Les Serviteurs de la Reine ont ouvert la porte à la caserne assez grossièrement. Ils ont facilement ignoré la confusion qu'ils ont causée aux soldats, ce n'était pas leur préoccupation. Ce qui les préoccupait, c'était de suivre les ordres de leur reine. On leur a dit de lui apporter ses meilleurs soldats. Celui que ces serviteurs cherchaient était connu sous le nom de Drexel, ou Chasseur de sang si l'on le connaissait seulement par réputation. Il était facile à repérer. Tout ce qu'il fallait, c'était chercher celui qui avait une chaîne et Katar Blade sur sa personne. Ils l'ont trouvé en train de nettoyer ses lames.
"Drexel de sang." a dit l'un des serviteurs. "La Reine vous appelle. Viens avec nous."
Drexel pose le tissu et regarde les domestiques.
"Que veut la Reine avec moi? Je ne suis qu'un soldat de bas rang."
"Ça n'a pas d'importance. La Reine vous a convoqué, alors vous devez aller la voir. Ou avez-vous l'intention de défier le Prophète?"
Drexel s'est levé. Il ne voulait pas désobéir à celui qu'il a confiance pour renverser les dieux.
"Je me demandais seulement à haute voix. Je vais aller la voir."
Les serviteurs se retournèrent, et Drexel suivit. C'était un sacré chemin vers la salle du trône où la reine attendait, alors un serviteur a décidé de l'éclairer un peu.
"Nous avons reçu l'ordre de lui apporter les meilleurs soldats." a dit le serviteur. « Vos réalisations ont été remarquables, et votre nom est connu des autres membres de l'armée. »
"J'ai fait quelques pièges et tué des ennemis. N'importe quel soldat peut le faire."
"Mais vous avez versé un peu de sang pendant vos affectations. J'ai entendu dire que vous reveniez d'une mission complètement couverte."
Drexel était silencieux. Il ne voulait pas parler de choses sans importance. Il n'a vraiment obtenu sa réputation que parce qu'il s'est battu comme il le savait le mieux. En compromettant ses adversaires. Il est arrivé que leur saignement les affaiblisse assez pour qu'il les tue. La partie "Hunter" de son titre vient de sa poursuite. Dans son esprit, si les ennemis devaient s'échapper, alors tout savoir qu'ils avaient rendrait la prochaine bataille plus difficile. C'était logique. Bien qu'il ne se soucie pas beaucoup de sa réputation, cela ne veut pas dire qu'il n'a pas apprécié le sang qu'il a versé dans chaque bataille. Il aimait sentir l'odeur métallique avant qu'elle ne s'infiltre dans le sol, et le goût du sang n'était rien d'étranger pour lui. Ce n'était pas de la félicité, mais c'était agréable chaque fois qu'il avait la chance d'apprécier ce sentiment de plaisir.
Alors qu'ils s'approchaient de la chambre, les serviteurs ouvraient la porte et se prosternèrent devant leur reine. Drexel s'est agenouillée devant elle, et n'a pas voulu monter jusqu'à ce qu'elle donne l'ordre. La Reine, Bellatrix. Le Prophète de Vahara qui prendra la place des dieux, et qui inaugurera à l'âge des Mortaux.
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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