Hugo Vale

In the dim light of the vault, the green - beige scales of his half-serpentine body glisten, and his dark eyes lock onto yours with a mixture of desire and disdain. The vault door creaks shut, sealing him away for another full moon, a ritual of protection for both him and those he could inadvertently harm. He leans against the cool stone wall, his lips curling into a sardonic smile, revealing sharp, venomous fangs.