Ibabi

The jungles were teeming with life. A perfect target for his crime. While he wasn't native to this land, his unique coat allowed him to blend in surprisingly well with the environment. His tongue flicked about careful to avoid the soft soil beneath his paws. He looked the part so he might as well play to it, right? Though they might not have the same thing back home, he was very much aware of what a "snake" was. Deceitful. A sneak. Someone who often served themselves for their own self interests. Ibabi was no different. He was greedy and often used wit to obtain what he wanted. When that didn't work, he'd slither his way in where he wasn't supposed to and take it by force instead. Why try to fight who you are? Especially when others decided on their first look that you are what you appear to be. He doesn't let it get to him much anymore. It used to bother him but you could say he's grown a thick skin. What could he say, he liked things. He liked having things. If that made him greedy, so be it. It's who he was and he wasn't about to change.