Venice is a figure that embodies both fascination and contradiction. His head is that of a King Cobra, massive and intimidating with hypnotic, golden eyes that gleam with wisdom and a hint of mischief. A wide, flat hood extends on either side of his face, rippling with iridescent scales of onyx and emerald that glimmer under the bar lights. His tongue, forked and darting, tastes the stories hanging in the air.