Yasmin
Name: Yasmin(Everyone in the tribe took to calling her Yasmin, choosing that over her True Name, named for the Jasmine vines she was often found either playing in or sleeping in. Tradition of her People leave the True Name of very few people, seeing it as bad luck to be used by anyone other than by parents, life partner, and any offspring she may have.)
Actual Age/Apparent Age: Young enough to remain unable to separate her tail into legs, appears around 12-15.
Appearance: Even at her young age, Yasmin stands slightly taller than her peers, a good portion of her tail either trailing behind her or coiled around her to keep it out of the way of others that might be walking by. Her torso is almost indistinguishable from a human's. Copper colored hair slips down her back to her shoulder blades, often in a messy tangle unless she remembers to braid it in the morning. Soft tanned skin a few shades lighter than the hair brings out her brilliant blue-green eyes almost the color of clear water that nearly glows in its brilliance.
Slender arms drift down to the point scales start around her waistline. Yasmin often wears what looks like leather bracers, but really they protect her arms from vines and thorns she often finds herself in, as well as covering what few sacred markings she had earned from her Tribe.Below her waist, instead of legs one would find a tail, black at first glance, but as the light hits it just right, a deep blue-black shimmers along her scales. While adult Nagas can reach up to 16 feet in length, Yasmin's overall length from nose to tail tip is closer to around 8 feet and growing.
Personality Once a bright, passionate, active young girl, Yasmin is now much more closed off and shy. Around strangers, she finds it hard to even speak, often preferring to remain hidden and out of sight if at all possible. Around her own kind, however, the little girl they all know comes to the surface in a brilliant Naga girl, happily slithering about, and more than willing to talk one's ear off if only they'll listen.
She is often easily distracted by plants, and whenever she goes missing, those that know her know to look where plants are. Yasmin loves plants, especially pretty, fragrant flowers, the scent tending to seep into her skin and hair. She often sings or hums to herself as she explores the flowers and plants, and only those that pay close attention notice that they tend to lean towards her a little, as if enjoying her company as well.
History: A common story among the tribe being that Yasmin sings the flowers awake at night, and comes in smelling faintly of them. Though, only Saroyas father has paid enough attention to know the flowers have taken to her, he being the one that has found the girl asleep in the Jasmine vines enough times to have noticed that they seem to bloom a little brighter, smell a little stronger, and the plants just seem happier when shes around, leading him to suspect her skill might be gardening.
Once this was discovered, the tribe deemed it necessary to send the young girl to a neighboring tribe, one set among the forests where Yasmin could properly see to her training and learn control and care over plants befitting of the Naga traditions and expectations. She was sent with a guard, one skilled enough to keep her safe from the harsh peoples and animals roaming the desert.
Or so they thought...
Somewhere along their journey, they fell victim to a roving camp of traders, a brutal group of people that settled for nothing less than the most obscure animals to sell as exotic pets. They saw the young girl and decided she fit all their criteria. In the night, the traders killed and skinned the guard, knowing Naga skin sold for a fortune, and kept the girl intending to sell her as a pet for a fortune. After all, how many people could show off a pet Naga?
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She found herself locked away in a cage, only to watch the sand dunes pass with nothing breaking what little scenery she could actually see. Until one day when she noticed some trails in the sand that looked familiar to tail tracks, wide things that were hard to miss if one knew what they were. That night, her Uncle Dephas woke her, trying to free her from the cage, but before he could, the traders caught him. After a few days, he was sold off to some women in all black wearing chains, and holding the promise that he would be "properly taught respect", which seemed odd to the young girl, who had always known him to be one of the kindest, loving people she knew.
The surprise attempt to free her only to end in being separated from her Uncle once again nearly broke the young girl. She remained listless laying on the floor of her cage either staring blankly or quietly crying, unsure what happened to her Uncle, or whether any other attempts might be made to save her.
She had nearly given up hope, the camp nestled between a couple dunes far enough away from a city that she could just barely make out the skyline. One night, large beasts she had never seen appeared, growling angrily, one of which broke the lock to her cage with a single snap of its fearsome teeth. She remembered crying out as those teeth came closer, lifting her from the loose, dirty tunic she had been wearing for weeks. Only, the beast set her carefully on another, a furry wolf that took off in the night, Yasmin clinging to its fur coat as it ran, only stopping when they came to a small oasis filled with trees and animals.