~FD

FairDragoon was born someday. At a point during his life he died, but he says he doesn't mind. In an interview he gave to the 'Daily sommersault' he admitted:
'Sometimes people think that I shouldn't be around anymore, because I died, I guess. Well I don't see why I should be discriminated for this reason, I mean, is not as if I have 'Nipples' written on my forehead, you know?'
However he lives in a jug in the village of Armando, which is located on the line where reality meets la Pimpa, and makes a living out of nibbling flying pancakes.
In his long career he has been a Viking Warlord (admittedly for 0.3 seconds, since his tribe was wiped away by a meteor, but the ONU declared that to be righteously called 'warlord' you need to hold the title for o.2 seconds), a Norgese Royal palace guard (and king Hakon's personal anti-ninja bodyguard), Chronos best friend, Zeus best friend, Hades best friend, and human shield.
I'm italian, though my country has given me little to be proud of.

Of course none of this is true, but I shall quote a certain latin poet:
'Tu ne quaesiris, scire nefas'

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