Mirage is a fanmade character in Path to Nowhere. The current Custodian of the city-state of Oasis, Mira (as she's more commonly known by) is not a face often seen at the Bureau. Nevertheless, she remains a staunch ally of the MBCC Chief, even if her own personal views on DisCity--and a certain General--remain critical at best.
◆ Ability Summary
The subject has the ability to create flat "barrier" walls that are thin as a sheet of paper but have immensely high durability. Creative use of this ability also allows the subject to box in her opponents, and create temporary holding cells or protective boxes. Researchers note that the appearance of these "barriers" are similar to that of Hypercubes.
◆ Awakening
The subject awakened as a Sinner in NF95 when the caravan containing her and her parents were attacked by assassins. In the chaos, the subject's throat was slashed, but her awakening as a Sinner saved her life.
◆ Corruption State
The subject has a very low corruption state, physically and mentally. However, the subject is often prone to bouts of deep melancholy.
◆ Arrest Record
As the leader of an Outland citystate, she has allied with the Chief of MBCC as a collaborative partner in Sinner rehabilitation and welfare.
◆ Serving Term
The subject visits the Bureau twice a month in person, as most communications with Chief occur remotely. Nevertheless, the subject is consistently well-behaved and polite, however, the presence of the DisCorps General is known to provoke her at times.
The subject maintains a professional front when interacting with staff and other Sinners. This makes her slightly unapproachable, and causes some Sinners to be wary of her. However, a few brave Sinners have begun to show interest in becoming friends and exchanging contact information, to which the subject has appeared to respond positively to.
The subject has begun to open up socially, and attends gatherings as frequently as her schedule allows. She is closest with Sinner 118, Ceto, however is forming closer bonds with Sinner 745, Matilda Cavendish, and Sinner 186, Horo. Her relationship with Sinner 005, Augustus, remains antagonistic on a surface-level, but their interactions speak to something hidden out of sight.
The subject has initiated a collaborative project with the MBCC, where Sinners of good health and stable corruption are authorised for an all-expenses paid trip to Oasis. Slots for this project are highly competitive, but feedback received by the Chief has been stellar across the board. It seems as though this subject has finally found the companions and community she has been searching for.
DEVELOPER NOTES
introducing everybody to my beautiful precious princess... everyone say hi <3
ok to be /srs though i'm separating mira's lore document into a whole other post because that thing is WAY too long to condense it in this post. it'll have all of the shenanigans between mira, ceto and augustus too hehe
maybe i'll make a separate post about oasis itself but like it's broadly inspired by many different civilizations that exist in arid regions with a primary water source instead of any particular one. appearance wise oasis is situated on a mesa (like the town of amedi in iraq) and has modernised babylonian-esque architecture. their crop variety is more reminiscent of ancient egypt so stuff like wheat, barley, some vegetables and fruits, etc though with some additional modern stuff thanks to technology. all in all oasis kinda blends historic with modern, if that makes sense.
anyway check out this GORJUS sketch from @crguang of mira in her riding attire HEHE
Seven is a fanmade character in Honkai: Star Rail. She is a pioneering researcher in her field of Abundance-linked Astral Ecology, having written many field-defining works on the subject. Her expertise is vast enough to the point she was privately contracted for several IPC ecology projects, including the IPC’s flagship ECOSTAR line of starships; though nowadays you will find her working alongside the warriors of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, tagging along on their campaigns to directly study Abundance-affected worlds. But beneath her breezy and light-hearted disposition is a past mired in mystery and grief, hidden away in a secret corner of the universe, aching to be unveiled—whether she likes it or not.
✦ Bio
-> Species: Human (cloned)
-> Lore Path: Erudition
-> Faction: Xianzhou Yaoqing
-> World: [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]
-> How to Obtain: Shards of a Bygone Life
✦ Combat Mechanics
Basic Attack: Overgrowth Suppression
Deals Imaginary DMG equal to x% of Seven's ATK to a single enemy.
Skill: Marked for Sampling
Seven deals Imaginary DMG equal to x% of her ATK, and marks an enemy as the Primary Target. This effect lasts 4 turns. Primary Target's duration can be refreshed using Ultimate: Intrasomatic Linkage.
Ultimate: Intrasomatic Linkage
Seven coalesces Imaginary energy and activates a Zone, dealing blast Imaginary DMG equal to x% of Seven's ATK. While the Zone lasts, the Primary Target is afflicted with Physiosyncrhonization. When allies attack the Primary Target affected by Physiosynchronization, other enemies within the zone will take successive damage equal to x% of the damage dealt to the Primary Target.
Simplified: Seven causes all enemies to be linked, and all enemies within the Zone take damage equal to x% of the damage dealt to the Primary Target.
Talent: Repeat Testing
When allies attack the Primary Target, Seven immediately launches a Follow-Up Attack, dealing Imaginary DMG equal to x% of Seven's ATK. This effect can trigger twice every turn.
Technique: Dispersal Mechanics
Seven causes an enemy to be Dazed, and upon entering combat inflicts Physiosynchronization on the enemy with the highest HP.
✦ Voicelines
About Feixiao...
“The General? Hehe, yes, she’s quite the personality. We were just colleagues at first, but we got closer off-duty over time. …hm? Rumors? About… dating? Ah, hehe— well, I won’t confirm or deny~”
About [ERROR: DATA CORRUPTED]…
“I owe her so many things… most of all my life. I hope one day, she too can leave that lab behind and embark on her own journey and live her own life. And maybe— maybe she can visit me too, on the Yaoqing. If you ever see her, tell her I said that, okay?”
Hobbies…
“One of the primary utilisations for Abudance-affected plants is as a food source, since it grows quickly and in, well, abundance. So, whenever I can, I like to take samples back and see how they taste like when cooked—after I make sure they’re not poisonous, of course. I made a stir-fry out of this kudzu-like plant once and Jiaoqiu really liked it! You should come over and try some~”
super cool moot @trendywaifus sketched my smug snake of a zzz oc, sawyer, and urgrgdhgsh IT’S SO GOOD ??? anyway zzz enjoyers go check them out they write banger zenless content but SPECIFICALLY jane content 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
NOTE: This record involves @spirit-lanterns’s amazing HSR Casino AU that I highly recommend checking out because 1) it’s amazing and 2) for additional context.
“You’re tense.”
At the sound of that low, dulcet voice, the Boss only sighs. She could recognise that insufferable tone anywhere. She takes a drag from her pipe and slowly exhales, not bothering to turn around and keeping her eyes fixed on the pit. Her bunnies flit about, doing everything from entertaining the gamblers to mixing drinks.
Her Golden Bunny is, of course, nowhere to be seen.
“What do you want, Fafnir?”
The dragoness laughs, a rumble deep in her throat. The Boss hears her tail swish over the carpeted floor as Fafnir moves to stand next to her. The other woman’s hands are clasped behind her back, her posture ramrod straight, yet at the same time exuding a calm, nonchalant air.
“Must I want something to speak to you?”
“You wouldn’t save a drowning person unless you got paid.”
Fafnir hums at that. “You and a stranger are vastly different in value, my dear.”
“Of course,” the Boss says dryly. “Should I consider myself lucky, then?”
“Visit Gniteheath and find out,” Fafnir offers in return, a grin more teeth than anything pulling at her lips. “Who knows, you might be the one to break the bank.”
The Boss snorts at that. “You forget that I own a casino as well. I don’t harbor such delusions even for my own establishment—much less yours.”
Fafnir’s grin widens, sharp and dangerous. “Accusing me of rigging my machines? My, my, something really has gotten under your skin.”
She shrugs, not deigning the dragoness’s prodding with an answer, but the woman presses on. Gloved fingers tap rhythmically on the railing they both lean on. She can feel Fafnir’s golden eyes boring into the side of her head, as if trying to discern what was running through her mind.
Then, she snaps her fingers, tail swishing eagerly. “Oh, I know. Your little bunny left you high and dry, didn’t she?”
The Boss has an excellent poker face, but if Fafnir is anything, she is experienced. The dragoness has centuries over everyone in this casino, and with those years comes a notoriously sharp eye. Fafnir laughs like a hissing snake, moving to lean with her back against the railing, so that she can meet the Boss’s eyes. And so she notices when they narrow almost imperceptibly, which only fuels her glee.
“Oh, how tragic,” the dragoness coos, although it is more of a sneer. “Which one was it today? The little runt, or the demoness?”
It was Firefly, but the Boss wasn’t about to admit that. Instead she takes another drag from her pipe, and exhales the smoke right in Fafnir’s face. The other woman allows it to pass right over her, not flinching at all.
“If that was your attempt at a smokescreen, consider me disappointed,” she drawls.
“It wasn’t,” the Boss says coolly. “But it did shut that mouth of yours for a few, blissful seconds.”
The dragoness faux pouts, placing a hand on her chest as if she’s hurt. “You wound me, my dear.”
“You can take it. And if you can’t, you’ll just come back again in a few years.”
“Ah, the joys of reincarnation,” Fafnir snickers. For the next few moments, they stand in silence together. Fafnir looks over her shoulder at the pit, and the Boss takes the oppurtunity to study the other woman.
If she had to choose a single word to describe the dragoness, it would be domineering. Ridiculously tall, with broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist and a deceptively defined body beneath that form-fitting tailored suit of hers, it is evident that Fafnir draws attention in any room she walks in. Paired with that charming smile and warm, deep voice, it is no wonder that Gnitaheath has gained the reputation it has.
The Boss takes another drag of her pipe, but to her dismay, no smoke fills her lungs. It seems that in the time she’d spent idling, the embers in the bowl had died out. With a sigh, she fishes in her sleeve for a lighter—only to realise she left in in her office.
Perhaps noting her chagrin, Fafnir looks to her and quirks a brow. “Need a light?”
“I didn’t consider you the type to carry one with you,” the Boss replies, cocking her head. Fafnir rolls her eyes, and steps closer.
“I do not,” she confirms, but leans in nonetheless and cups her hand over the bowl of the pipe. Up close like this, the Boss can see every fine detail of the dragoness’s face—from the small smattering of freckle-like scales along the ridge of her cheekbones, to the way her dark hair falls almost perfectly to frame her eyes, the corners ever so slightly lined with crow’s feet. Eyes like pools of molten gold, speckled with lighter flecks.
Close up like this, the Boss might even consider the dragoness handsome.
Then, Fafnir breathes out, the column of her throat glowing like hot coals. Warm breath cascades over the bowl, warm enough that the fine tobacco ignites once more. With her job done, Fafnir pulls back, and the Boss takes a drag, letting the smoke filling her lungs distract from the scent of Fafnir’s cologne lingering in the space between them.
She blows out the smoke, again, but this time it is a smokescreen—if only to hide the dusting pink across her cheeks.
“Better?” the dragoness drawls, letting the smoke pass as she did before. The Boss only hums approvingly.
“When do you leave?” the Boss asks, her tone casual, non-comittal. Fafnir blinks, momentarily surprised by the question, and her tail flicks against the carpet, almost petulantly.
“So quick to be rid of me?”
The Boss pushes herself off the railing and shakes her head. “I have a vintage in my office. If you are staying, it may be good for, hm... relaxing.”
“Oh?” Fafnir says, a sly grin creeping onto her features as she picks up on the implication immediately. “Is that an invitation?”
“What will you do if it is?”
Fafnir’s eyes go half-lidded, and a large, gloved hand finds purchase on the Boss’s hip. “Why, I’d graciously accept, of course.”
Later, if any of the bunnies pass by the Boss’s office and hear rattling furniture accompanied by low grunts and groans, they do not say anything.
"An Aeon that presides over the Path of Adoration. Known by THEIR devotees as the Pandemos, or 'one who is common to all people', they are the personification of 'love', having ascended an unfathomable amount of time ago after realizing the 'truth' of life."
- Loading Screen: Amatory
◆ Name: Amatory
◆ Title: Aeon of Adoration, The Lover
◆ Path: The Adoration
Amatory is a fanmade Aeon in Honkai: Star Rail, representing the Path of Adoration. THEY are known to be among the kinder Aeons, and by virtue of the broadness of THEIR path, often has a hand in the dealings of mortals. It is rumored that THEY even walk amongst mortals at times, and was once a key figure on the Astral Express until Akivili's untimely disappearance.
◆ Appearance
Amatory often appears in the form of a feminine human, with iridescent skin and long, pink hair. THEY are dressed in a loose, white robes resembling an ancient Greek chiton, the hem lined blue with doves embroidered in gold thread. THEY wear a crown of gold laurels as well as various pieces of golden jewellery, including earrings and a necklace. THEY sit upon a seashell throne, and in THEIR lap is THEIR familiar, Peristera, the drake-dove.
◆ History
-> Ascension
An unknowable amount of time ago, a (suspected) human on the planet of Agora ascended to Aeonhood and became the Aeon of Adoration, after realizing the 'truth' of life.
-> Swarm Disaster
The range of Amatory's influence is unknown during the Swarm Disaster, though it is noted that Peristera the drake-dove fiercely and successfully defended Agora from attacks from the Swarm. It is assumed THEY watched, alongside Xipe and Aha, as Qlipoth stripped Tayzzyronth's power and sealed the other Aeon.
-> Present
Amatory is noted to be active in the current time, hiding their divine form to walk amongst mortals. This information has been confirmed by the Aspects of Adoration, as the Sanctuary of Kitheryia remains empty.
◆ Followers & Factions
-> Agora, Planet of Doves
Agora is the birth planet of Amatory, and the foremost seat of THEIR following. The planet is known for its romantic, dreamy atmosphere, with permanently pink-hued skies thanks to a specific concentration of minerals in the atmosphere and the angle of Agora to its sun. Agora is also known for it's stunning beaches, which are also popular pilgrim destinations due to the belief that Amatory gained THEIR enlightenment whilst standing on the shore of one of Agora's beaches, part of THEIR body submerged in the sea-foam. Agora is blessed with mild weather across the planet, thanks to the direct influence of its Aeon.
Temples to Amatory are scattered across the planet, tended to by Devotees. The largest temple complex, the Amatopolis, is also the name of the planet's capital city. Amatopolis is the residence of the Aspects, and the location of other universally famous sites, such as the Museum of Peristera, The Sanctuary of Kitheryia and the Akropoils to Akivili.
-> Devotees of Adoration
The Devotees of Adoration are the primary followers of Amatory, and are found in the largest numbers on Agora, although they are also well distributed across the universe. The Devotees can choose to be active participants upon the Path, tending to Amatory's shrines and temples, or they can choose to be passive participants simply by loving and being loved. To Amatory, loving is quite the same as worshiping.
-> Aspects of Adoration
The Aspects of Adoration are Amatory's six chosen Emanators. They are chosen by the Aeon as role models, in a sense, to each specific branch of 'love'. Hence, the six Aspects are Agape, Eros, Philia, Storge, Philautia, and Xenia. Each Aspect has their own hall within the Amatopolis, branching off from the temple's main hall which leads to the Sanctuary of Kitheryia. The Aspects are functionally Amatory's high priests and priestesses, and offer advice on behalf of the Aeon to pilgrims and devotees who visit the temple.
-> The Dove Poets Society
Contrary to its name, the Dove Poets Society does not solely consist of poets. Instead, the Society is open to all manner of creatives, including artists, writers, sculptors and many others. Joining the Society is not too dissimilar to joining the Genius Society; to do so, one must draw the gaze of Amatory THEMSELF. Creatives who use love or themes of love as their muse are blessed with a dove-feather pin, and are later cordially invited to Agora by administrative devotees. They are then given free lifelong board and housing, subsidized by the Devotees, and are allowed to pursue their art without worry.
As a result of this, many famous and popular works have been produced by the Society. They can all be found within the Museum of Peristera, making the museum a must-visit for those interested in the arts.
-> Peristera, the Drake-Dove
Said to be the beloved companion of Amatory, Peristera is a legendary, almost divine beast blessed by the Aeon THEMSELF, and tasked with eternally protecting Agora. The drake-dove resides within the Sanctuary of Kytheryia, ever-slumbering until danger rouses it, or its master returns from THEIR journeys. Several proposals were made by the Intelligentsia Guild to access the Sanctuary and collect biological samples from Peristera; all these proposals were promptly rejected by the Aspects, citing the sanctity of the Sanctuary as Amatory's home, not to be entered by mortal bodies unless invited by the Aeon THEMSELF.
Although Peristera's awakenings usually herald danger, it is often followed by a frenzied scramble by Devotees eager to get their hands on some of the drake-dove's fallen feathers. Much like Qlipoth's Divine Amber, Peristera's feathers are sacred items to the Devotees and followers of Amatory. However, these feathers fade over time, and as a result are often cast in gold and made into jewellery such as bracelets, anklets, armbands, crowns or earrings to preserve them. They are said to bring love to the life of the wearer, hence their popularity.
Developer Notes:
I'm worldbuilding out here like I'm a part of the HSR Writing Team LMAO this OC isn't even playable but I feel like I've fleshed them out the most out of all my OCs lsdfhjsdlfjsdjlf. But frankly I'm surprised and Aeon of something like love doesn't exist, given how (not to get too into philosophy) central it is to humanity or arguably consciousness in general.
Obviously, Amatory is heavily inspired by Aphrodite, as referenced by both their sacred animals being the dove, and their ascension occurring while they were submerged in sea-foam, similar to how Aphrodite is said to have been born from sea-foam, in certain mythological accounts. And the whole love thing.
-> You could argue that the Paths of Harmony and Adoration could collide, and honestly, I too can see it happening. Though I would counter and say 'love' is less clear-cut lawful than Harmony; if we're sticking by the Ancient Greek themes, we look no further than the story of Troy, or the response of Demeter to Persephone's abduction. This could turn into a whole back and forth, but truthfully, I'm just here to fuck around and play with HSR's worldbuilding so I'm not going to get into too much discourse about it LMAO. These are MY delusions and I call the shots 😌😌😌
Agora as a planet and culture is heavily based on Ancient Greece. I felt inspired after running around in AC: Odyssey's discovery mode. Say what you will about the game, but as an open-world exploration enjoyer it is SUCH a treat.
Peristera is named after the eponymous nymph who was transformed into a dove by Aphrodite and made her sacred animal. Although Amatory's Peristera is also a dragon, because I'm a sucker for dragons. Appearance wise, it looks a lot like Cinderella from Burn the Witch [image below].
Making a neka for Amatory was hard as fuck, mainly because they end up looking too human and normal and not as godly as I'd like, but I guess they can get a pass because Nanook looks pretty normal too.
Neka of Amatory, as close as to what I can envision in my brain:
fellas……. i might be cooking with this ptn oc idea……..
a very powerful AI developed by the FAC, whose purpose is to assist FAC soldiers on their missions into the DisSea or against black rings or whatever by hanging out in their helmets and giving real-time combat analyses to the soldiers (think JARVIS from iron man). well what if on one mission into the DisSea, the mania contamination was way too high and all the soldiers died while the AI was still trying to figure out the best strategy to keep them all alive. this, coupled with the excess mania messing with the circuitry (or something, idk shit about computer science lmfao) pushes the AI over the edge and it develops true sentience.
now a freshly born ‘person’ the AI escapes from the FAC, leaving the organisation’s cyberspace in absolute shambles. it wants to understand humans, needs to understand them—so it infects nearly every device it can in DisCity in search of that understanding, that essence of humanity. this is, of course, a very big problem so paradeisos themselves dispatch the chief of mbcc to deal with the problem because what else could cause this beyond a sinner?
cue a wild goose chase between the AI and chief, who is eventually coralled into the mbcc by the power of chief’s talk-no-jutsu or something, i haven’t thought that far ahead. maybe with summer’s help the mbcc develops a robotic body for the AI. in any case, the mbcc is now completely impervious to cyberattacks, and chief (but especially nightingale) have a new, hyper-effective assistant that increases the bureau’s productivity by a margin of 100%.
the AI’s ‘sinner ability’ would probably be something like infinite void for all the jjk watchers—enemies would look into the AI’s screen/face and just get overloaded with information it contains, like psychic damage kinda thing. but tbh idk abt that yet, might change it, but this was fun to think about im ngl
also this oc totally wrecks eirene’s shit in 4d chess with multiverse time travel and it infuriates her to no end
"That casino owner? She's nothing but trouble. If you ever think you're winning with her, think again—because the house always wins."
- Ten Stonehearts, Topaz
◆ Name: Fafnir
◆ Title: Avaricious Embracer
◆ Owner of the Gnitaheath Casino
◆ Path: Nihility
◆ Type: Fire
◆ Rarity: 5*
Fafnir is a fanmade character in Honkai: Star Rail. The owner of one of the most famous casinos in the universe, she attracts both adoration and detestation. A Scion of Long, Fafnir has lived many long, long lives, and yet through them all, one thing remains constant: the gleam and glitter of gold is always her singular calling.
◆ Appearance
Fafnir is a tall woman with short, black hair and yellow-gold eyes. There are streaks of yellow in her hair, located near the base of her horns which are gold in color, resembling a ram's horns. She also has a long, serpentine tail covered in black scales and adorned with more golden accessories.
Fafnir wears a neatly pressed, tailored black suit jacket with delicate gold embroidery on the cuffs that resemble scales, accompanied with black slacks with a similar design along their length. Below this, she wears a dark grey dress shirt, paired with a light-colored tie embroidered with gold thread. She also sports round, yellow-tinted glasses with a gold frame, and wears black, semi-palm gloves with the same golden embroidery.
◆ Combat Mechanics
Basic Attack: Buy-In
"Place your bets, please."
Deal's Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK to an enemy.
Skill: All or Nothing
"C'mon, why don't you put some skin in the game?"
Deals Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK to a single enemy and inflicts a Gnitaheath Marker.
Ultimate: The House Always Wins
"Looks like it's time for a payout... mine, of course."
Removes 1 buffs from all enemies and deals Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK, and simultaneously consumes all Gnitaheath Markers on enemies, dealing an additional Fire DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK. Detonation also triggers the effect of Gnitaheath Marker, but restores HP to all allies instead of only the ally at lowest HP.
Talent: Risk Premium
At each turn of an enemy who is affected by Gnitaheath Marker, the enemy takes DMG equal to x% of Fafnir's ATK. The DMG taken by the enemy is then converted into an equivalent amount HP, and is immediately transferred to an ally with the lowest HP. Gnitaheath Marker lasts for 2 turns. Gnitaheath Marker is considered a debuff.
At E1: Gnitaheath Marker is consider Fire DoT.
Technique: House Edge
"Time for a blood game?"
When entering battle, there is a 120% base chance of the enemy with the highest HP to be inflicted with Gnitaheath Marker.
◆ Voicelines
About Topaz...
"Little Miss Topaz, my favorite IPC agent! Her assignments bring her to my doorstep more often than not, and it is always refreshing to see her. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to convince her to step into the pit yet, unlike that colleague of hers. Hm, no matter. I quite enjoy our conversations away from the pit as well."
About Aventurine...
"Detestably card sharp, he is. He'd never take a gamble he wouldn't win—so I suppose we are two birds of a feather, in that regard."
Added to a team with Dan Heng - Imbibitor Lunae...
"My, my, a Vidyadhara? And a High Elder, no less... this will be interesting indeed."
Hobbies...
"Sometimes, when I feel particularly bored, I like to stroll across the catwalks above the pits. There's something particularly, hm, gratifying, about watching the going-ons of the pit. Someone may be winning, and someone may be losing, but in the end... well, the true winner has been decided long before they bought in."
Chat - Heritage...
"You wish to know about my heritage as a Scion of Long? I'm afraid there isn't much to tell. Many eras ago, my first incarnation was a follower of the Permanent Lord, and was bestowed the ability shared by all Scions. Hm? Others like me? ...I must disappoint you again, for they are no longer here."
Chat - True Form
"My true form? Heh... such a bold request. How about we play a game of blackjack, and if you win, I'll indulge you."
Developer Notes:
Fafnir is inspired by the dragon (or worm) of the same name in Germanic legend and folklore.
Fafnir's title, Avaricious Embracer, is a nod to the translation of Fafnir's name from Old Norse as 'the Embracer'.
Fafnir's color scheme is generally black/gold/yellow. The yellow-gold color of her eyes and the hints of yellow in her appearance are intended to convey her primary character trait of greed, since yellow is the representative color of greed.
Gnitaheath is the name of Fafnir's lair in the legends.
Fafnir is a Scion of Long, but not a Vidyadhara. I may expand on the lore of her 'lineage' through her stories at a later date.
Fafnir's Talent, 'Gnitaheath Marker', is named after casino markers; interest free, short-term lines of credit given to players by the casinos to encourage playing, although they are also expected to be promptly paid back.
Fafnir's true form is about the size of adult Drogon, from Game of Thrones.
Fafnir's kit is designed to be somewhat reminiscent of her character: someone who gives nothing, and only takes. I tried to give her kind of a life-steal mechanic similar to the one in PTN, though I'm not too sure how well it worked out, LOL.
I can't think of a character similar enough to how I envision Fafnir to add as a reference, and I can't draw for shit so my saving grace is once again Picrew. This isn't 1:1 how Fafnir looks like, as I picture her as having a skin tone more similar to Kaeya's (and my own), but alas, my Picrew options were limited. Nonetheless, this is the closest I can get as of now, so enjoy (?) one smug, bastard scrooge woman:
UPDATE: my absolutely amazing showstopping talented mutual @e-hibiscus drew fafnir and it is truly THE MOST amazing thing i’ve ever seen and is 1:1 exactly how i picture fafnir in my mind, they’re a super amazing artist and writer and i’m truly honored to be their moot !!
THAT’S HER !! THAT’S THE STINKY BASTARD DRAGON WOMAN !!!
cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe
this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!
“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.
“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.
“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”
A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”
“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.
“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”
Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.
“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.
“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.
“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”
“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”
The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”
“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”
"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”
“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.
“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”
The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.
Too bad she's never been the type to listen.
“Deal.”
It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.
"How about we have some real fun, hm?"
In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.
(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)
