Drexel a gardé la tête baissée. Il avait été le premier là-bas. C'était probablement parce que les casernes étaient proches du château. Il a entendu la Reine crier en colère. Ses deux gardes marchaient devant lui et tenaient l'un des serviteurs qui l'avaient escorté en place. La reine elle-même l'a dépassé, mais il a refusé de lever les yeux. Elle ne s'était pas adressée à lui, de sorte qu'il ne se levait pas de sa position agenouillée.
À ce moment, Drexel avait entendu d'autres entrer dans la pièce. Ils étaient probablement les autres « derniers soldats » qu'elle avait convoqués. Il ne reconnut aucune de leurs voix, mais il semblait que deux d'entre eux ne pouvaient contenir leurs compliments à la Reine. Même quand elle était clairement en colère. Peu importe, ils pouvaient à peine être entendus sur le son des cris de la servante.
Lorsque les Serviteurs furent emmenés, la reine s'adressa finalement à Drexel et aux autres soldats qu'elle avait convoqués. Drexel se tint face à elle, et reconnut qui étaient les autres. L'homme avec le visage pâle et le masque à becs était facilement reconnu comme le boucher. Drexel avait entendu dire qu'il avait commis 30 meurtres, mais on lui a donné une position puissante parce que les victimes complotaient contre la Reine. L'autre était un chevalier de haut rang. La lame rouge. Elle est facilement connue comme l'un des chevaliers les plus fidèles de la Reine, suivant ses ordres sans hésitation ni signe de regret.
Drexel était en présence de l'élite. Comme il aurait dû être honoré. L'honneur n'est pas ce qu'il ressentait. Il ne se souciait pas de leurs réalisations, car elles ne signifient rien si elles sont frappées. Tout le monde dans la pièce était mortel. Tout le monde dans la pièce peut mourir. Il est juste arrivé qu'un certain mortel dans la pièce était un que chacun d'eux refuserait d'être tué ou laisser mourir.
La reine s'était excusée pour son éclatement antérieur et avait expliqué ce qu'elle prévoyait faire au sujet des procès des serviteurs. L'œil de Drexel s'est ébranlé après qu'elle ait mentionné le procès des dieux.
Pourquoi s'embêter avec ça? Ils s'en ficheraient du moins. J'ai pensé à Drexel.
Il mit la pensée à l'écart, car la reine révéla la raison pour laquelle elle les convoqua. Un bouclier, une lame et une lame rouillée ont été montrés. Chacun d'eux devait en choisir un, en commençant par Drexel. Il s'est levé et a regardé les lames. Une lame était certainement assez tranchante pour les lacérations, ce qui correspondrait à sa façon de combattre, mais il pouvait faire la même chose avec les lames au bout de sa chaîne, et la lame katar sur son bras. L'autre lame était rouillée, et semblait se casser facilement. C'est le genre d'arme qu'il aurait utilisé sans hésiter quand il était enfant, mais pas maintenant. Il prit l'un des boucliers, et retourna là où il se trouvait avant.
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Birth Name: Alexei Jett
Name origin: His mother and father named their first child Alexei, hoping that he would grow to protect his younger siblings in the future.
Alias: Drexel of Blood, Blood Hunter
Gender: Boy
Skin tone: Tan
Hair Color: silver/white
Eye Color: Blue/Green
Height: 4' 9"
Body Build: Lean
Faction: The Mad Queen
Affiliation: Evil
Backstory: In his early life, Drexel was called Alexei Jett, and was the eldest of three siblings. Before the rise of the Prophet Bellatrix, he lived a nice, somewhat mundane life. He, his sister, and his brother would explore their boundaries, playing games that involved hiding and running, and climbing large objects just to see what may have hiding from their sight. Their parents would care for them and scold them like any other parent to their children. It was a normal life.
Of course, he did not get to where he was, living a normal life. At one point in his life, his family travelled to meet with their relatives. On the way, they were attacked by bandits, and the child, Alexei, was rendered unconscious. When he awoke again, he found himself bound by ropes. His family was nowhere to be seen, but the bandits were. They captured him, planning to sell him off for money, or use him as bait for food. They met an unfortunate end. They camped close to a nest of strong, nocturnal predators whose nest was well-hidden during the day. Within moments, their shuffling through the grass and trees and bushes caught the bandit group's attention. Before they could move away, the predators attacked. It was Alexei's first experience of slaughter. Blood was shed, fueling his fear. He was lucky to escape the ropes that bound him.
He ran, for minutes, maybe hours, Alexei ran. One of the predators chased him, seeking its own meal. Alexei was truly lucky that night, for a stronger nocturnal predator appeared to devour the weaker one. Hiding in a bush, Alexei watched as the two fought. The stronger predator impaired its opponent, breaking its limbs and spilling blood into the grass. After finishing off its prey, Alexei was left to inspect the remains. This was his second experience with slaughter. This time, however, curiosity within his mind began to spark.
For a year, Alexei was lost within the forest, and had to become a hunter of sorts to survive. He learned how to make traps for prey, and fought predators with a sharpened rock, using the same tactics as the strong predator he had watched before. At some point, he developed an interest in blood. Every time he killed, it's stench filled his nostrils. Every time he ate, its taste enveloped his tongue. Alexei was eventually found by a traveler who hailed from the Kingdom of Night, and was taken in.
For years afterward, the traveler raised Alexei as his own, and taught him how to fight with a Katar Blade. The two traveled together, and Alexei obtained a chain with blades at the end. It was a gift from the traveler, for being like a son to him. During their time together, the traveler taught him about the gods. Alexei knew about them, but never had the chance to truly know about them. His interest in the gods grew large, and he found himself to be praying alongside the traveler every now and then. Life was not normal anymore, but it was still nice.
The day the traveler died was the day he started to loath the gods. The traveler had fallen gravely ill, but no matter how many prayers he made to them, the traveler still died. He never understood why. They had created and controlled so much, and yet they would not listen to one small person's request? He began to curse at them, and let in a powerful hatred.
After marking a grave for the traveler, Alexei decided to go to the kingdom of Night. He wanted to see what place the traveler was from. By the time he arrived, Bellatrix had come into power, and he heard many people speak of her. What caught Alexei's attention was the belief that she would take control of Vahara in place of the gods. This was something that he wanted to see. It was something he hoped would happen. The age of gods put at an end, and the age of mortals begin.
In an attempt to assist her, he enlisted himself into her army as a simple soldier going by the name, Drexel, the same name as the Traveler Alexei had lived with for so many years. At first, he simply helped with defense, making several traps that impeded their enemies' progress and allowed the Queen's forces regroup and strategize. Eventually, however, he showed his true worth in combat. He almost amazed other soldiers after his first battle. Drexel was covered from head to toe in blood. Those who bore witness to his combat skills and relentless hunting of enemies, nicknamed him the Blood Hunter.
Strengths:
-Skilled with traps, ensnarement, chains, and Katar Blades
-Flexible, evasive, and agile.
-skilled in parkour
-Aims to impair enemies in combat to gain more of an advantage.
Weaknesses:
-Lacks strong armor
-Mainly uses an improvised, impromptu fighting style
-Strength is average
Religion: Formerly Heptanity. Now rejects the gods.
Birth Month: Vitama