Fojan

Fojan is a rather broody and secluded dragon, preferring the company of his spiders and other venomous creatures. His position as the clan’s designated assassin means his relationships with the complex thinking creatures tend to be a bit terse. While it does tend to get to him on his worst days, the silence and scared glances have become water to his scaled skin. He tends to hang around the Biovac as its the one place he has his own quarters, content with tinkering on new poison designs. Sure his work may be a bit demented, but it is work, and while he’s converted a lot of hobbies into a beneficial asset he does have things that aren’t connected to assassinating. For instance, he’s hardly shown it, but enjoys the many ways one can work with textile. It isn’t unusual for familiars to have cozy sweaters or clothes seemingly overnight, or for a new well-fitting piece of apparel to show up randomly in your wardrobe. While not outwardly expressing it, the mirror tends to have quite the eye for fashion and personal style- incorporating it into lovely little gifts!


A few relationships he’s made within the clan is a strong connection to the guardians Nimjirah and DeMarcus. Really, he’s made good connections to the old souls of the Bivouac, having been there for quite a while. Since Andrei made it, that is- and his favorite part of the ‘uac is the fact so many oddballs and violent individuals had such self control to refocus the anger to be beneficial. He misses Eria’s satire comments, oftentimes finding himself wondering how she’s doing way over in the Southern Icefields- how the Outpost is doing. Maybe one day he’ll visit… Until then, he had an emperor to keep in check. He considered Kael to be a good friend, all three heads actually! He was the one to stitch together the Emperor plushie, and gave it as a gift on Yule as he found the other dragons didn’t get anything for them. As for his view on the others inside the clan, well- he doesn’t much care for their opinions… with one exception. Esther. He is so very fond of the clan’s healer, finding himself intentionally allowing some minor missions go south just to be in her facility… maybe one day he’ll have the courage to hold a proper conversation with her. He’s just happy she wears the gown he made for her…