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name: Rory of Fallen House Forna
class: dragon knight --> dragon master
weapons: Lances, swords; prefers lances
country: Korin
age:19202122 23
family: Mother // Cecelia [deceased], Father // James [deceased], Sister // Colleen [feathersburied]
languages: Trade [fluent], Korin [fluent], High Korin [fluent], Old Korin [above average]
mount name: Lorn
birthdate: June 2, 605 AR
zodiac: Gemini
blood type: AB

Rory's life started out as what people would describe as peaceful, or even blissful. He was born to a pair of loving parents who looked after him and doted upon him, even after his sister was born. Once she was born, Rory doted on her just as his parents had doted on him, and they spent many a night whispering to each other under the bedcovers as each of them grew older.

When Rory was ten years old, everything changed.

Enemies of his parents had come for revenge; to snuff out the house and make sure that there wasn't a single heir surviving that might be able to revive it once time had passed. The battles started off short and small, but escalated day by day until finally one day Rory watched his parents die before his eyes.

The shock nearly rendered him unable to move, to breathe, to act, and had he not run on pure instinct, he might have also died. But he ran, taking his seven-year-old sister with him, and heading immediately to the stables. His dragon and her pegasus gave them wings, barely making them swift enough to escape their enemies.

They took shelter where they could find it: peasant families, orphanages, noble families, and Rory hated that he had to reduce himself to begging. They always ran, and Rory hated that they could never stop running. He hated that they never had the power to face their enemies, and hated that he couldn't avenge his parents' messy death. He hated that they always had to run, always had to be cowards, just like the people who killed his parents.

He sold everything they had, save his own dragon. Even Colleen's pegasus was sold for a reasonable amount of money; enough to buy them some food and a place to stay. Where Rory couldn't control the situation he was in, he instead began to control the one thing he knew he could: his sister. Where he couldn't help the running, the constant flight, the constant fear, he could help whether Colleen listened to him. What she did. How she thought. How she looked.

And then, remarkably, people began to look more at her than they had at Rory. When he spoke to people, they used to look at him: the heir, the man, the older child. Now, they looked at Colleen, who was growing prettier by the day, and Rory considered carefully how he might use this to their advantage.

After a small amount of time, considering and reconsidering the idea to make sure it would work, he approached Lord Drogen of Aartyn and used his sister as a bartering chip. Make him the heir apparent to Aartyn, and offer him the protection an heir deserved, he said, and Drogen could do what he wished with Colleen.

He told himself and Colleen that this was necessary, that this would help them go home, that this would keep them safe, and watched and waited just as carefully as his enemies watched him.

His opportunity to strike back would come soon enough.

Outwardly, Rory can seem charismatic, if a pessimist. He has skill for getting people on his side of an argument, which is one of the only reasons he and Colleen have survived the chills of Korin at all, much less for this long. Though, most people recognize that the charisma is only a little of who Rory is, and that it's not his main face. Charismatic he may be, but he's not friendly or even trustworthy; he's very unreliable, and his loyalties can switch in an instant.

In addition, he's remarkably paranoid. While the enemies of House Forna lurk around the Aartyn borders, watching for any sign of an uprising, an attack, a retaliation, Rory is positive some of his enemies lurk inside the Aartyn gates as well. Anyone could be a double agent. Anyone could be holding a knife to stab him when he turns his back.

Manipulative and controlling to a frightening degree, he's not afraid to undermine other people to bring about what he wants. If asked, he would claim that he would never hurt or torment his sister, and he believes that. Everything he does to Colleen is for her own good. Much as he loves his sister, she's stupid, she's slow, she's an irritation, she talks too much, she thinks too much... and hence, he makes her into someone better by forcing her to do what he wants. He knows what's best for her. After all, wasn't he the one who got them through all these years of scraping by and hiding away?

He genuinely believes that things were perfect before his parents were killed. He ignores any sentiments otherwise, and will get into arguments with people who insist that his parents or House Forna deserved what it got. Everything was perfect then, and how would they know otherwise? They're not the ones who lived there. As an addition to this, nothing is ever, ever good enough now. Colleen needs to be prettier. Aartyn needs to be stronger. His enemies need to be dead. No matter how good life gets, it will never be as good as it once was.

Rory, like his sister, has hair of a pinkish-brown shade, though it seems orange on first glance or from a distance. He cuts his hair short, never letting it fall below his jawline, even when he and Colleen were on the road. His eyes are a much odder shade than her own, being a yellowish color. He's very lanky and tall, with long arms and legs. While he's not quite a "beauty" like men proclaim of his sister, he's certainly handsome enough to hold his own.


[Rory is completely fictional, and is played by dots for himitsu_sensou.]