We’ve seen a war machine and ghosts, a buzzsaw and a bratty kid… and now we get to Sal. He’s a snake. Literally, he’s a snake—no appendages, long, green, striped… he’s got a big, HUGE head with a mouth that could swallow a television set whole. And the head is… kind of shaped like a circus tent; the top half is, you know, has two tips at the top that sort of gently slope outwards, while the bottom half is mirrored. He’s got triangle-shaped eyes, too, striped green, and, really, his entire body is just striped green.
Sal’s size belies his attitude, but his attitude belies his prowess. He’s kind of a doofus. He acts foolish and makes a lot of stupid remarks, but he’s no fool—he can actually be quite clever and is quicker to trick than to be tricked. Still, he’s a bit of a nutty goof. He’s got some tricks up his skin, though—first, The Conqueror’s gene splicer multiplied his size and length, and it also made him able to spit up acid that can melt through just about anything it touches. Now that’s potent!
Regarding The Conqueror’s new agents, Sal’s the fifth. There’s also a sixth—but this special, overwhelming final agent can only be discovered in my new novel—this is the final character profile for a while. It’s been two weeks since my first novel came out, and it’s time to get back to work on my second. (After I find a paying job.)