PIXIV FANTASIA : FINAL KINGS | Fjell
Name: Fjell (フィイェール)
Race: Vampire
Faction: Gorbeil
Age: 20
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Personality:
First impression is calm, but menacing and sadistic. An asshole who can be surprisingly simple and straightforward at times. Has a sense of justice, but little mercy. Deceitful, and not easily trusting, but blind once he is loyal. Can be reckless. Holds no grudge towards Liberis or Amberland, but will kill traitors to Gorbeil and people who insult the Red Duke on sight.
Quote: “We do what we must to survive, yeah?”
Weapon: Broadsword
Likes: Macbeth, friendly fighting, quiet places. (TBA)
Dislikes: Cowards. (TBA)
History:
Fjell grew up in the highlands without contact with anyone but his family, which consisted of his parents and his little sister. His parents had been pacifists who hoped that they would be able to raise their children safely, away from the warmongering in the capital. They moved as far as possible away, to the southeast. As vampires with no ready supply of human blood, they drank the blood of the sheep they raised for sustenance. Fjell was quiet as a child and depended on his more outgoing little sister.
When Fjell was 8, while playing outside, he spotted a travelling group of rebels affiliated with Liberis. After many days travelling through the Amber Five Mountains, the rebels had been in search of supplies, and raided their home. His parents were brutally killed, and he barely managed to escape with his sister. They travelled for many days on foot, starving and bruised from lack of supplies and equipment. Somewhere in the middle of their journey, he killed his sister to sustain himself. To this day, he has never forgotten the taste of vampire blood.
He buried his sister in the midst of a patch of white wildflowers and continued on to Almatra, joining a guild-school there and training for many years. Seeing the Red Duke’s regal form once, from a distance in the courtyard, talking to the Guildmaster, he was enchanted, and swore his loyalty from that moment onwards. Once he graduated, he took odd jobs from the guild as a mercenary.
Currently roams south of Almatra, near the Amber Five Mountains, but joins the Red Duke’s main army as necessary.
Race: Vampire
Faction: Gorbeil
Age: 20
Height: 182 cm
Weight: 65 kg
Personality:
First impression is calm, but menacing and sadistic. An asshole who can be surprisingly simple and straightforward at times. Has a sense of justice, but little mercy. Deceitful, and not easily trusting, but blind once he is loyal. Can be reckless. Holds no grudge towards Liberis or Amberland, but will kill traitors to Gorbeil and people who insult the Red Duke on sight.
Quote: “We do what we must to survive, yeah?”
Weapon: Broadsword
Likes: Macbeth, friendly fighting, quiet places. (TBA)
Dislikes: Cowards. (TBA)
History:
Fjell grew up in the highlands without contact with anyone but his family, which consisted of his parents and his little sister. His parents had been pacifists who hoped that they would be able to raise their children safely, away from the warmongering in the capital. They moved as far as possible away, to the southeast. As vampires with no ready supply of human blood, they drank the blood of the sheep they raised for sustenance. Fjell was quiet as a child and depended on his more outgoing little sister.
When Fjell was 8, while playing outside, he spotted a travelling group of rebels affiliated with Liberis. After many days travelling through the Amber Five Mountains, the rebels had been in search of supplies, and raided their home. His parents were brutally killed, and he barely managed to escape with his sister. They travelled for many days on foot, starving and bruised from lack of supplies and equipment. Somewhere in the middle of their journey, he killed his sister to sustain himself. To this day, he has never forgotten the taste of vampire blood.
He buried his sister in the midst of a patch of white wildflowers and continued on to Almatra, joining a guild-school there and training for many years. Seeing the Red Duke’s regal form once, from a distance in the courtyard, talking to the Guildmaster, he was enchanted, and swore his loyalty from that moment onwards. Once he graduated, he took odd jobs from the guild as a mercenary.
Currently roams south of Almatra, near the Amber Five Mountains, but joins the Red Duke’s main army as necessary.