Draft character background. I've left some XXXXX in for place names and so on, or I can straightforwardly make them up if you wish. I can also change things, if this doesn't fit. I've updated the rest of my profile above, and I'll put it all in a document when we're ready to go - which I think I am.<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Euanthane is a naga. Her human portion, upwards of her hips, is of normal size for a large and powerful woman, but her snakesbody is far larger still. She weighs perhaps a little more than a tonne, and her length stretches further than forty feat, though frequently coiled tightly about herself, and in anycase required to form a stable base should she wish to rise to humanoid height. {This is based on the first third of the weight distribution for large creatures, and extrapolating to an appropriate length.} Despite this, she counts herself only mid-grown among the adults of her tribe. <br/><br/>Her early childhood was happy, but her teen years troubled. She would say her tribe's restrictions bound her too tightly; they, that those restrictions bound her in name only. Neither regretted her departure as a young woman. Moving far from their territory, she began preying on travellers passing through the XXXX to and from the human city of XXXX.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Euanthane, the platoon of city guards who captured her  (who'd been hunting the criminal band Euanthane had just devoured) contained singular girl, a new and idealistic recruit, who pled, not for Euanthane's life, but for her right to trial. So because of this persuasive young woman, Euanthane, was arrested instead of dispatched on the spot. At trial, the naga was acquitted, based on an XXXX statute permitting the use of deadly force in defence against armed assault, and substantially aided by the outstanding armed robbery and murder charges against her only known victims. <br/><br/>Euanthane planned to take her leave of the city, but not before showing the gratitude of her stomach to those who had sought to humiliate her by dragging her to XXXX in chains and putting her essential nature on trial. A pretty, young girl, an idealistic recruit... was Euanthane's ideal <span style="font-style: italic">appetiser</span>.<br/><br/>Yet she found – as she stalked the young woman to her fine bedchamber, for she was a scion of a wealthy house – her moaning Euanthane's name, her sheets tangled and wrapped around her like the coils of a snake, and soaked through with...<br/><br/>...quite <span style="font-style: italic">different</span> hungers were sated that night. Two months later, they were married, the naga and the idealistic girl, secretly kinky for all her lover could provide, constriction and cunnilingus, breathplay in the bedroom and the ever-present threat of devouring and digestion. Most of the time, human food and human lover were enough for Euanthane. When they were not... easy enough for two pretty girls to find a third and invite her home, and if her wife remembers the assignations not at all, or remembers their playmate leaving otherwise than down Euanthane's throat, well, what's a little spell of forgetfulness between those who share a marriage bed, for the sake of maintaining that marriage.<br/><br/>Until, of course, the inevitable. Accusations, flight, chased by guardswomen and her own wife, and her wife's lawyers bearing divorce papers and assassins bearing daggers drawn. Euanthane will believe her wife is serious when she stops sending young, pretty ones that taste as good as they look. She just needs to be elsewhere for awhile, till this spat blows over. Maybe cover herself with glory, or at least bring back a pretty trinket or two – and of course, indulge her hungers freely, far from her wife's now-watchful eyes...</div></div></div>