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[h1][s]❈ WHO AM I?❈[/s]
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[indent][indent][right][h3][color=9e0b0f]》[/color] 𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖨𝖢𝖲: Jagannath Yaunten [b][color=9e0b0f]||[/color][/b]  28  [b][color=9e0b0f]||[/color][/b]  Dragon [/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=darkred]"In this life, everyone has a choice You can be safe, comfortable, alive. Or you can be glorious."[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][i]None alive today has ever seen a dragon, and likely think of them as nothing more than some long-extinct relic of another age. The true dragon kings of the ancient world are all long dead, their existence relegated to ancient and forgotten lore. The truth of their fearsome power, their unquenchable rage, and their peerless majesty is all but forgotten. In their prime, the dragons were beings forged from the nuclear hearts of stars, the masters of invisible poison flame, wielders of dark cosmic arts. Wherever they hunted and battled, the land itself was made toxic and barren, and none could sow or settle there for generations. The peoples of the Earth hated the dragons, feared them, and envied their might. None more so than the Starweavers of old, as they too claimed the secret rites of the stars for their own. Their war was calamitous; day turned to night as nuclear ash blocked the sun, and night turned to day with the fiery deaths of dragons in the sky. Though the dragons fought with every atom of their power, the stars had already chosen a victor, and soon their race began to vanish from the Earth.

In the war's final days, the last dragon realized his people's impending demise. His grief was beyond words, as was his fury. Terrified by the prospect of his people's extinction, he scoured the Earth until he found a tribe worthy of the gift of godhood. With his glowing breath, he inscribed the legend of his people onto their bodies and souls, hoping if nothing else their memory would live on. Most grew sick and quickly died, but some clung on to life with burned flesh and blackened bones. These survivors he nurtured, in his own bestial, draconian way until they bore offspring that carried his gift. Satisfied with his work, the last dragon retreated to his tomb in the bowls of the Earth, and waited for his death.

In their own tongue, the dragons called themselves, "the People of the Stars." This name has never been more apt, as the stars have marked their return.
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[i]Jagganath is a tall man with rich, dark skin, bright scarlet-red hair, and a powerful, developed musculature. His features are generally handsome, though mostly unremarkable, with the exception of his burning golden eyes. Given his unusual coloration and tremendous strength, many people mistake him for a Daeva or a half-breed at a glance, but he is more similar to a human biologically. Jagga's fashion sense can be described as "trashy" at best, as he has very little in the way of taste or decorum. Shorts, tee-shirts, sandals, and some gold jewelry are his outfit of choice in nearly every situation, as his body is as durable as any armor he could wear, and both cold and heat have nearly no effect on him. As Jagga's heart powers up, his skin takes on a green-black metallic sheen, the glow of his eyes becomes blindingly bright, and his hair seems to come alive with heat and light. If the energy of his heart begins to overwhelm him, his veins and heart begin to glow through his metal skin, and his body takes on a radiance of its own as his metal flesh begins to overheat and liquefy.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent][right][h3][color=9e0b0f]》[/color] 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫𝖨𝖳𝖸[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
[indent][indent][indent][i]Jagganath is a man riven by internal conflict. He finds himself torn between his humanity and better nature, and the growing tyrant inside of him that fights to be released. He is a man of stoic confidence, soft-spoken and introspective, but he is also a man of decisive action. While his mood is often gentle and contemplative, constantly bubbling under the surface is a compulsion to violently dominate and destroy everything and everyone around him. So far he has kept this urge more or less suppressed, only unleashing it when he finds it vitally necessary or otherwise acceptable, but every time he comes closer to losing control. Jagga has a strong, if rather unorthodox, moral code, and has little tolerance for those he perceives as immoral or foolish. In battle he is swift, pragmatic, and brutal, and gives his all against even opponents he greatly outclasses.[/i]
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[indent][indent][indent][right][h3][color=9e0b0f]》[/color] 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸[/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]
[indent][indent][indent][i] Jagganath's life began as a nameless foundling in the slums of Mumbai. His earliest years were spent in dilapidated orphanages, or on the streets, as none would claim or adopt what appeared to be an outcast half-breed child. He was a wild child, fighting as soon as he was old enough to walk, stealing to live, and attacking other children and animals for his own amusement. The only adult figures in his life were the Sadhu, the beggar-priests, who would soothe his rages with tantra, shared their alms, and taught him to read scripture. It was one of these urban ascetics who gave Jagga his name, styling him after the legendary master of the universe, merely because his dark skin and red hair evoked the imagery of Jagganath's sacred idol.

Around the time he began the journey from childhood into adolescence, something changed in Jagga. The only preceptor of this change he could remember was a strange dream where he heard a language he had never heard before. From that point on, though, his rages were even more furious and difficult to abate. He began to develop strange fevers that coincided with his violent moods, with his temperature rising over a hundred degrees, and his skin taking on a strange pallor and texture. Strange fires began to spring up as well around Jagga's episodes, and authorities began to assume he was the cause. The growing frequency and violence of Jagganath's outbursts, the implication of arson, Jagga's assumed social role of Dalit, and his rapid maturation all led to him gaining the unfavorable attention of the police. Jagga spent a significant amount of his adolescence in jail, or other forms of confinement, where he typically started more fights before being thrown back out on the streets.

Between stints of imprisonment, Jagga traveled north, up the length of the Indian subcontinent, until he crossed the border into Nepal. The harsh but peaceful environment of the Himalayas and the Buddhist monks that lived atop them gave Jagganath a chance to look within himself and come to grips with his identity. He realized in these years what he had become: a Starweaver, and sought to gain mastery over his powers. Jagga spent his last three teenage years training on the Himalayan peaks, hoping to control his strength, as well as his own emotions. The people of the valleys and lowers slopes of the Himalayas reported frequent avalanches, rock slides, and unseasonal floods throughout these years. He emerged from the mountains a man, both in body and mind, and found that as he exercised and practiced his power, it only grew more potent.

Jagganath spent some years traversing southeast Asia, alternating between masquerading as a vagabond mendicant priest, and other times working as a petty criminal. It was in these travels that he became involved in the world of underground magical street fighting, where combatants would pit skills both physical and metaphysical against each other in no-holds-barred battles. While he found fighting for the amusement of betting patrons somewhat belittling, this environment gave him a much-needed opportunity to vent his most violent urges without fearing too much for the lives of others, and allowed him to further hone his skills against opponents that could put up a fight against him.

It was in one of these secretive exhibitions in Singapore that Jagga was scouted by a member of the Mun Ji Dong triad. They were impressed by the physical and magical prowess he displayed, and offered to sponsor his immigration to Hong Kong so that he might compete in their own street-fighting competitions. Lacking any particular direction in his life, Jagga agreed. For a time, he was content as the prized cockfighter of these wealthy Chinese gangsters, as he was lavished with attention, admiration, and money by those in the underworld. However, as Jagga continued to fight and win, he gained the attention of higher-ranking members of the triad. They thought that his talents could be put to more profitable uses than a mere gladiator, and so he was "promoted" to the position of triad affiliate. At first the task they set to him were simple; intimidation of more powerful targets that would not normally be so easily swayed. The pay was good, and the praise from his superiors continued, so Jagga carried out their orders without question. However, their requests quickly ramped up in intensity. Intimidation became assault, assault became assassination.

It was shortly after completing yet another violent task for the triads that Jagganath found himself enveloped by some manner of strange fog that would not dissipate. The fog told him things in a voice that he only remembered from his earliest childhood years on the streets of Mumbai. It admonished him for his servility, and regaled him with tales of his forgotten ancestry. He realized he had heard this voice before, speaking this tongue he understood but had never heard before. The voice gave him a singular choice: to live out his life as a peasant, or to assume the mantle of a king. Just as quickly as it began, the vision ended, and Jagga buried its memory, assuming that he was tired or sick.

It wasn't until the news broke regarding the incident in Antarctica that Jagganath realized the significance of his vision. Suddenly realizing his destiny, he surreptitiously gathered his funds and resources, and fled Hong Kong before the triad could know he was planning to leave. He kept up a brisk pace as he fled on boats, planes, and trains, leaving as complex and looping a trail as possible for the triad to follow. He has only just come to rest in New York City, hoping to start a new life for himself, and embrace his own power and glory.

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[indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1][color=gold]⛧[/color][/h1][/center][h1][s]❅ WAKE UP, STARWEAVER ❅[/s][/h1][quote][quote]
[h1][center][color=9e0b0f]☢ A S C E N D ☢[/color][/center][/h1]
[indent][indent][right][h3][color=9e0b0f]☉ BIRTHRIGHT[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][right][i][color=gold]TYRANT OF STARS[/color][/i][/right][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][table][row][cell][right][color=9e0b0f]» 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧[/color][/right][/cell][cell][right][color=9e0b0f]» 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖯𝖮𝖱𝖳[/color][/right][/cell][cell][right][color=9e0b0f]» 𝖣𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖸[/color][/right][/cell][cell][right][color=9e0b0f]» 𝖣𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤[/color][/right][/cell][cell][right][color=9e0b0f]» 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠[/color][/right][/cell][/row]
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[indent][indent]Jagganath's power is both that of a Starweaver and inherited from his long-distant draconic ancestor. Whether by accident or some strange design, these powers seem to work in tandem, creating a truly unique being. The direct "source" of Jagga's power is his nuclear dragon heart, a miraculous organ that functions in a manner resembling an biological fusion reactor, supplying his body with tremendous amounts of energy. Most of this energy is channeled into his muscles, which can accept the power like a living dynamo. While his strength, speed, and endurance are all already prodigious, as he continues to exert himself, his nuclear heart will continue to heat up, increasing its rate of fusion, allowing his power to increase to levels considered obscene even for Starweavers. As the heat of his body and his strength both increase, the molecular structure of his flesh changes, revealing his hidden dragon genetics. His flesh becomes metallic in composition, giving him massively increased durability, and effective immunity to heat and directed energy. This also greatly decreases the density of his body, making him much lighter and able to leap to tremendous heights and over long distances. He can even vent this excess power in the form of blasts of heat, beams of nuclear fire, and other energetic attacks.

However, his power has a drawback. His human body is not the correct form to accommodate the heat and power of his nuclear heart, and so if he accumulates too much excessive heat, or remains "overheated" for too long his body will literally begin to melt down. His metal flesh will begin to soften and eventually liquefy, and his muscles will begin to rupture like an overexerted human athlete. The only ways he can combat this drawback is to allow his body to cool down naturally from inactivity, or attempt to vent the heat all at once by exposing his nuclear heart. The latter of these options can make for a devastating attack where he unleashes all of his pent-up energy at once, but also leaves him extremely vulnerable to having the source of his power attacked. 

While Jagganath does not have the training nor disposition to wield magic, he is also heir to the legacy of the racial magic of the dragons, which they used to fly through the stars and maintain their dominance over races they considered inferior. There may also be yet more secrets of his draconic ancestry hidden away in his flesh and soul, waiting to be uncovered.[/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent][indent][/indent]Jagga's starmark takes the form of a pair of wide curves of burning light that curl upwards to either side just behind his head, giving the impression of a pair of draconic horns, or else some manner of regal headdress. [/indent][/indent]
[quote][indent][indent][right][h3][color=9e0b0f]❖ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖢[/color][/h3][/right][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][table][row][cell][color=9e0b0f]❖ PLAYLIST[/color][/cell][cell][color=9e0b0f]❖ SONG[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell]OPENING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_TbF5m5KpU]MIKE OLDFIELD = "NUCLEAR"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]CASUAL THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ndp3uB8Bu-E]DIGITALISM = "MIAMI SHOWDOWN"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]BATTLE THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn8CxizsFVQ]DANCE WITH THE DEAD = "BECOME WRATH"[/url][/cell][/row][row][cell]ENDING THEME[/cell][cell][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SEgoi7kjw8]JUSTICE = "WATERS OF NAZARETH"[/url][/cell][/row][/table][/indent][/indent][/quote][/quote][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][center][h1]🐉[/h1][/center]
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