Fafnir is a surviving mythological being. In his original form, the dragon stands (on four legs) at 16 feet in height, 34 feet long, and a wingspan of 28 feet. The beast has two bull like horns and a third blade-like horn on the snout, as well as sharp spines that run down his back and below his jaw. Black plated scales armor his body along with the somewhat softer crimson scales of his underbelly. His eyes are crocodilian in nature, and are a piercing yellow. Black jagged teeth run the maw of the saurian-shaped head, with a forked tongue slithering within his mouth. A sail-like frill runs along his back between the sharp spines and can extend or recede in a display, tallest near the top of long snake-like neck. Long bat-like wings act as a third pair of limbs, all 3 pairs bear sharp 3-fingered claws.

In his usual, sealed form however, he is a massive 6'11" beige-skinned human with typical Aryan facial features and a muscular build. However he still retains some leaks of his inhuman nature in the form of his reptilian, glowing snake-like eyes, a pair of wings and a large, lumbering tail of black and red keeled scales and a barbed tip.

His armor is fully plated iron, from head to foot, that fully conceals him. The only parts of him not concealed are his wings and his tail. The armor has various runes carved into it to attune with his Ki, as well as his large 6'0 lance he wields as a weapon, and a massive plated shield.

Wise
Observant
Prideful
Honorable
Silent thinker
Loner
Vengeful
Not-very-Tech-Savy(As well as just being not too familiar with most products of modern culture in general.)
Stuck in the past, old way mentality.
Long fuse( but should that fuse be lit it can provoke him into a much more animalistic or feral nature.)

Fafnir was once a great dragon of malice, fueled by a thirst for utter destruction and power. As if by instinct his feral nature laid ruin to villages and kingdoms of old. Typical of a primordial creature, his natural prowess of Ki and the magical properties of his biology were to be expected and feared amongst the mortals he terrorized. Yet one brave and mighty knight of one, now lost, kingdom had finally defeated him and ended his centuries of terror. The knight named Joseph Sigurd had not only humbled the monster in his defeat, but his code of honor and mercy towards the beast, an unusual gesture of kindness towards a monster that had previously bore no sympathy, inspired Fafnir hence fourth. The beast followed the knight's example, served the same kingdom with up most loyalty, and began to become intrigued and respectful of the martial prowess of the mortals once trained to slay him. Eventually, he abandoned his form through arcane rites, and convinced a then retired Sir Sigurd to teach him his martial power. When Sigurd inevitable fell to the mortal fate of all humans, the immortal dragon carried on his mentor's legacy. Taking his enchanted armaments, lance, armor, and shield, and even his surname, he continued to serve the kingdom and passed down his ways to the knights and soldiers of that realm, and the wandering warriors that sought his teachings. However his most proud hobby was seeking worthy opponents for the sport of combat. Whether it be a monster, a warrior, or something otherwordly; ever since his battle with Gawain Fafnir has acquired the taste of honorable combat. Always seeking the next opponent that could replicate the same feelings he felt in that original battle, never truly satisfied, but eager to continue. The teachings of Sigurd never left him, both in skill and in morality. As an eternal respect for his long deceased master, the knight retains the ideologies of the honorable and chivalrous knight his mentor once was.

But all things must come to an end. The kingdom he once served inevitably became lost to time, the ruins of its once proud structures sunken beneath water and dirt. With little purpose left, the ancient being sunk into a depression, and slumbered for the centuries to come. One day, amidst his ancient slumber, he had a dream. A dream of his master, a dream of promise. Dreams that filled the forgotten soldier with hope. He longed for that thrill of battle that was lost to him. Such motivation stirred him from his slumber, and the primordial knight rose from the dirt and sea to witness the new world. So much had changed, there was so much to learn. But more importantly, there were fighters to find, warriors to challenge. Though he may had lost his master and his kingdom, he still had one purpose left in life, and that was the thrill of battle.

With the exception of being somewhat more nimble Fafnir is not as strong, nor as in tune with his ki in this false image, however he makes up for that weakness with the vast amount of generations he spent honing a finesse with weaponry. His primary tactics use a mixture of Ki power and his trusty lance, one that served him throughout generations.
In unarmed combat he lacks the finesse he wields with his lance, and thus his kicks and punches, though powerful, are slow and crude. Such attacks lack the proper speed or efficiency those more experienced with hand-to-hand combat possess. His 'style' in which case usually involves excessive use of using his weight and size to body slam, elbow, or grapple enemies with his crushing strength and weight. He also utilizes his tail to whip or even stab at his foes as a spear if he feels such strategies are warranted.

He is no stranger to pain and is more then willing to take injuries so long as it means he can strike back. While winning is fine, he is more focused on the thrill of the battle itself and chooses to prolong the fight if possible. While mercy isn't strictly enforced in his honor code, he has no qualms offering that same kindness he was dealt when defeated by Joseph.

Fafnir in his humanoid form takes the time to stay mostly defensive and study his opponents carefully, using what energy is necessary to protect himself and keeping the flow of battle steady so that he can conserve the rest for when he feels the opportune moment to unleash it. He often plays to what his opponent offers, even if his foe is weaker then Fafnir, Fafnir rarely goes anything beyond his foe's own level in that case, in the start of that fight. This is for both to take pleasure in the battle itself, but to once again, take time to study his opponent.

If he ever sheds his mortal form however, Fafnir's fighting style is a u-turn from his original style. Without any finesse or weaponry, He relies solely on ki-power and physical capabilities his form offers. Just as the Dragon-Form will often go all out at the very start of his transformation, his instincts become much more of primal fury, at some points even lacking self-control with how carried away his predatory nature takes a hold of him. For this reason he only uses his true-form as a last resort tactic, or if someone really infuriates him. In most scenarios he'd much rather lose in his mortal form then to win in his true form, unless if that fight mattered more beyond his entertainment and honor.

Worst of worlds: In most situations, Fafnir starts out slow in his sealed form, or goes all out and reckless in his dragon form. It isn't difficult to take advantage of Fafnir at either strategy.

Glutton for punishment: His bloodlust for battle and refusal to dishonor his opponents often lead him to purposely taking hits. Usually he takes advantages of these blows to counter attack, however the sport he finds in testing the strength or force of his opponent's attacks can often give him situations with damage that he could have prevented.

Prideful Vengeance: Despite his worked up tolerance, those that damage his pride can potentially tear through his wisdom and better judgement if they know what buttons to push. Insulting his honor is one sure way to enrage him. Though he is often humble, he still carries with him a sense of pride of his own power partially fueled by the innate, natural arrogance of a dragon.

Imperfect Armor: In his dragon form, the underbelly is soft and vulnerable to attack.

Cold-blooded: Fafnir does best in hot environments. Exposed to cold conditions or cryogenic based attacks can weaken his endurance.

Bec stands at 1,88 metres. He's a slim Caucasian young adult with sharp facial features which are covered by a mess of straight light hair and a stubble. A half-way unbuttoned black shirt displays his physique which, while impressive for a normal human, is underdeveloped by Nomad's standards. His ripped skinny grey pants are held up by a large buckled belt and meet a pair of fine black leather boots at their end. While not fighting he often wears a dark overcoat with a furred collar. A dark hat with a purple band tops off his looks. His body lacks any type of marks or scars save for the fingertips of his left hand which are as black as coal.

-Insufferable
-Brilliant
-Snarky
-Full of himself
-Lazy
-Bohemic
-Excentric
-Arrogant

Giorgio Battista was born to a poor italian couple on a large metropolitan city. His mother was worked as a house maid while his father ran a dying grocers. When not fighting, his parents were either drinking their problems away or lamenting how their life turned out, barely acknowledging their son's existence. In the middle of all of this, no one expected little Giorgio to do anything with himself. Out of some divine intervention or joke, the little boy did start to show some proficiency with ki but his physical feats were still barely worth mentioning. For some time, both adults and other kids saw him as a nobody from the ghetto that would amount to nothing.

As the years started to pile on, something incredulous began to happen. His ki readings began to grow exponentially but the curious thing was that he was still physically relatively undeveloped. While public school's teachers and educators tried to convince him to grow his ki by physical training and meditation, like most users do, Giorgio found another way to grow his dormant power. He began to focus on exercising his mind and gaining knowledge in areas such as mathematics, physics and even competitive games and puzzles. In this way he used his ki to cultivate his IQ instead of his physical attributes, although his energy projection skills were above average for his level. Not to say that he was a pushover. He soon found creative ways to employ his ki blasts at first as a way of defending himself from the thugs that ruled his neighbourhood and later to entertain himself when he came across the city's ruthless criminals.

The rate at which his intellect grew was unprecedented and, at age 14, Giorgio would solve complex equations and study theoretical physics with little trouble. In fact, at one point he gave up training altogether, feeling that his superior ki-powered mind was above everyone else's. At 17 he published a paper that proposed a new prototype engine to be used on space rockets. While initially dismissed as a joke, he kept developing the early stages of his theories in the coming months. His discoverings were solid and he soon sold his findings to the European Space Institute, which had caught eye of his abilities.

Giorgio was offered a full scholarship in engineering with the option of joining the space program after graduation. He turned down this offer as, in his eyes, he was already well above his teachers and peers. Giorgio grew up feeling superior to those around him and, thus, unworthy of his respect. He left his deadbeat parents, taking the name Bec Bonacci in order to distance himself from his original town. He has since been living as a Nomad. He takes pride in taking on and playing with some of the world's best as a way of showing that he is a peerless wonder.

Bec's fighting style heavily revolves around projecting and manipulating ki. He will use ki blasts in order to overpower and outmanoeuvre his opponents. With no proper fighting or martial arts training, he sees battle as a puzzle that he must solve in order to subdue his opponent. He's more comfortable fighting between medium to long range and will start to employ counter-measures if he starts to lose his footing.

He will use his rather flexible array of ki beams in order to mix-up his opponents and set up his offence as well as his defence. If all of his plans and counter-measures fail he will however resort to desperate tactics in order to win, going as far as injuring himself if pushed hard enough.

Bec can't take much punishment and is physically weaker than most opponents. He's a versatile and mobile fighter but his stamina is somewhat lacking which makes him more of a glass cannon. His biggest flaw though is his ego. If you manage to rattle and upset him enough he will steadily lose focus until he abandons strategy altogether. In this tantrum state, he will lose access to all of his techniques save for the more basic ones. The trade-off is that if you do push him too far but aren't quick enough to finish the job he will be more likely to, in his rage, unleash Oppenheimer's Fission.

-An avid player of cards and billiards. He keeps himself fed by money matching other players and counting cards.
-He dresses ike a common thug but that's more a result of his modest upbringing. He kept that look because he found it easier to impress women.
-Bec dismisses videogames for not providing a decent challenge for him but he's secretly a huge fan of Street Fighter III (he mains Chun-li, of course)

Considerably large by Pixie Faye standards, Mori is 4'5" in height and important to note that she is not a Pygmy Pixie (meaning those really small Tinkerbell types), although still a feather-weight comparatively. Upon observation, Mori has pale, almost sickly skin, glowing yellow eyes, and bleached white hair. Her attire is usually basic in the form of an aged dress with nothing really covering her feet.

She has clearly undergone some advanced prosthetic work and for even the most basic of perceptive people will be able to roughly figure out why. Mori's left side has experienced tremendous damage at some point. Mori's left arm, from about the bottom of her bicep, is missing and has been replaced with a robotic limb. Her left wingset (both superior-primary and inferior-auxiliary) have been severely damaged to the point of being mostly replaced by synthetic parts. The right-side wingset maintains her natural, biological webbing but the spine has been fortified with a similar looking artificial material. At the base of her wings, on her back, is a central core that provides a generation of power, storage of Corrupted Dust, and auxiliary boosters for increased flight speed. Finally the right-side antennae has also been replaced by an artificial replacement.

The final note of Mori's appearance is that of a filter mask that covers half of her face. Worn nearly all the time, Mori will keep the mask on her for her own health. Her voice, naturally, is considerably raspy as if sick with a bad flu but with the mask, it sounds monotone and almost sinister.

Shortly before Mori's birth, the raid on Mythics in Greece had caused all communities to consider their safety. Some communities decided to take their chances and remain isolated while others decided to go where they were safest. If it were not for the conservatism in Mori's community, there was a chance Mori might not be born as their parents had met that night of initial discussions.

Moving on to Mori's post-birth, she lived in quiet isolation within a small population, under twenty individuals, of Mythics in Eastern Canada and shortly after her birth, there were continued talks of the community attempting to move to Sanctum to ensure their protection. The concern of the minority in an already small population of Mythics went ignored and the community lived in peace for a few more decades.

Not all things last and eventually the peace that Mori's community had experienced came to an abrupt end when a mysterious organization raided the community. This event was almost entirely isolated from any related event and identification and motive of the opposing party is still unclear. Whoever they were, almost all of the Mythics were causalities save for one, Mori.

Mori's survival came at a the cost of sustaining severe injuries and while it may have been possible for Mori to find restorative magics, she opted for a different route. With revenge still circling in her mind, she wanted power and offered an inside deal with pioneering foundation, the Horizon Frontier. The foundation would receive a specimen to study and Mori would hopefully be provided the improvements she needed to become a real threat.

Of course it was certainly a dangerous thing to basically sign yourself over and experimentation on Mori's physiology and magical properties had resulted in a drastic change in her condition. One of the subjects of study concerning Mori was the research on the natural Pixie Dust, a product of Mythic Mana and through more accidental experimentation the scientists created the anti-thesis to Pixie Dust, Corrupted Dust. As Faye are more associated with Life than Death, this changed had noticeable adverse effects on Mori. Regardless, they pursued this research for a time, even crafted and provided Mori the specific artificial parts and upgrades to those parts with the Corrupted Dust in mind. Whether the Horizon Frontier gained a lot from their study of Mori or not, they did, in fact, release her on the condition that they she offer her abilities for testing. Without much choice in the matter, Mori was tested against Mercenary groups and Nomads for a time.

Eventually Mori's lust for revenge would drive her to break her ties and disobey any further directive from the Horizion Frontier, possibly creating an enemy out of them but she considered her revenge more important. She turned to Sanctum to offer her protection while she continued to search for the identity of her attackers. Thus Mori's life would turn to that of becoming a Nomad as she was added to the ranks of the few quasi-independent Mythics.

Mori's fighting style is set in stages, roughly, and regardless of stage, she will always try to maintain flight even if she is just hovering above the ground. With the first stage she usually resorts to uncoordinated, brute force with her robotic parts, namely her arm, being the forefront of her attacks with her Mythic strength being rather secondary. The first stage is mainly a skirmishing phase and while brutish, she is reserved enough to always consider a way out of an early engagement. After all, she needs to buy time to power-up her unique abilities.

The second stage of Mori's fighting style adds the addition of utilizing her unique mechanic, Corrupted Dust. As a Mythic Faye, she is capable of generating Pixie Dust at will but due to alterations to her Ki/Mythic being, she generates a sort of polarized opposite of Pixie Dust. Pixie Dust is a substance that is more for healing and buffs while Corrupted Dust is more poisonous and debuffs.

Dust is naturally generated by the Mythic Faye with a semi-conscious effort on their end, like flipping a switch. The Dust is generated throughout her body by non-physiologic means, meaning the Dust isn't apart of her, more of a magical process of generation. The passive process consumes Mana over time and therefore is best switched on when the need arises, in Mori's case combat. This Corrupted Dust is then consumed by Mori in to perform a variety of unique abilities. Corrupted Dust can be used immediately for lesser effect or stored for greater effect. For example, Mori's arm and wings will store Corrupted Dust to provide the more powerful tools in her arsenal.

Allergic to her own Corrupted Dust, Mori will always feel slight skin irritation from any Dust she comes into contact with but it is imperative for her to keep her mask to protect from inhalation. Inhalation of minimal levels of dust will cause a coughing fit while prolonged exposure to her own dust will result in more serious health complications (If one were crafty and observant, they can use Mori's own Corrupted Dust against her). Furthermore, the limitation within her power is consumption of Dust to power the more creative and powerful moveset of Mori. She can only produce so much dust in any given moment and accumulation of that material is necessary for her attacks to have potency. Spacing out her special attacks is preferable to rushing them.

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