Farore (Dragon Spirit Tactician) [Finished]

[Timmir]

Full Name: Farore
Other Name: Skulblaka Dautr (lit. Dragon Daughter), Silvara (Dragon Form alias)
Race: Dragon Spirit
Side: Varden

Birthplace: Believed to be Vroengard
Age: 213
Gender: Female
Birthday: Middle of Autumn

Eyes: Green
Hair: Straight, brunette hair that goes down to her neck
Weight: 176 lbs.
Height: 5'6"

Magic User: Yes, but because of her amnesia, casting magic is more from instinct then anything else.

Preferred Weapon(s): A rider long sword named Slytha that she was received from her adoptive father, Robin. The blade itself shares it's color with her dragon form's bright green scales. On the pommel of the blade rests an emerald used for storing magic.

Appearance: In her human form, Farore resembles a half-elf with her human-like features being more present then her elf like ones. Her face does not quite possess the same sharpness that other half-elves possess, while her ears still maintain the sleekness that half-elves are known for. Her body looks average for a half-elf, maintaining a sleek, but strong look from her many years of training. Her attire typically consists of either a simple shirt and pants or custom fitted light elven armor. Over this she wears a custom green cloak that possess a dragon-like design on it.

In her dragon form, she is the size of a dragon of about 100 years old. Her scales are the color of bright emeralds that remind one of a verdant forest in the sunset.

Personality: Farore is a strong willed woman who's most valued for her tactical mind. Most of the time she is calm and relaxed. She easily finds herself getting along with most people and often times tries to make friends and allies whenever she can. She also has proven to have a very stubborn side to her, making it hard for one to change her mind once she has it set on something.

On the battlefield, is where her tactical genius shines. She searches the battlefield in her mind and coordinates those under her command by sending mental messages to them. Though this, she shows her versatility and ability to quickly change her plan. If there is one flaw she possesses as a tactician though, it is her care for those under her command. She much rather lose a battle without suffering a single casualty instead of winning a battle because of a sacrifice someone made. She constantly trains and strives to better herself as a tactician in order to achieve a goal that most consider foolish and impossible. To be able to ensure that at the end of a battle, both sides have ultimately suffered minimal casualties.

---> Likes: Friends, Reading, Playing Chess, Nature
---> Dislikes: Enslavement, Death, Heights (human form only), Abuse, Her Amnesia, Betrayal
---> Strengths: Tactical Genius, Competent Swordsman and Magic User, Quick Learner, Able to turn into a dragon
---> Weakness: Connected to Nature, Amnesiac, Low Endurance, Fear of Heights (Human Only)

Family: Robin - Adoptive Father - Rider/Forsworn

History: Farore's story begins on Vroengard long before the fall of the fall of the riders. A human rider named Robin was taking a relaxing walk through the forest in Vroengard after a long day of training. Everything seemed normal on his walk until he saw something unusual on the ground. It was a baby girl bundled in a blanket with a note attached to it. Worried about it's safety, Robin picked up the baby wondering where her parents were at. He searched the area with his mind for any other signs of life, yet other then the wildlife, there was nobody else around. Seeing no other option, Robin read through the note.

The note was mostly written in the ancient language. On it, the writer apologize for leaving their daughter, wishing circumstances could have made so that the writer could have kept the child. It then pleaded with whoever to take care of their daughter. The note went on with a single word not written in the Ancient Language, one that spelled the little girl's name. Farore

Now it remains unknown whether or not the note had magic woven into as Robin took the little girl into his care. Truth be told, Robin never really care if there was. For the years that followed, Robin cared for Farore as if she was his own daughter. He fed her, clothed her, took her flying with him on his dragon (at least til an incident when she was three and fell off the dragon, being barely saved by her father's magic), and read to her. He did everything a loving father would do for his own baby girl.

At an early age, Farore showed to be a gifted girl. She quickly learned how to read and write by herself just by watching other people. She even began picking up on a few words of the ancient language by just listening to her father and some of the other riders conversations. Her most astounding feat by far was when she was 8 and was able to levitate a small stone a few inches above her palm.

[Timmir]

*continues from above*

While this maybe nothing special to a seasoned spellcaster, for an 8 year-old to pull something like that off without direct instruction from someone else showed Robin that his daughter had great potential, and had the possibly of becoming a powerful dragon rider.

Every few months for the next twelve years, Ferora was given a dragon egg to take care of in hopes one would hatch, yet disappointingly, none of them ever did and were eventually pass down to others with potential. Throughout these twelve years, Ferora was tutored in the ways of magic and began to learn how wield a blade. In her studies, she even began to gain an interest in tactics and how a tactician can change the flow of battle. She even began playing chess during her free time with whoever was willing to play with her at the time, and when she didn't have a challenger, she just run over scenarios by herself.

When she became twenty, the eggs stopped coming as her and her father gave up hope in a dragon ever hatching for her. That didn't dissuade Farore from her studies through for if she wasn't going to be a rider, then she was going to become the best tactician Alagësia has ever seen. Through her studies she hoped she would learn the secrets of master strategist in the past and figure out what changes she would make to their plans in order to improve the outcome of that battle or war. She even began using chess pieces on a makeshift board to create makeshift scenarios based on the texts she read and used them to help her see the whole battle in motion. Sure, it was not exactly the best way to do this, but she made do with what she had.

A few months after she became twenty, Farore became strangely ill. While her illness wasn't debilitating, it did proved to be quite annoying. What was so strange however was that none of the healers in Vroengard could figure out what was wrong with her. While she felt ill, she seemed physically and mentally alright. This perplexing mystery however was soon solved a month after she became ill.

Even with her strange illness, Farore was too stubborn to allow it to prevent her from training. Everyday she would still go outside to the sparing ring and practice her swordplay. On one particular afternoon, her illness took a turn for the worse. Throughout the whole day she felt like she was going to explode. Yet, as I mentioned before, her stubborness pushed her to going to the sparing ring that day. To only make matters worse, she was training with a particularly annoying elf rider who seemed to enjoy messing with her throughout their battle. He went as far as even taunting her by saying that she didn't belong here for no dragon would ever hatch for her. Between the elf's constant taunting and the already emotional turmoil caused by her strange illness, she felt herself go over the edge and all her pent up energy just explode from her.

The next few moments became a haze to her, but when she came to, the elf rider had dropped his weapon along with his footing and stared at her with a completely frightened face as he pushed himself back away from her as quickly as he could. The next thing she noticed was the fact that the elf had become alot smaller all of a sudden. In fact, everything around her looked a lot smaller then she remembered. That's when she realized that her surroundings weren't smaller, she was bigger and her whole body felt different. A quick analysis later and she found out she was now a dragon. Quickly overwhelmed by her sudden and unexpected transformation, she fainted.

When she came too again, she found herself in her bed back home, and more relieving, was back in her humanoid form. Willing to past off her recent experience as just a strange dream, she got out of bed and found more relief in the fact that whatever illness she had was gone. However, things turned out to not be how they seem as she left her bedroom and found her father with several of the elder riders sitting at a table, talking about her. That's when she knew her transformation wasn't a dream.

It's was soon revealed to her that she wasn't a half-elf like she use to believe, but instead they believe she is a part of a rare race the elder riders called Dragon Spirits. They went on to explain a tale of the race's origin that involved a dragon's request to a ancient rider for the dragon to become part human, part elf, part dragon. The result was a race of beings who possessed the appearance of a half-elf, but also had the ability to transform into a dragon. However, most of the elder riders believed this to be just an old tale for they have never met or even heard about a Dragon Spirit, at least until Farore's transformation. It was then decided that it was best for Farore's true identity to be kept secret for there was no telling what would happen if it got out. Instead, once she was completely able to control her transformation, she was to begin her training as a dragon.

[Aelodil]

Seems nice so far. You thoroughly read the Dragon Spirit app, and as the proud maker of the race, I gladly say you're going on the right track I'm excited to see what's next, good luck ^^

[Timmir]

It didn't take long for Farore to learn how to control her transformation to and from a dragon, taking her only a day to fully get the hang of it. It then only took a few days more for her to learn how to fully control herself as a dragon. It was kind of surprising to her how fast she found controlling her ability to transform and be a dragon was second nature to her. It was almost as if it has been a part of her for her whole life and was just waiting for that right spark to ignite it's power.

True to their word, the rider elders began her training as a dragon immediately, though it was not what Farore had originally expected. Instead of being taught by one of the elders or one of the tutors, she found that she was going to be taught by the dragon of the elf rider whom she was sparing with when she first transformed, both of whom were sworn to secretcy about Farore's true racial identity. This was done in order to not only minimize the risk of others figuring out who she is, but also was a way to help ease her into her new form. At first, Farore was not exactly overjoyed about this arrangement, but she quickly found herself warming up to the dragon, whose name was Cyan, especially since he was not as annoying or pigheaded as his rider, who was named Silph. Though, she had to admit, Silph had (mostly) stopped being an annoying brat to her ever since that sparring match. Yet whether that was because of new found respect for her or new found fear, Farore couldn't tell. Still though, throughout her training the three soon found themselves becoming fast friends.

After months and years of difficult training and bitter work, Farore had proven herself to be more then capable in both her human and dragon forms. Because of this, and her tactical prowess, the elder riders decided to officially induct her into the order as one of their tactical advisors. The position was mostly honorary, seeing how she was not actually a rider, yet she might as well have been. After all, she represented what the riders and their dragons strive for, being of one mind and one body (though admittedly, she was more of an extreme representative of that vision). In celebration of her induction, Robin gave Farore her own rider sword, whose color matched the scales of her dragon form, saying that since she was a part of the riders now, she should have a sword that stationed her as one.

Years gone by, and Farore did her best to prove her worth as a tactician. Most of the time, this was just simply organize the riders to help defend areas were there was strife. Though, when there was no rider she could send, she went to the area herself and helped organize and command a local militia to take the threat out. Most of the time, the threats proved to be just bandits or urgals, who were quickly taken care, though once in a while, the threat proved to be more dangerous, like the ra'zac. Over time, her ability as a tactician shined as she gained much needed on-hands experience and respect of those she commanded.

As far as many of the riders were concern, she was just another rider. While for a short while there, she had garnered some suspicion as people began to notice that Farore and her 'dragon', whom she named Silvara, never were seen together. She eventually helped put such suspicions at rest however as she began to make clever use of illusion magic to make it seem that both her and her other form were around at the same place at the same time. Sometimes, she even enlisted the help of Silph and Cyan to help ensure that nobody noticed the deception.

Years soon mold into decades as events gone and past. Everything seemed to be quite fine until an incident happened in which three dragons and two riders were killed during an urgal attack after leaving on their own terms. The events of that day only snowballed from there as the surviving form his own following of riders and began a war with the riders of old. Galbatorix and the Forsworn, Farore had never face opponants so powerful. At first, she was overconfident in the fact that they would easily take out the insurgency, but quickly learned that that wasn't going to be the case. No matter what she did, or how she commanded her troops, Galbatorix proved to be able to out match her every time. In the end though, the riders of old lost as Vreal was cut down by Galbatorix.

Farore only survived the end of the war because of the sacrifice of Silph and Cyan. She knew now that her only hope was if she was able to make it to Du Weldenvarden and seek sanctuary at Ellesmera. However, she was intercepted on her way over there by another rider, Robin.

At first, Farore was extremely happy to see her father alive and well after all the massacres she seen. However, something seemed different about him and his dragon. She couldn't recall her father's dragon's name. That's when it hit her, her father, the person who loved and cared for her even though she wasn't his own, was one of the Forsworn.

[Timmir]

Robin tried to explain the reason why he join the Forsworn was because he believed that there needed to be change. That the riders were becoming to complacent in their ways, and if their was a real threat to Alasgësia, then the riders would not be able to handle it. He then explained that he did it to also keep Farore safe. Robin believed that whether or not he joined Galbatorix, Galbatorix would still be able to defeat the riders, and if Robin didn't join, then Farore would have been dead along with the rest of the riders. Robin then requested that Farore join him so that he could keep her safe.

Farore refused.

A battle then ensued between Farore and Robin. However with how exhausted and injured Farore was because of the events of the war, and how powerful her father had became, the battle proved to be one sided. Farore struggled the best she could, but in the end, she found herself falling unconscious as her wards proved to be to much for her to handle. With her unconscious, Robin now had a choice to make. Whether to bring her back to Galbatorix and have her become enslave to his lord, or to take her to the sanctuary of Du Weldenvarden, out of Galbatorix's reach. In the end, even though it pained him so, he knew he came to his decision. He needed to take her to the elven forest, and even though it pained him that he'll never see Farore again, he knew it would pain him even more to see her as a slave to Galbatorix.

Before he headed off, he decided to do one last act of mercy for her. He casted a spell on her that would wipe her memories of him and the riders clean in hopes that she would be able to get a new lease on life. However, the end result of the spell seemed to have a more potent effect then he intended and had completely devastated her mind, putting her into a comatose state. With no knowledge on how to fix what he just did, he quickly took her to Du Weldenvarden and left her there knowing the elves would find her quickly after his intrusion. All he could hope for now was that the elves could figure out how to help her.

Robin returned to Galbatorix, telling the new king that Farore was dead. Afterwords, not much else was known about what happened to Robin. Some say he was driven mad by the combination of his nameless dragon and the loss of his daughter. Other stories state that he began planning a coup against Galbatorix. Only one thing was certain, that he died a few years later at the hands of another forsworn.

Farore's story however was still just beginning. After being left in Du Weldenvarden, she was eventually discovered by the elves and was quickly taken to the healers, who unfortunately didn't know how to undo what happened. However, Farore's mind proved to be a stubborn thing and was actively fighting against the spells effects. The healers knew that she would be able to recover from what happen to her, but when she will was up for her to decide.

Farore has been sound asleep since the fall of the riders. Her mind has been struggling against the curse that has been placed on it. After years of struggling the spell is finally losing it's hold on her. Maybe soon, Farore will finally awake. Yet, in what condition she would be in when she does, will be impossible to tell.

Anything Else: Please note that Farore will begin suffering from amnesia, and will start recovering her memories at the pace of plot.

((And wow, I finally finished this ))

[Emiryal ♕]

awesome! That's a really good history and the length is impressive!

accepted.