Faris

Faris
First Appearance	Dragalia Lost
Species	Human
Year Created	2021
Created by	Cygames
Voiced by (English)	William Vaughan
Voiced by (Japanese)	Ryota Osaka

Faris is a playable character in Dragalia Lost. He is an apostle of the northern Ilian Church who has a tendancy to grade everything on a numerical scale.

Official Description

One of the apostles of the northern Ilian Church. Stern in demeanor, he has a penchant for grading everything numerically. He bears Uriel's Sigil, and strives to meet the angel's expectations through his unflagging efforts in the pursuit of perfection.

Adventurer Stories

Adventurer Stories Episode 1 A Prickly Proctor Pinon: Whaugh! Faris: What are you doing? Pinon: Sorry, Faris... Faris: That's a five-point deduction. Pinon: Oof... That was so nerve-wracking. Nevin: What's on your mind, rookie? Ramiel: You look tired. You were scheduled to deploy with Faris today, yes? Pinon: Oh. Hi, Nevin. Ramiel. You see, the thing is— Nevin: Say no more. I get the gist. Pinon: I literally haven't said anything, though. Nevin: Your face says it all. This is Faris we're talking about, after all. He's a lot. Pinon: Wow. That's kinda eerie, but yes. Even if I do hate to be so blunt about it. Pinon: He graded me on every little thing I did, which made me super self-conscious, and then I started making MORE mistakes... Nevin: Ha ha. He's the sort of perfectionist that grades himself AND others, and he's not shy about sharing. Nevin: The man's exhausting, in a word. Pinon: Okay, that's being a little TOO blunt. Nevin: Still, that's just him trying to be a good son. Don't hold it against him. Pinon: A good...son? Nevin: The whole reason he strives for perfection is to live up to Uriel's expectations. Pinon: Huh. I never realized. Ramiel: Uriel is quite the stickler himself. It's little wonder where Faris got it. Pinon: Interesting. So it's a "like father, like son" sort of thing. Pinon: Now that I know that, it casts all of our interactions in a different light. Pinon: I used to think he was scary, but I guess Faris is actually a pretty affectionate guy! Faris: Ahem. Pinon: FARIS?! Faris: You went to deliver your report and never came back. I see you decided to spend the day chit-chatting instead. Pinon: Sorry! Faris: That's another deduction. Get back to work. Pinon: Yes, sir! Nevin: Would it kill him to ease up JUST a little? Pinon: It's my own fault for standing around jabbering while I'm on the clock. Nevin: I guess the bottom line is that he's not a bad guy, even if he's a little prickly. Nevin: Try to play nice where you can, but don't let it distract you from your missions. Pinon: I won't. I was only afraid of Faris because I didn't know the first thing about him. Pinon: As a fellow apostle, I'd like to take this opportunity to find out what makes him tick! Episode 2 The Meaning of Perfection Pinon: Blarg... Pinon: (Office work really isn't my forte.) Pinon: *siiigh* Faris: Seven points. Faris: Filing reports is as much a part of the job as fieldwork. Stop pouting and do it. Perfectly. Pinon: Perfectly... Pinon: Hee hee. You're right. I'm on it! Faris: What're you giggling for? Pinon: You always try to be perfect because you want to make your father proud, right? Pinon: Nevin told me you always push yourself to rise to Uriel's expectations of you. Pinon: Thinking about that made me feel all warm and fuzzy. The laugh just kind of slipped out. Faris: *sigh* Pinon: Um... Was it something I said? Faris: Sixty points. You fail. Flunk out entirely, in fact. Pinon: WHAT?! Why would I—oh! Are you bashful about it? Faris: Does my current tone strike you as bashful, Pinon? Pinon: No. You mostly seem super mad. Faris: Correct. Ugh... Nevin chose quite the flippant rumor to spread this time. Faris: But I suppose this is an opportunity to educate a colleague, as her senior. Pinon: Er... Faris? Faris: As you're clearly so curious, I'll elucidate why we must be perfect at all times. And about the station we both occupy. Pinon: As apostles, you mean? Faris: Indeed. We are Sigil-bound to the angels. What happens if that bond is severed? Pinon: The apostle dies, and the angel suffers ill effects as well. They have to find a new apostle to bond with as soon as possible. Faris: Correct. This is why a program to scout and train new candidates exists at Church HQ. Faris: Though few within the Church know of its existence, they gather promising children there and raise them to be apostles. Faris: Should something befall us, they would dispatch a replacement immediately. Pinon: Right, that's my understanding. Faris: Then on to the next point. Angels can sever the Sigil bond unilaterally at will. Pinon: I knew that, too. Though I imagine things would have to be REALLY serious for them to go that route. Pinon: They'd be putting themselves in danger, after all. Faris: Thirteen points. It seems you've been coddled rather severely until now. Pinon: Hey, now! I don't care if you talk down to me, but don't go badmouthing Gabriel! Faris: Your feelings notwithstanding, it remains true that you are naive. Gabriel's methods are clearly lacking. Faris: It is manifestly clear that you have no grasp of your own position. Pinon: I'm an apostle! I understand that just fine! Faris: My point is that you have failed to grasp what that MEANS. You do not understand what an apostle is, fundamentally. Pinon: It's a servant of the Goddess Ilia who— Faris: That's merely the official line. I'm asking if you know the true essence of the role. Pinon: The what? I don't follow. Faris: Disposable pawns. That's what apostles are. Pinon: Oh, come on. Disposable? Faris: They spin a pretty narrative about deities and holy missions, but that is the bottom line. Faris: When we die, they just bring in the next one. Neither you nor I have any real value or significance beyond that. Faris: And that being the case, what meaning is there to you and I being here right now? Faris: What identifies us as individuals? What justifies our existence in this world? Pinon: That's not... Why should we have to justify our existence in the first place? Pinon: Gabriel has shown me nothing but love. I'm not just some tool to her, to use up and throw away. Faris: If that is your best argument for the value of your own existence, I must conclude that you are hopelessly naive. Faris: You fail to meet the barest minimum of criteria as an apostle. Pinon: ...... Faris: I'll tell you what the answer is: to embody perfection as an apostle. To make yourself irreplaceable. Pinon: So in your eyes, it's be flawless or get tossed to the wayside. Is that why you're so strict about everything? Faris: If I'm imperfect, I'm meaningless. That is why I reach ever higher. Faris: Ours is not a role where we can indulge in pretty, escapist fantasies of love and piety and whatever else. Faris: Now do you understand the position you're in? Pinon: Oh, I definitely understand YOUR view on the matter now, Faris. Faris: I take that to mean you choose to disagree. Hmph. Sixteen points... Nevin: Hey, uh, did I come at a bad time? Tension's a liiittle thick in here. Faris: It's fine. Do you require something? Nevin: Sandalphon's calling for you guys. Faris: A mission, then. Come, Pinon. Pinon: Acknowledged. Nevin: Okay, yeah, I would've needed my GOOD knife to cut that tension. Ah well. Guess this is a good opportunity. Nevin: Time to toughen up, rookie. Sandalphon: Your orders are as follows. Heed my words closely. Sandalphon: Children have been disappearing from a certain orphanage. Sandalphon: Sealing stones may be involved where sudden changes in human behavior are observed. Sandalphon: We cannot overlook this incident. Uncover the truth behind these events and deal with the cause accordingly. Pinon: This is the place. Looks like your everyday orphanage from here. Faris: I should've known... Pinon: Faris? Is something wrong? Faris: This orphanage is...a place I'm well acquainted with. Episode 3 The Garden of Love Children have been disappearing from an orphanage operated by the Church of Ilia. Faris and Pinon have been dispatched to investigate the situation. With the orphanage now in sight, Faris comes to a halt... Faris: This orphanage is...a place I'm well acquainted with. Pinon: You know it? What do you mean? Pinon: You didn't mention anything when we went over the dossier together. Faris: My memories of it were hazy. I was very young at the time. But seeing it now, in person... This is the place. I'm certain. Faris: Apostles are disposable tools. As such, they're frequently recruited from orphanages. Faris: I was what I suppose you'd call a war orphan. I was raised here until my transfer to the apostle training facility. Faris: This was the only place I've ever been that allowed me to be less than perfect— Mother: Faris! Look at you, all grown up! Faris: I apologize for not keeping in touch. You look...just as you did, Mother. Mother: I'm not dressing my age, is that what you're implying? The cheek on this one! Faris: I'm saying that you look stunning as ever. You always were our pride and joy. Mother: Ha ha. Thank you, dear. It's truly lovely to see you again. Mother: I'm touched you still remember this place, now that you're a big, fancy executive at a Church Headquarters academy. Faris: I know full well what an excellent operation you're running here. Faris: If the methods you use here could be more broadly adopted, there would be a lot more happy orphans in the world. I believe that. Faris: I'll be taking careful notes while I reacquaint myself. I hope I won't be a nuisance. Mother: Oh, hush, you're family. This is your home, dear. Stay as long as you like. Pinon: A perfect lie, that. Faris: All part of the job. Well? Did anything immediately strike you as suspicious? Pinon: Nothing yet. The children seem happy and well cared for. Hard to believe people have gone missing here. Faris: What, then? You think the disappearances are another "perfect lie"? Not likely. Faris: We're here to find the truth. Let's go. A few days later... Pinon: We still haven't turned up any leads. Pinon: If anything, the longer I stay here, the more it feels like paradise. Pinon: Happy smiles, laughing children... This place feels so full of love. Faris: No doubt. It was the same back during my time here. Faris: Revisiting it has beckoned all sorts of memories to the surface. Faris: I used to study hard, hoping for praise. Used to always be on my best behavior out of a desperate need to be loved. Faris: I was far from perfect then, but... I had a place here. I belonged. Pinon: Those sound like wonderful memories. Can I...ask you something? Faris: You may. Pinon: The truth we're after here could taint those happy memories of yours forever. Pinon: Are you sure you still want to uncover it? Faris: Just what are you...? Faris: The assembly is beginning. Today is our only chance to search Mother's quarters. Faris: We stick to the plan. I expect flawless execution. Pinon: Ah, er... Yes, sir! Pinon: (The truth behind this incident could—no, I'm sure it WILL ruin those happy childhood memories of his forever.) Pinon: (He's putting on a brave face for now, but if he hesitates when the time comes, I'll need to be the perfect one.) Pinon: (Hope I'm up to the task.) Pinon: Scriptures and textbooks... Letters... A journal... I don't see anything suspicious. Faris: ...... Pinon: Faris? Why are you staring at the wall? Faris: This room wasn't always this small. That isn't where the wall used to be. Pinon: Huh? Are you sure about that? Faris: I am. Pinon: Then this wall was erected after you left. And behind it... Faris: ...lies open space. It's quite likely there's a hidden room. Find it! Pinon: Right! Faris: Nothing here... Or here... Pinon: Ah! This part moved! Pinon: The wall's opening up! Faris: Let's go. Pinon: (For all his talk of being perfect... there's no way this won't hurt.) Pinon: (Are you really gonna be all right, Faris?) Episode 4 The Veil, Lifted Mother: All right, children. Let us sing. Mother: Lift your voices to the Goddess's ears. Sing her praises in love and in joy! Faris: How about a hymn of confession instead? Mother: Oh, hello, Faris. What's this about confession? Faris: For your part in the disappearance of children from this very orphanage. Mother: Goodness. I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean. Pinon: We found the secret door to the hidden room in your chambers, ma'am. Pinon: And the records of your transactions with a certain organization inside it. Pinon: You raised talented children, then sold them off for a colossal sum. Faris: What are they after? Why are they gathering gifted children? Mother: Ha ha. I have no idea. About any of this. Pinon: I find that hard to believe. I have proof right here! Mother: That's simply proof of my love, child. Mother: I don't care in the slightest who that organization is or what they're after. I couldn't possibly care less. Mother: I just wanted to prove my love. I wanted it seen. Recognized. Faris: What are you saying? Mother: One thing I can say for certain... This all started with you, Faris. Faris: Me...? Mother: You were so bright. Do you have any idea how happy I was the day you were taken in by the academy at Church Headquarters? Archbishop: Faris is an exceptionally gifted child. Archbishop: I'm certain the true love you nurtured him with cultivated the soil for his myriad talents to take seed. Mother: You can't imagine how happy those words made me. How proud... Mother: I gave, and I gave, and I gave... and in the end, I had nothing left. Mother: Such is the fate of an orphanage caretaker. But that time was different! Mother: My love was recognized. TRUE love, he called it! Mother: I needed to show more people the strength of my love. Needed to use that rarefied love to help my children's talents blossom. Mother: Just like they had with you. Faris: Rgh! Pinon: So you sold off the most talented children. What about the others? Mother: If you wish a rose to bloom to its fullest, it must be pruned. The same principle applies. Heh. Perfectly logical, isn't it? Pinon: How could you?! Faris: We are apostles: the executors of Ilia's will. Faris: Your twisted expression of love ends here, Mother. You're coming with us. Child 1: No! Stop! Child 2: Don't shoot Mother! Pinon: ?! Child 3: Mother LOVES us! Child 4: Yeah! It was those kids' fault for not doing as they were told! Child 2: Why are you being mean to Mother? Child 5: She's not the bad guy... YOU people are the bad guys! Pinon: That isn't true! We're here to save you! Mother: Oh, bless you, my precious darlings... Mother: Do you see now? You speak of the Goddess's will and break these children's hearts in the same breath. Pinon: That's not—! Mother: Faris. Mother: As someone who grew up here, surely you can see the cruelty in your actions. Faris: ...... Pinon: (Faris knows better than anyone how these kids feel.) Pinon: (The drive to work hard to make a parent proud... The hunger for approval...) Pinon: (Faris loved her. I'm sure he feels conflicted.) Pinon: (So I have to be the one to step up. There has to be some way to get her to turn herself in without scarring these children!) Mother: I don't want to fight with you, Faris. We're family. We don't need words to understand each other, do we? Mother: Come to Mother, child. Let me hold you in my arms and we can lay this all to rest. Pinon: Faris! Mother: ?! Pinon: She's armed?! Pinon: (She was planning to feign a hug and go for the kill!) Faris: Not one step closer. Children: Waaaaah... Faris: And you, children. Lay the weapons you're hiding on the floor beside you. Faris: Even if you tried to use them, you wouldn't stop us, and it won't bring Mother back. Pinon: (She gave weapons to the kids? And he knew it from the start...) Child 5: MOTHEEEEER! Child 5: She was all I had... Mother was the only family I had! Child 3: No matter how hard it got, I could always be strong and get through it for her sake. Child 4: She was everything to me! Why did you kill her?! WHYYYYY?! Pinon: ...... Pinon: (The screams of sobbing children, met only with Faris's cold stare...and beside him, the remains of what was once his mother.) Pinon: (This place is far from paradise. It is a vision of hell itself.) Episode 5 Rejecting Perfection Pinon: So we still don't know the full scope of the organization Mother was working with... Faris: We know it's a large-scale operation, and that their activities include unspeakable human experimentation. Faris: Given its vast scale, it will be difficult to get a complete picture. Faris: We know neither their ultimate aim nor the identity of their leader. Faris: But for the moment, they've been judged to not be a clear and present threat to the Church. Faris: The matter will be leaving our hands shortly. Pinon: Yes, sir... Faris: What is it? Pinon: Those children are all headed to other facilities, aren't they? Faris: Yes. That orphanage's doors will close forever. Pinon: Did things...really have to end that way? Faris: Meaning what, exactly? Pinon: Did you really have to kill her right there, in front of the children? Pinon: I know I wouldn't want to watch Gabriel perish before my eyes. Pinon: I'm sure you're no different, Faris. Wasn't there some other way to— Faris: Nine points. Faris: An apostle's job isn't to make people happy. Faris: Surely you've had to end lives in the course of your work. No doubt those people had friends and families who loved them. Pinon: Still... Faris: This mission was hardly unique. Wounding people is a fundamental part of what we do. Faris: Yet do it we must. No matter who we end up hurting. Even if we hurt ourselves. Faris: As long as we bear these Sigils, we must continue to fight, and do it perfectly. Faris: That is what it means to be an apostle. Pinon: There's truth in your words, but even so—! Faris: That's another deduction. No backtalk. Pinon: I don't care about your dumb points! Pinon: If the perfection you're so obsessed with comes at the cost of our humanity... Pinon: Then I don't ever want to be perfect! Pinon: I'm going to become my own brand of apostle. Imperfect, but perfectly ME. Faris: Our humanity, hm? Mother: Dear little Faris. Hee hee. What a good boy. Mother: I love you, my child. And I always will, even when we're apart. Forever... Faris: (She raised me with her love. True love.) Faris: (As a child, I needed it more desperately than anything.) Faris: (Uncovering the truth behind this incident may have been justice to the Church, but it was violence to those children. Evil.) Faris: (But if being perfect requires me to kill my own mother, I'll do it. I'll gladly be evil. Even if it tears my heart apart...) Faris: We can't stay children forever. What I need now isn't love. Faris: It's perfection. Nothing less...and nothing more. Pinon: (I couldn't do it. Couldn't kill her.) Pinon: (There, in the heat of the moment, I froze. I was so caught up in finding a solution that wouldn't hurt anyone, I did nothing.) Pinon: (So Faris pulled the trigger himself. And that eats me up inside.) Pinon: (The perfection he espouses is the purest form of resolve as an apostle, but it's also a curse that's frozen his soul over.) Pinon: I can't be perfect. ...No. Not "can't." Won't. Pinon: I refuse to relinquish my heart and soul just because I'm an apostle! Pinon: (Now that the dust has settled on this horrific mission with Faris, I know one thing for certain.) Pinon: I won't become like him. Not now, not ever.

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