffs of polished gold at the wrists and ankles, and a high, fitted collar of the same.
Now back to those 'two' things. Nagira is just as likely to be one as she is the other. On the one hand, one can find her to be a lovely, bright-colored thing. Her skin, a soft, faintly carameled shade of buttery yellow, her hair a nimbus white. The scales that adorn her here and there, a perlescent cream. The marking pressed into her hair no more than a brighter white. Her eyes are lined in dark gold, and the irises are pink. She flushes very humanly pink in some places, and the peachy flush compliments her pale palette. Here, she is calm and aloof, and somewhat bemused. But otherwise...
She can be far darker-skinned, a shade sitting ambiguously between deep, dusty eggplant and charcoal. The few scales she has are inky black with an oil-slick iridescent sheen. Her hair is much the same, and the marking on it shows up red on her shiny strands. Her eyes, black, are lined heavily with khol, and there is a constant cruel amusement in them. This, too, is reflected in the faint upward curl of her lips. The gold that adorns her looks brighter, lighter, as if it is hot. Of course it isn't.
While it is the black Nag that steps with swagger and pride, it is the white that is ... Ah, well. You may just find out.