You rifle through your guardian's room to find zir old armored vest and hunting jacket, from the days when ze regularly had to fight posslions and fleas and shit. The tailor frowns a lot and puts a lot of fabric swatches next to you and eventually makes the SNAKE IN THE GRASS, perfect for the fashionable ambush predator. Ze says ze hopes you don't mind that ze added a little venomous touch. You say you don't mind. You feel inspired to go out and kick insane amounts of ass. (eeee you look just like Steely Serpent from Ferrous Wheel!!!)
The tailor wipes away a tear of pride.