Appearance: Datura is small, although he has long limbs. His scales are dark beige, fading to an off-white on his belly, and he has a tattoo of a cluster of datura flowers right beneath his jaw. Datura is slender, with lengthy talons. His eyes are an intelligent, observant black, and he has abnormally large ears. He has bands of light gold all over his extremities.
Personality: Datura is clever and conversationalist, and hates when his job forces him to be alone. He tends to talk with himself as a result. He is a perfectionist and does good work for the sake of good work. He loves to win or get accomplishments, and can never back away from a dare or bet. He has a many-tracked mind and is able to assess multiple situations at once. While he may appear to be singularly focused on a single problem, he is also watching other carefully. Datura has to win any argument he takes part in.
Accessories: Datura carries around a belt lined with darts, as well as a secure pouch around his neck containing various poisons. He has a diamond earring with a very sharp pin hidden within; so that anyone without knowledge it was already there could find it.
*I looked it up and it turns out that Ocotillo is already a name… oops… If it’s fine, then Ocotillo is actually a codename he uses to disguise his identity, which is really Datura.
look I made a character sheet
He gritted his teeth in pain as a bit of the strange black substance rebounded off of the tree and landed on his side. Although it was a minute amount, really, it stung like wildfire and he could faintly detect the smell of burning flesh. So that's what Mica wanted me to capture a Rainwing for, Ocotillo realized, a slight sense of dread piling up in his stomach. Rainwings are deadlier than I realized! But still, the Sandwing assassin continued forward until he was close enough to the clearing where a defensive black-and-red (Rainwing colors for anger... correct me, Icarus, if I messed up somehow!) dragon stood, her mouth open in a disturbing fashion. I've got to keep her from spitting acid at me, Ocotillo realized, before leaping out at the dragon suddenly, trying to pin down her wings and head.