Instincts and Individuals

[*B-Smith]

Basic Information
Name: Prydehg Akz'shadracor
Aliases: Pry, Pride, Snake, Lizard, Lizzy
Gender: Male
Race: Lizardfolk
Age: About 25 summers.
Profession: Unemployed/ Henchman
Languages: Draconic (With a strange accent)
Accent: Very snake-like due to physiology.

Physical Information
Height: 7,2 feet.
Weight: 280 pounds.
Body build: Very muscular and broad.
Skin type: Scaly
Hair style: No hair but a dark fin.
Scars: One huge on on his chest, one across his neck, as if somebody had cut right around it and one on his left arm, that says his name.

[b]Hair:[/b] None [b]Eyes:[/b] Blood red [b]Skin:[/b] Dark Olive [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Philosophy: He lost any kind of philosophy and is focused on only one thing: Survival. The strongest survives and the one who gets the most food, is the strongest.
Deity/Beliefs: He followed a diety from his homeplane.. But that is all long forgotten.
Personality:

[u]Cautious[/u] [i]He tries carefully new things, as he is still learning everything anew.[/i] [u]Instinctive[/u] [i]He does what his instincts tell him to. Logic or Morals are completely unnecessary to him.[/i] [u]Carnivore[/u] [i]He eats anything that consists of meat. Or atleast he tries to. His predatorial instincts tell him to kill anything that walks. However elves and females seem to taste especially good to him.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: He wears a plate that seems similar to a man who once walked the streets of Sigil. Also he carries two characteristical Bastard swords with him at all times.
Habbits/hobbies: Eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping.
General Health: Is fit and healthy.
Weaknesses: He cannot think logically or seems to avoid it. He cannot understand abstract ideas such as Art or Emotions. Also he cannot percieve his own being. Or he tries to deny his own existance in favor of an instinctive nature.

[*B-Smith]

Today was a successful day. He was filled. Now he needed a rest. He realized the voices of what had happened ealier. He forgot them. Then came sleep. After the sleep he would find more food. And then go back to sleep. And hunt again after that.

Images. That beach was familiar. The warmth, even though it was night. He was talking. There was a Human female next to him. He was coiled up on the ground and they were talking. Why did he feel that this was right? And why did he feel at all? But it was right. That picture. And he tried to grasp it. Words.. And sounds. They did not matter. A white figure... Useless... Blackness reached out for the images. Choking them to death. The animal called. But Prydehg dug deeper. Wanted to reach those images. Prydehg? That was him, wasn't it? The Lizard... no the entity known as Prydehg. But what did it relate to? Who was he? Then the blackness broke through and everything he came up with was gone. Washed away. And not meant to come back.

He opened his eyes. He was hungry. He sniffed. No scent nearby. He rose from the roof and jumped to the next roof. Then he found an entrance to the undersigil. A Half-Orc attacked. He killed him. He ate him. He hunted a goblin. He ate him too. After he was done eating, he climbed back ontop of a building. And rested.