Fafnir
(#29405702)
Bloodwing Squad
Familiar
Unburdened Billy
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Energy: 47/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.8 m
Wingspan
2.05 m
Weight
103.45 kg
Genetics
White
Iridescent
Iridescent
Sanguine
Morph
Morph
Eldritch
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
5
AGI
9
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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》Fafnir Bloodwing | the Shade-touched
Willingly having sacrificed his mind and soul, Fafnir proved his strength and loyalty to Valhall in the most painful of ways. Now eternally trapped in a battle to keep his sanity, Fafnir does the best he can whilst tethering on the edge of an abyss. But in those moments, few they may be, the dragon that once was show himself like a ghost from the past.
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RANK TITLE CLASS SUB-CLASS ALIAS |
Warrior The Selfless Wildling Blackguard Framgang |
STRENGTH SPEED AGILITY DEXTERITY VITALITY |
9/10 6/10 4/10 5/10 10/10 | _ |
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______THE HONORED WARRIOR
With a quick tongue as sharp as his sword, Fafnir was always good at talking circles around others. He enjoys a good debate as much as any other and is sociable, outgoing and confident- something that was, surely, only bolstered by the soft words of the seers offered for the three siblings when they hatched. They will do great things, Urd had whispered into the night, and they will be the shield that guards us from the horrors beyond. And when they had grown, some years later, their fates became solidified even further by Verandi's gentle predictions; "Night falls, now, and the sacrifice of the beloved will turn the tides of war. May the bond of family keep us strong." Fate had always favored them and Fafnir, without a doubt, took to the responsibility well and preened like a proud peacock as the younger dragons looked upon him and his siblings with wide, awestruck eyes.
If he's vaguely blessed with an Attitude, he won't ever admit to it, but he most certainly does feel like he deserves some respect and acknowledgement for all he's done in life, and though he'd gladly do it all again it weren't easy to see his two younger siblings into adulthood. Rambunctious, they were, and Fafnir were surely as bad, but he were the one to get them out of trouble. However, these are sides he'll only show to those he knows well and trust; he's a private dragon, one might say, and he's not one to share what goes on in his head. That easy-going, snarky brat is reserved solely for his family, perhaps those rare, few dragons he holds truly dear as well, and it the strictly polite approach is starkly preferred as far as Fafnir is concerned.
It is not that he is opposed to meeting new dragons, no, but the grand fates thrust upon the siblings planted a seed of paranoia after it became clear some dragons would do anything to weasel their way into even a sliver of fame; no matter how. And some had sought to remove the prophesied ones as their way into fame and Fafnir, being the oldest, felt it was his failure that'd resulted in his siblings being injured by the greed of outsiders; so he grew a little colder, a little more cautious, a little less open. His jokes grew sharper, his edges rougher, and Fafnir adopted the hardened, no-nonsense attitude of the older warriors quickly- it was better, he found, that others feared him than underestimate him. At least then, he kept telling himself, he could keep his siblings safe.
Out of the three siblings, he's the 'mature' one--the one that keeps the other two in check, breaks up their arguments and ensures they get their duties done without too much trouble. His success is questionable at times, without a doubt, but he tries his best.
He tried so hard, indeed, the weary son without the chance to truly live, and sacrificed his sanity to contain a threat when the Temple of Grey were opened by accident- the Shade within burst forth, and it took so many, and Fafnir didn't hesitate to throw himself headfirst at the unshapely, soul-shattering creature of the Void. When he awoke again, which he had truly never expected to, it were all different and new. Pain and prickling fear haunted him, shadows dancing just out of sight, and he weren't fully Fafnir no more. His brash strategy of attacking the Shade outright had wounded it, and it had wounded him, and before they'd been able to do much more it'd latched itself onto his soul; they weren't able to remove it, lest they wished to kill him, and it was a bitter victory. Fafnir had, successfully, beaten back something vile and kept his siblings, his home, safe- and it'd cost him much. Evil were in him, now, a quiet whisper in the back of his mind he fought to ignore, a wicked idea trickling into his thoughts unbidden, and Fafnir wouldn't be able to escape.
No matter the lengths they went to in hopes of helping, nothing they did could wipe the stain of the Shade from his soul. Suppressing it were possible, and they did everything they could, but Fafnir were far more rough around the edges and his words cut deeper than before, now. Nightmares and unwanted twitches, actions that weren't his barely caught before becoming reality; life, now, were a constant battle of vigilance and focus. And there weren't enough hope in the world to chase the fear from him.
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E M B L A Since he was old enough to live, Embla were his hero. She could do no wrong, and she was everything; strong, quick, respected. And Fafnir were a child, starstruck and naive, and even when the rose-tinted glasses were shed he adored her. She pushed him to do better- he wanted to throttle her, she treated him a child when he was grown and ought to have respect for his achievements. And yet, he loves her beyond the stars. |
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With a quick tongue as sharp as his sword, Fafnir was always good at talking circles around others. He enjoys a good debate as much as any other and is sociable, outgoing and confident- something that was, surely, only bolstered by the soft words of the seers offered for the three siblings when they hatched. They will do great things, Urd had whispered into the night, and they will be the shield that guards us from the horrors beyond. And when they had grown, some years later, their fates became solidified even further by Verandi's gentle predictions; "Night falls, now, and the sacrifice of the beloved will turn the tides of war. May the bond of family keep us strong." Fate had always favored them and Fafnir, without a doubt, took to the responsibility well and preened like a proud peacock as the younger dragons looked upon him and his siblings with wide, awestruck eyes.
If he's vaguely blessed with an Attitude, he won't ever admit to it, but he most certainly does feel like he deserves some respect and acknowledgement for all he's done in life, and though he'd gladly do it all again it weren't easy to see his two younger siblings into adulthood. Rambunctious, they were, and Fafnir were surely as bad, but he were the one to get them out of trouble. However, these are sides he'll only show to those he knows well and trust; he's a private dragon, one might say, and he's not one to share what goes on in his head. That easy-going, snarky brat is reserved solely for his family, perhaps those rare, few dragons he holds truly dear as well, and it the strictly polite approach is starkly preferred as far as Fafnir is concerned.
It is not that he is opposed to meeting new dragons, no, but the grand fates thrust upon the siblings planted a seed of paranoia after it became clear some dragons would do anything to weasel their way into even a sliver of fame; no matter how. And some had sought to remove the prophesied ones as their way into fame and Fafnir, being the oldest, felt it was his failure that'd resulted in his siblings being injured by the greed of outsiders; so he grew a little colder, a little more cautious, a little less open. His jokes grew sharper, his edges rougher, and Fafnir adopted the hardened, no-nonsense attitude of the older warriors quickly- it was better, he found, that others feared him than underestimate him. At least then, he kept telling himself, he could keep his siblings safe.
Out of the three siblings, he's the 'mature' one--the one that keeps the other two in check, breaks up their arguments and ensures they get their duties done without too much trouble. His success is questionable at times, without a doubt, but he tries his best.
He tried so hard, indeed, the weary son without the chance to truly live, and sacrificed his sanity to contain a threat when the Temple of Grey were opened by accident- the Shade within burst forth, and it took so many, and Fafnir didn't hesitate to throw himself headfirst at the unshapely, soul-shattering creature of the Void. When he awoke again, which he had truly never expected to, it were all different and new. Pain and prickling fear haunted him, shadows dancing just out of sight, and he weren't fully Fafnir no more. His brash strategy of attacking the Shade outright had wounded it, and it had wounded him, and before they'd been able to do much more it'd latched itself onto his soul; they weren't able to remove it, lest they wished to kill him, and it was a bitter victory. Fafnir had, successfully, beaten back something vile and kept his siblings, his home, safe- and it'd cost him much. Evil were in him, now, a quiet whisper in the back of his mind he fought to ignore, a wicked idea trickling into his thoughts unbidden, and Fafnir wouldn't be able to escape.
No matter the lengths they went to in hopes of helping, nothing they did could wipe the stain of the Shade from his soul. Suppressing it were possible, and they did everything they could, but Fafnir were far more rough around the edges and his words cut deeper than before, now. Nightmares and unwanted twitches, actions that weren't his barely caught before becoming reality; life, now, were a constant battle of vigilance and focus. And there weren't enough hope in the world to chase the fear from him.
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Otr, despite being the middle one of the lot, were always the baby of the three. Anxious, twitchy, afraid of his own shadow- he could have been unrelated, for all the things they had in common, and if it weren't for them being nigh on identical nobody would have believed them to be siblings at all. No matter the anxiety, Fafnir does love his brother, and Fafnir is fiercely protective of his stressed out sibling. Even after Otr grew up, a fully capable warrior despite the odds, Fafnir tended to hover and linger- had to make sure his brother was safe, as one does, and there weren't a thing in the world anyone could do to make him quit. No matter that Otr, at times, found his overly loving self a tad annoying. |
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