Mortefi sports a neatly combed horsetail of crimson hair that cascades like a stream of flame. His eyes, deep-set and brimming with prideful aloofness, give off an air of elegant danger.
Unlike the stereotypical researchers, who often come across as rigid and inarticulate, Mortefi exudes a sense of nobility. However, a fervent intensity lurks within his gaze. While his words are gracefully spoken, there lies a dormant dragon within him, nestled amidst the ashes. His politeness, akin to a thin layer of snow, conceals the fiery volcano that awaits its moment to erupt.
Mortefi's design draws inspiration from the legendary fire-breathing dragons of European folklore.
His right chest bears a Tacet Mark, adorned with a striking red crystalline matter that extends down his right arm. These crystalline formations closely resemble the scales of a dragon. To conceal these unique features, Mortefi covers them with bandages and dons fire-resistant gloves. However, when his fury ignites, these "scales" grow exponentially.
The red crystalline substance grants him the ability to manipulate fire. With subtle guidance, he can channel flames down the scales on his arm, creating a mesmerizing display reminiscent of a dragon's mighty claw. When Mortefi fully unleashes his Forte, a spectral dragon manifests behind him, its form composed of blazing petals that dance and flicker with intensity.
Classical music always fills the air in Mortefi's laboratory, providing the perfect backdrop for his work. With the intricate and precise compositions serving as his muse, Mortefi would write scientific equations with flames in the air as he contemplated his latest research, much like a devoted conductor leading an orchestra.
Even on the busiest of research days, Mortefi never neglects his afternoon tea ritual. He firmly believes that indulging in fine desserts helps replenish the energy his brilliant mind consumes.
While Mortefi's noble heritage demands a flawless image, he devotes minimal time to anything other than his research. His crimson hair, though simply combed, always remains impeccably neat. Similarly, Mortefi's pristine white robe, his constant attire, rarely bears any signs of wrinkles or stains. His obsession with cleanliness and orderliness extends seamlessly into his laboratory, where everything is meticulously arranged.
The combination of Mortefi's chilling face and proud eyes immediately convey that he is not someone amiable.
His patience for anything outside of his lab is incredibly limited, easily leading to agitation. In these moments, he subconsciously starts fidgeting with a lighter adorned with dragon patterns.
Usually, Mortefi doesn't use this lighter for ignition; but once the bear is poked, he won't need a lighter for fire anyway.
In European folklore, dragons are often associated with chaos and evil, known as fire breathers and fearmongers. Mortefi, however, never uses his fire irresponsibly.
Born into nobility, he was raised and educated in a manner that molded his hubris and grace. Yet, amidst the aristocratic circles he inhabited, he couldn't help but notice the hypocrisy and indifference that pervaded their interactions. This realization ignited a flame within him, one that he cleverly wielded to mock the imperious and scorch those lacking sincerity.
Mortefi is not one to get angry for no reason. Deep down, he is a gentle soul who responds well to coaxing. Whenever he starts getting cranky, a small concession from his funders, accompanied by praise for his creations, is all it takes to make him approachable once again.