The Black Knight Wyrm
Smaug. Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities

Advisor: Sir Francis Drake
Confidente: Tinker Belle
Weapon: Desolation(Sword name)
Elite Forces: The Claw(Order of Knights sworn to his service)

High Concept: The Black Knight Wyrm Ruler
Trouble: Dwarves and I are mortal enemies
Aspect: My True Form is a Dragon
Stunt: Because I am a Dragon, whenever I Forcefully attack my enemies, I gain +2 to my roll
Stunt: Because I am a Dragon, whenever I Cleverly use my dragonspell to compell my listeners, I gain +2 to my roll.
Stunt: Once per session, under my leadership my forces will have victory.
Stunt: Once per session, I inspire raw terror in my enemies with my presence.

Approaches:

Careful (+3)
Clever (+4)
Flashy (+3)
Forceful (+5)
Quick (+4)
Sneaky (+2)
FATE Points: 5
Refresh: 5
A long time ago, there was a Black Knight who dreamed every night of fire and death. Haunted by the visions, his journey took him to the trolls of Arendelle who told him the truth. For though he was human, his soul was that of a powerful dragon who died in combat against a brave archer.

Incensed at this revelation, the Black Knight made a vow to not rest, until he reclaimed his power and form in full and left to do just that. He had many adventures and met many strange beings on his journey. Until finally, one day...He did.

Riding a black charger, clad in armor as dark as the night was he seen as he traveled. About his person, a shining ball of light glittered, his closest friend and confidante in the years to come. The Dwarven leaders cursed his very shadow, the elves kept well out of his way...Any Knights of the higher courts of Cair Paravel and Camelot were grim.

For this was the Black Knight and so much more. He was fire, he was death. His armor was like tenfold shields...His teeth, swords. His claws spears. The shock of his tail was like unto a thunderbolt and his wings, the hurricane. And his breath, death...As a human, he could now add practicality to that grim, reptilian patience and cunning.

And where he walked, a word whispered harshly among those who knew of him and his work, mirroring that of another time long ago, on the slopes of Erebor when the men of Dale heard his coming and knew it to be their doom.

Smaug is here.

And behold his works.