Foraedor
(#26887531)
Wildclaw of...Fire?
Familiar
Loga
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Wildclaw
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.79 m
Wingspan
8.61 m
Weight
642.22 kg
Genetics
Fire
Cherub
Cherub
Fire
Butterfly
Butterfly
Ivory
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Wildclaw
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
8
AGI
9
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
6
Biography
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Foraedor De Feuer
"Fae" 
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The clan had taken pity on him, they welcomed him into their village with warmth as one would welcome a family member returning from a trip. It was a peaceful place in the fire clan, a place of serenity and kindness. Foraedor accepted the offered home and had soon settled into the village. This would be a nice place to stay for him. Foraedor could see hatchlings playing outside through the window in his new home, he envied them immediately. They had something Foraedor could not ever have, something that pained him so much that he shoved it down deep inside and left the room.
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Strengths
╰━━━━━━━━━╯True water power Lying nature Adaptability ╭━━━━━━━━━╮
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Smart but delusional Never takes off his guise Scared of crowds
Bio Format By: CityTurtle
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Many of the people in the village looked at his hood curiously, they seeked acknowledgement from him when he spoke to others. Foraedor would bend his head lower and the people would immediately fear they had offended him, ending the conversation quickly and moving on. The whole village was full of people, sometimes too many of them. When Foraedor felt crowded he would sneak away from the village and go to the lava pools where he would stretch out across the warmed rocks near the boiling lava. On his way back he would always feeling a tingling sensation of warmth that would soon leave him with his naturally cold feathers. He wished to be warm again as soon as the warmth of the lava pools had left him, he wanted to be warm forever. Foraedor's chilled hands hovered over the fire from the evening. His flint and stone sat next to his legs, he had lit the fire without magic. The dragons next to him looked at him questioningly and he ignored them. Soon their curiosity would die and they would get bored of the mystery that was Foraedor. They all assumed he had a preference to set the fire blazing because he was cautious with his powers. They were wrong. After the evenings fire cooked lava prawns Foraedor returned to his home to rest. The evening was cold, Foraedor shivered in his den, begging for the wind to stop teasing his lack of warmth. Eventually Foraedor left and snuck off to the lava pools for the |
night. The amber glow of the lava coated his body in the dark, making his naturally sunset body turn into an angry orange. He fell asleep staring into the pools, his hood barely revealing the edges of his eyes, consumed by the orange light of the lava.
The morning after was warm, Foraedor sat in his den contemplating life. A small hatchling outside had entered his den moments ago, trying to search for a ball that had come through his window, believing the den to be uninhabited. Foraedor tuned around, his cloaked face now in front of the hatchling. The hatchling screeched and left in a hurry, dropping a small doll on the floor. Foraedor picked it up. A small lotus blossom and some sticks as well as some pine needles surrounded her cloth body. Her hair and eyes were a fiery red, she resembled a snapper from the fire clan. Foraedor tossed the doll at the window, after having a satisfactory moment as he ripped its head off. It mocked him.
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One day, while Foraedor was talking to a dragon, they asked him why he wore a hood. The air became silent in the village around him, weighed with curiosity and judgements. Foraedor left the dragon standing there without an answer and returned to his home, curling up in his den wondering why they had to have asked. They always had to ask, they always had to ruin things. Foraedor curled tighter into a ball and told himself firmly. "You are a member of the fire clan, you are the same as them and you don't need to answer their questions because.." His voice broke and the self reassurance folded inwards upon itself "Because..." Foraedor gave up, he left his den and returned to the lava pools where nothing was relevant but himself and the warmth. It was a chilly morning, Foraedor was still warm from the lava pools yet already he could feel the cool winds biting into him, forcing their way under his skin. Dragons watched him travel through the village. Foraedor held his hood down from the breeze. A gust of wind blew the |
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small note he was carrying to the seer out of his hands. He Released the hood, chasing after the note. It fell back. The hood sat on his shoulders. Dragons stared. Foraedor grabbed it and yanked it back up, leaving the note to be carried with the wind. He looked around, everyone was staring.Not normal. Never normal. A male dragon approached him. "Foraedor?" He asked, voice shaking. The young dragon grabbed his hood and pulled it off yet again before Foraedor could react. His bright blue eyes were revealed among the village. He could feel the eyes of the people staring through him. Words rang through his head, attacking him viciously. Mutilated, freak, alone, and even worse, hopeless. It was their fault. All the dragons around him lived to mock what he could never be. He let back his head and loosed an ear-piercing scream.
Everything around him was in ruins. Water pooled down at his feet. Dragons lay everywhere. He prodded one with his toe, there was no reaction. Foraedors face was grim, disaster had struck. As a fire dragon he had attempted to save his fellow clan mates from their impending doom, but the waves of water were too fast. There was nothing for him here anymore. The forces had taken the hatchlings, the elders, everyone. Foraedor was the only survivor. He left in sorrow, not trace of regret or recognition of his actions on his face. He was a fire dragon, it was not his fault.
The clan had taken pity on him, they welcomed him into their village with warmth as one would welcome a family member returning from a trip. It was so much like the last village. He accepted the offered room. Foraedor was kindly accepted into the clan, they all listened to the story of the crisis that had struck his village. None of them questioned the hood over his eyes, they all accepted him for who he was, after all he was horribly upset from the problems that had occurred in his village only days before. Nobody would know when the next crisis would come.
Bio by: thefaceradar
Foraedor the silent, the ever-watchful, ever-wary, ever-secretive. No one knows who he really is, and maybe no one ever will. The ones around him are always gone so quickly - he leaves them behind, because that is who he is. He wanders through the Ashfall Waste, never still for long. He never speaks to anyone of his past. When someone asks, he cannot bear to tell of it. The truth of it is that before he even hatched, Foraedor was doomed to this life of never-ceasing pain. He has always been destined to live out a nightmare.
Foraedor is a fire dragon. He must be fire. No one really questions it, although there are, of course, things to question. He never uses the powers of his element, after all. In fact, he has never been known to wield the powers of any element at all, which is quite unusual for a dragon like him. It would be thought that a wanderer would need to be powerful enough with his element and physical strengths to defend himself from possible dangers. Yet he seems to do just fine on his own - although it is true that no one exactly tells tales of what he does, so it’s hard to know much about his past.
That’s fine. Foraedor would rather not talk about it, after all. He is reminded of this far too often.
Sometimes Foraedor will be lying by a pool of lava, warming his ever-cold scales - oh, how he longs to be truly warm - and he will suddenly think about his life and all the things he’s been through. Oh, all the things he’s done. But life goes on, and he leaves it all behind him. Far behind him.
Foraedor is frightened, but why would he tell anyone that? Why would he tell anyone about how strange he is? But no, he isn’t strange. He’s just another Fire dragon in the Ashfall Waste, and there’s no reason for anyone to have a second thought about that. It’s fact. Indisputable. Definite. Foraedor likes that.
How strange, those memories of breaking through the shell of his egg and being surrounded by water. So much water. Foraedor could breathe, though. He was so cold, he remember that very well. He also remembers growing up, slowly. Other dragons acting strange around him all the time. Acting like he somehow saw the world differently than them - was different than them. Of course he was different. He was a Fire dragon then, too. You can’t change your element. And then there was the issue of his coloration. Foraedor is certain he remembers a dragon, deep blue and pale green, eyes as blue as the waves nearing nightfall, telling him this: “You endanger us all. You must leave. Leave now. And should you return, should you endanger us again, you will be killed. You are too strange.”
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Foraedor wants to remember happier things, so he has obscured those angering memories - they’re angering, not sorrowful, of course - with memories of his true flight. Fire is all he is, surely. It’s like those bad memories, the false ones, yes, they’re false, follow him around, though. He can’t shake them, and sometimes they return at bad times. Sometimes someone looks at him the wrong way. He doesn’t want that again. He doesn’t want them to think he’s strange. Isn’t it the strangest thing, though, that the water comes for them all? It has destroyed the homes of his friends and the dragons who’ve treated him like family. It has killed so many. He can’t stand it, and that’s why it’s not who he is. Why would any dragon accept something so horrifying as a part of their being? Foraedor is willing to wander until he finds a clan that accepts him. Sure, he was an outcast as a hatchling, all wrong, a ‘mutation,’ they called him. Sure he acted out, but he was enraged, just as any other dragon would be by unjust treatment. He doesn’t act out now. Mostly. |
Foraedor thinks of faces sometimes. He thinks of faces of the ones that knew him. He thinks most of the ones who looked him face to face, eye to eye, and those particular faces are the worst because they refuse to blur together. It hurts to lose the ones you’re close to. Bad luck seems to follow Foraedor, the water seems to follow him, it will not let him have peace. It isn’t such a bad thing to want peace, surely? And it surely isn’t such a bad thing to want to be who he is without anyone looking at him strangely?
He tugs his hood over his face because they shouldn’t see his eyes. Now that he’s Fire - no, he’s always been Fire - they definitely can’t see, even more than the others shouldn’t have seen. It hurts when they see his eyes, just as much as it hurts to lose them after that. He doesn’t know why they’re always lost then, after that, but that’s the way it is. Foraedor has learned to deal with heartache. You can’t live without pain, and the pain he doesn’t forget doesn’t really register as seriously anymore.
Foraedor hides himself. His eyes. His gleaming, bright-blue eyes that show his true nature. The water follows Foraedor because Foraedor is the Water. But he is Fire, because that is who he believes himself to be, who he must be, who he wants so desperately to be. Foraedor may wander forever. But that’s just the way he is. Because Foraedor wants his secrets to be kept.
Bio By: Hurricanesong
Lore Idea wrote:
-A mysterious fire dragon wanders the lands. A village welcomes him in, he settles in, and everything is calm, but the thing is, his eyes are covered. It's easy to look at him and determine that he's a fire dragon, but something isn't right about him. Why doesn't he use his magic when making a fire? Why is he colder than most of the dragons around him? It comes to the point that someone asks about it, and then it grows and grows until finally.... curiosity killed the cat. And with that, this parasitic dragon reveals his true allegiance with the water flight and summons water all around the clan to kill the fire dragons that dare seek to reveal his true identity. He shows no mercy to young and old, strong and weak. It's as though a true evil reveals itself when his vision returns, and only when everyone around that saw his eyes is killed and he covers his eyes back up does he return to the calm, quiet, nomadic dragon he once was, off to find another village to live in once again.
-He refers to himself as a fire dragon. He actually grew up in tainted waters which mutated him physically and mentally. Without his eyes being shown, he can live in his fantasy world that he's a fire dragon because all the other water dragons refused to take him in for his extremely unstable nature and horrid behavior as a hatchling
-He endangered the water clans by not blending into the environment. Surprisingly, his mutated coat works well in hot environments
-It all boils down to him hating himself for being abnormal. He disconnects so hard because he's been running away from the fact that he isn't like anyone else for so long. He'd even go so far as to kill the ones that found out how different he really is so he can stay happy.
-His name is a play on the words "traitor" and "fire" in other languages. His name, Foraedor De Feuer, means, "Traitor of Fire." It doesn't play into his lore, but it's a nice touch.
-He refers to himself as a fire dragon. He actually grew up in tainted waters which mutated him physically and mentally. Without his eyes being shown, he can live in his fantasy world that he's a fire dragon because all the other water dragons refused to take him in for his extremely unstable nature and horrid behavior as a hatchling
-He endangered the water clans by not blending into the environment. Surprisingly, his mutated coat works well in hot environments
-It all boils down to him hating himself for being abnormal. He disconnects so hard because he's been running away from the fact that he isn't like anyone else for so long. He'd even go so far as to kill the ones that found out how different he really is so he can stay happy.
-His name is a play on the words "traitor" and "fire" in other languages. His name, Foraedor De Feuer, means, "Traitor of Fire." It doesn't play into his lore, but it's a nice touch.
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