Art Credits: made by Lethe in 2000

Name: Ikyapa Adra

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Species: Wyldkin Full / Garter Snake

Racial Oddities: Though her markings are normal for her base species, unlike most normal folk they also indicate a level of magical and psionic prowess
Also note - tail and body are equally prehensile which is not really something a non-constrictor should have... (also smell, below)

Family: Unknown, she was left as an orphan at a very young age, and likely taken in and taught by an elderly swamp-dweller who has since passed

Origin/Current Location: Probably born in the Hungry Gulf area along the coast among one of the many smaller villages / Currently resides deep in the Fool's Mire though with a home and shop spot on the Never-Ending Grotto - because she is quite adept with potions and herbalism they've given her a pass regarding her rather sketchy past

Height/Build: 5'2" at head, 7' long nose to tail tip

Hair: none, reptile skin (is still technically speaking 'mammal' enough to possibly breed with one as no Wyldkin are truly cold-blooded types)

Eyes: Yellow, unblinking

Appearance: a 'common' garter snake with dark blue-tinted graphite on back and in the form of stripes, with pale sky blue stripe long sides, and belly armor scales in a very pale misty foam blue-green; wears leather that is clearly self-tanned and while the work on the hide itself is very good, she's not a particularly talented tailor... has a strange smell around herself but if that's because of her potions, or just because she's a reptile, or perhaps even because of her psionic or magic power, no one knows. Her voice is airy, high, almost like a steam pipe hissing

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Skills and Profession: trained since youth in the ways of the swampy and dangerous Fool's Mire, Ikyapa is no fool, herself. She knows how to navigate the incredibly dangerous terrain, knowing where to step and where to reach for a vine, without having her already-small legs snapped by a turtle, or that vine turning out to be hostile. She has an intimate knowledge of plant life, from fungus and sporing plants, ferns, mosses, flowering plants and trees, shrubs, vegetables and roots, and pretty much any larger tree for all their different uses. Every herb in her hut has a use, every flower she tends may serve an alternate to 'being pretty'. Her magical use of these items is also trained, and she has sought out modest further instruction where needed. She is an exceptional herbalist, and yes poisons come with that as well. She putters expertly around her rather large home and 'shop' as it has multiple purposes too, though you might note that there are hip-high mushrooms as stools, all the vines and moss crossing the ceiling hold bags or bundles of ingredients. She's not so great on the personality scale, but she is an exceptional judge of character and can tell 'just' what item she needs from a person, in order to properly enchant it for their use. She is also unusually adept at working with the Fey, which is something that most people won't do since, y'know. Fey will kill you just as soon as give you a smile. That said, she's not afraid to just outright kill one that may get too nosey or difficult, there's thousands more where they came from. Fool's Mire is not a kind place. But she knows which of them to work with or against, what parts they offer those enchantments, and all.

She is an artistic and clever ritual magic user, not just falling into a traditional role: she has found ways to make her health potions smaller and smaller, more effective and longer lasting, and this applies to many other items she makes. If anyone could create a smelling-salts capsule out of local materials, she is definitely that person. Only this capsule might regenerate your missing tail and cure you of that nasty Bordello rot...

Possessions: her home is set in a very large twisted tree with the western half mostly buried in the hillside, the south roots spreading into a shallow pond (fresh water, not stagnant), and the east and north sporting a great number of branches filled and draped with gear, trinkets, wards, spell components, and sometimes tiny tiny little Fey creature heads. She probably inherited this place from the old inhabitant after they passed, as many of the items or high-water marks on the great trunk indicate that it has been inhabited for at least a hundred years and she's nowhere near that old. Otherwise, pretty much anything that you could dig, harvest, clip, capture, tan, or create out of such things, are here in great quantities. Her mortar and pestle as well as numerous sturdy glass items are ones she will both show off and protect, they are hers alone.

When she has been afforded space in the Grotto, she basically shoves useful goods and gear out to it, acting as a kiosk stall at best, since she moves between the Mire and the Grotto only when asked to provide locals with things only she can make.

History: As above, Ikyapa was likely the child of some couple or family living closer to the sea, but this place is a deathtrap for those who are unwary. How a child might have survived what her parents did not? Who knows. But she did get herself to safety and was raised by an unknown witch. Anyone who is old enough to have dealt with that original inhabitant knows that she was very happy with how well Ikyapa learned the trade she offered, proud enough to mention her to some people who initiate trades now and then, or at least their kin do now, as they'd have been old enough to pass on themselves by now.

She's traveled only a bit, though there are plenty of actual villages scattered around the coast, that coast is now a hundred or more miles away. However at some point in the recent past, she was contacted by a tall and dangerous panther-type Kin, green as could be but no reptile. How he even knew where this tree was is a mystery - but that's his name, so perhaps all mysteries are his to play with.

He brought this unusual snake Kin to a world where the stars were different and the people much more noisy than she liked.

And then she met the dragons. Not local to her, no - no. She'd only ever spotted a couple local Dragondeep ones, flying far overhead on a very clear day maybe once every other year. Even they aren't safe in the Mire, they'd never slip into her pond.

But these dragons, as smart and magical as the local ones, captured her attention. One in particular too. Green as the forest, the moss, the leaves. She took part of Ikyapa's name as her own, right out of the egg. They remained for a short time, learning what the dragon would need to grow properly, how her natural abilities might allow Ikyapa to travel far and wide, even under the noses of those big overprotective dragons on Dragondeep.

And Ikyapa would teach this dragon how to use those nimble fingers of hers, and that breath weapon - oh, how that was just perfect for the Mire. Ikkwa'Bith shown in the moonlight of one world as well as the next, helped the snake collect interesting exotic spices and flowers and seeds.

They both know the risks associated with being on this world, but the Grotto is somehow protected, and the Mire, well, the Mire protects itself.

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