A Hard Wind was blowing across a vast, untamed grassy plain. At the heart of this wilderness was a towering hill, a stream that cut through the plains had cut a path around both sides of the hill, making it a mini island; the hill itself was crowned by a solitary Tree, its branches dancing in the wind. In this magical landscape, a person materialized beneath the tree, a sight that would have captivated any observer had there been one present.
The person was propped against the tree, peacefully dozing against its trunk. They were adorned in a vibrant red hooded cloak that's length looked to be on par with that of a large blankets, dirty blond hair could be seen coming out of the hood and going down past their shoulders.
A gleaming metallic white mask concealed their faces. Its eye holes were marked by two distinct lines running from the middle, starting at the bottom of each and going down to the edge of the mask. Two more lines jutted out from the outer edge of each eye vertically. The right cheek of the mask had two golden teardrops, the one closer to the middle slightly lower than the other.
The shape of the figure to any passing by would have been refered to as a woman, in no short reasoning due to the large size of it's chest. A Dark brown coat with awhite fur lining wrapped around their frame hanging lose around their wasit; the parts around his side were longer than the parts in the front and back. Two buttons were near the shoulders of the coat, with bits of red cloth holding the hood down to the shirt. Two short dark grey sleeves poked out from the arm holes, only slightly visible around the figures wrist. Their pants were grey. The left leg had been torn off, and the leg of a green pair of pants had been used to repair the damage. Red stitches could be seen holding the mismatched area together.
A set of flat-bottomed black boots were on their feet, with several bits of sting wrapped around them being used to tighten them. Both hands had opera gloves so black they looked like the night sky with their lengths hiden by the sleeves of the jacket.
And, marking their race as something other than human, a long Reptilian tail could be seen within the confines of their cloak, the scales where a burnt orange with a row of spaced out small spikes running along the top.
As the sun slowly journeyed across the sky, its rays finally found their mark. Piercing through the tree branches, they shone directly into the figure's eyes, forcing them to awaken from their peaceful slumber and confront their new reality.
They muttered in defiance as they did as most would do and tried to power through the light, but becoming slightly conscious alerted them to their surroundings enough for them to realize they were propped up against a tree.
They opened their eyes, emerald green, and looked at the tree sleepily. Their confusion grew when they tried to rub the sleep from their eyes and instead rubbed against the mask.
"Hm?" they looked at their hands, then their body, blankly at their hands again. "What the hell?" an adroginous voice demanded. The person attempted to get to their feet, only to trip over the long cloak on their back and send themself tumbling down the hill, landing directly into the stream. Luckily, it was shallow.
They pushed themmself up using their hands and knees and looked back at his reflection, recognizing the gear they were wearing.
Prior to this sudden awakening the creature had been a bland looking man who had spent much of his time playing a massive multiplayer online game. He had maxed out his character, getting the highest-level gear and participating in hundreds of raid battles. His character was a mighty and well balanced warrior; this was not that character.
A few years ago, he had convinced some of his friends to play the game, and they had agreed only if he made a new character and started from the beginning with them. Because they were all only playing to have fun with one another over beating the game, they all agreed to roll play as adventures.
To make their role-play more interesting, he and his friends had all chosen different creatures from different mythologies and then re-wrote their histories. He had gone with Fáfnir of Nordic Mythology, the Dwarf that had turned into a Dragon, he had a mastery in cursed magic, maxed out his Blacksmith level, started the game with the bard class, since he felt a greed dragon would absolutely train its tounge to get what it wanted and the bard class offered a high increase to in game persuasion checks. To help with combat he had taken the iron fisted monk as a secondary class.
The game itself hadn't had a known level cap it simply reached the point that you had to get crafty to level up, and with over a hundred skill trees to pick after unlocking all available curse magic skills, maxing out his Bardic abilities, and climbing up the Iron fisted monk skill tree as much as he was allowed to with the second class restriction, he had just started dumping hundreds of level-up points into basic states and whaterver skill provided a passive bost to something he used, wich had resulted in his damaging moves being strong but limited in number.
Since his friends had all eventually stopped playing, no longer being able to go through with the roleplay when one of the group had passed away due to illness, he ended up equiping one thing each of his friends had used, resulting in his gear being a mess of conflicting states and perks he couldn't use; still, all of this would have been fine had it not been for how much one could customize their characters, and how far he had gone with this one.
He had a pretty face that looked like a woman's, and a chest just large enough to not look utterly ridiculous; this character however was indeed a man, since no one but him could see the character naked thanks to his settings he'd decided to tell everyone his character was a woman, having a bit of his backstory covering the feminine characteristis, it had been fun character building but no one had ever called him out on it so he'd never gotten to show off the more pervy aspects of his creation.
"Welp, guess I died a virgin, and I'll continue to live as one," he swore at his body and the obvious problems it was bound to cause him socially.