He took the time to swear at himself as he got onto his feet. The red hood he was wearing was one used for levitation, and he tried to figure out if it would work as he lamented what he had lost; he wouldn't much miss the parents who had thrown him out on his eighteenth birthday, waiting till he went out to celebrate with his friends, and then changing the locks, pretending they couldn't hear him calling to them outside.
He was going to miss his friends, but as he tried to recall his last memories, he distinctly remembered pushing one of them out of the way of an out-of-control truck when it had swerve towards the sidewalk.
"Ah," he nodded slowly, "I got struck down by the Truck-kun saving a friend," he sighed. "An honorable way to be reincarnated, I suppose," he found a nice rock to sit on and did just that, looking at the clouds and taking his time thinking back to the life he had just lost; he had just finished sending a prayer to whatever god sent Truck-kun after him that one of his friends would take ownership of his pet dogs when the red hood began tugging at him.
As soon as he felt it move, he could feel his magic, as naturally as though it was his sense of touch or taste. As soon as he could feel his magic, he could feel his spells, his mana, how much mana he had, and how much each spell cost.
"It's like looking at my second monitor without having to look at it." The experience was hard to pin down, and he was confident he could never describe it better than he had, and he had definitely done that poorly.
"I can fly," he practically sang as he used magic to haphazardly float into the air, slowly going higher and higher up. He could see distant mountains, a forest so vast it looked as though it could go on forever, and after a moment, he found his desired destination.
Far in the distance, he could see a massive lake, with a town covering its southernmost shore. Several dozen specks could be seen in the water, the largest one clearly a boat.
"Civilization!" He cheered as he tried to fly forward. His inexperience with flying sent him shooting across the sky. The sudden speed scared him witless, and he ended up plummeting towards the ground like a meteorite.
He slammed face-first into a brick road, forming a trench with his face. Once he came to a full stop, he got to his feet.
The wind had pulled his hood down, and his ears were on full display for a moment. His Ears where Pointed and longer than a normal Humans, along the tips of them where more burnt orange scales. His experience with reincarnation stories told him that Dragon's were usually seen as dangerous, and he wasn't about to stress-test if being a dragon-newt would get him the same teatment in the event things like his scales or blood where a rare and valuable commodity.
"Oh wow, not even a scratch," he noted as he made sure all his limbs still functioned. He felt his tail wag slightly and took this moment to try and turn it off. To his delight, the ability to toggle it on and off was among his magical abilities.
"I don't want them to think I'm attacking or anything, so I'd best walk the rest of the way," As he walked, he began brainstorming the most important aspects of his new life. "I gotta hide these things," he muttered as he pressed his hands against his chest.
There had been few limits in character creation and outside of pefuring to have a womans voice in his ear, he much preferred the wardrobe options available to woman, while also still gaining access to the male romance tree of several dozen npc woman due to technically being a guy.
He had set them just big enough to be noticeablebut not so big they caused clipping issues like his tail had ingame.
He also felt having a more womanly face would result in unwanted male suitors, especially if gender was a touchy subject in this world and not having a properly gendered body resulted in a person or group of people trying to off him, either for personal or religious reasons.
Unlike his tail however, there was no on-off button for his questionable character creation choices. He reached into his inventory and, after some searching, found what he needed: a ring that allowed players to modify their avatars slightly in the game. It was mostly a role-playing item for sneaking around, and that was exactly why he had it, allowing the user to adjust any one aspect of their character without a time limit so long as the ring was on.
He pulled the ring out and inspected it; it looked about as bland as an item meant for espionage should. He slid it over his right ring finger.
As soon as he thought about having a washboard for a chest so he tapped it and was relieved to find his top flat as flat could be, He checked and found that even though he could feel their sway, they only took up as much space as they looked to take up while the ring was active, meaning no one could accidentally cop a feel and notice something was off.
"Man, magic is crazy. Alright, now I just need a Bullshit backstory in case I lose my ring. I could probably just say a witch or something cursed me, but I'll need a reason why, and I'll have to memorize it, I wish I remembered all of that stupid backstory," Fáfnir sighed as he continued down the road, "I probably wrote it down somewhere,"