Niranu: a clan member of the tiagu; the tiagu are not a dark organization, but a neutral part that seeks out those in power that have become too greedy, or those with radical ideals that need, convincing otherwise.. Niranu is the most feared member, for she has the greatest tally of felled marks. No one has ever escaped her, some say none ever will.
She is one of the few remaining Najar; lethal masters of death-arts. They are extremely flexible, allowing them to slip past and into nearly any environment or trap. After centuries of treating their scales with arcane rites and treatments, their scaled bodies may shift and reform around varying objects; this has allowed them to swallow weapons, vital objects, or even victims and then easily regurgitating them up again afterward for transportation needs.
The key feature of any Najar is their hood, the raises edges of their necks and head that fan outwards, presenting the viewer with a unique, and beautiful pattern. This is the last thing any foe will see, as it will paralyze or seduce any that gaze upon it. Second only to this deadly trait, are the slender, retractable fangs of all Najar; these can pierce almost all light armors and hides, delivering venom that will leave a target immobilized in body-numbing toxins, or a dose of venom killing the victim within seconds.
Niranu prefers the use of a longstaff, for it's reach, and that it does not cut or sever, but injuries to keep her target intact for questioning. Her staff, “Zepi”, stands six feet tall, usually strapped to her back or at her bedside, within reach of hand or tail; none live that have underestimated her use of this weapon. Niranu's captured the heart, in all ways, of her comrades and enemies alike with her looks. Her form like all Najar is flawless and unnaturally beautiful, and more mysterious than their origins, is that Najar do not seem to age; none know of Niranu's years, only that her beauty never degrades.
Her scales are a dull crimson, coating her slender, but curved form without flaw. Her hips are slim with long and thin legs leading outwards. Her tail is long but slender, though far stronger than looks would tell. Her chest is small but perky, a lighter brown/red shade as her underbelly moves up her form. Niranu's neck and head are slim, concealing her gorgeously deadly hood, though some say her thin, slitted yellow eyes are worse, and sit above soft smooth lips where her tongue occasionally flicks out to taste the fear, or desire of her in the air.
It should be known, Niranu's form has been noted as different at times, her gifted scales allowing changes to better suit her needs, or rather, to lure in fresh marks or meal. Even her clan members often find it unnerving to observe her catch and then devour her prey.