Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150204042554/@comment-5543592-20150204231843

"Close the door behind you." Said Velith as she entered. He moved to a chair and sat down.

"My name is not Ferdinand.  It is Velith.  That is not all: what you are about to see will most likely repulse you."

He lay back and sighed. His eyes took on a milky quality. Then his bones started shifting underneath his skin. Popping and cracking sounds emitted, as his bones and joints sifted back into their proper places. His flesh ripped and tore, revealing black scales underneath. His face pratically ripped off as his jaw re-hinged. Velith ripped off what remained of the faux-skin, revealing this Argonian underneath  "You may or may not have heard of my tribe.  We are a snake-like breed, which live in south Black Marsh, in and around Lilmoth.  As a snake-like race we can moult.  It is a skill that is normally used for regeneration of lost limbs or to remove excess skin all at once.  I have taught myself to use so that I can change my face and body, allowing me to become furtually anyone." He spoke with a slight lisp now, evident of a forked tounge, and his teeth were all pointed. "When the Tsaeci invaded, as a snake-like race themselves, a top-level messege went out to my people in hope that they would side with the other nations, as the Tsaeci would consider us as equals.  But my people are insular, and the request was denied.  I am the only one of my tribe to ever leave."