Streetfighter,
prostitute,
and blademistress
extraordinaire.
Aside from her eyes, Nazhg appears in most ways a 'normal' orc, if a particularly dangerous and attractive one. Under her generous curves her muscles are strong. Green skin spotted with brown slides easily over the well-toned firmness beneath.
Nazhg wears very little, whether for ease of movement or for ...other reasons, she's not telling. Tan safari pants are rolled up to mid-thigh, exposing a pair of green, well-curved legs. Other than the pants, Nazhg is adorned only in blades. Daggers hang from her belt, and are strapped around thigh and ankle. A huge sword hangs from her back, it's hilt lost in the wild tangle of her hair. The weapons are carefully padded, however, and she goes quietly when she moves.
Small glints break the soft finish of the silk; minute, green-gold iridescent gleams show here and there, at the right angle appearing the same color as Nazhg's skin. Occasional sparkles of tiny red gems are visible, too. The glints and gleams are seemingly placed at random until, at the right angle, the form of a dragon coalesces, worked into the silk in hundreds of small points of glimmer.
Three small cutouts in the silk, worked carefully into the pattern, complete the dress. The dragon's head sits across Nazhg's lap, the eye visible as her own green flesh on her hip. Curling up around her torso, the claws of the dragon clutch at a perfectly round orb of nothingness. The top of the orb is centred mid-bosom with the bottom about three inches lower, the whole showcasing the rounded bottoms of Nazhg's most well-known attributes beautifully. Finally, the dragon's tail curls over Nazhg's shoulder and down around a large ellipse of smooth, athletic green back.
Black lace gloves embedded with more minute rubies reach to the orcess' shoulder. Glints of ruby are visible in Nazhg's ears, and in her elaborately braided hair. This is probably the most dressed she's ever been: except for those cutouts and her face, she's completely covered in silk and lace.
Above all the finery, a trademark crooked grin sparkles engagingly in a face impeccably made up in shades of deep green.
Needless to say, Nazhg wasn't terribly thrilled with all of this, and she was happy when her parents were finally finished off in one of the many explosions engineered by Dr. Crud. Left to wander on her own for a time in the back alleys of SMT, she began to get bored, and learn more than a little about street fighting... in fact, it might have been just that that she was getting bored with. So she left. At about age 13, showing up her orcish heritage, she caught the eye of one of the more prominent citizens of SMT, who just /happened/ to be all of 3 things: wealthy, interested in 13-year-old girls, and eccentric enough that he kept a number of extremely skilled weapons-masters around to protect both his hide and his fortune. She was treated not at all badly, save for the man's one... interest, and began learning weaponscraft from one of the bodyguards, whom she managed to convince that she was both 16, and not his boss' lover.
And so Nazhg grew more proficient in weapons, favoring always the bladed ones, and eventually convinced the man to hire her a /real/ weapons teacher, and send away the bodyguard she said was 'being mean to her *pout*'....and time went on.
Until now. She began quite recently to feel that perhaps she had learned all she wanted where she was, which was convenient as at 16 she'd begun outgrowing the man's tastes (getting rather busty and curvy, and not child-straight anymore), and she left again.
Now she's joined Dark Iguana, ...his kind of capricious evil suits her very well, although she might soon end up somewhere on her own.
Age 8: parents meet their last explosion
Age 13: meets her 'benefactor'