Le serviteur a frappé à la porte et l'a marché sans plus tarder ni attendre, il est venu dans une affaire importante pour la reine. Pour rassembler les meilleurs soldats, elle lui a dit et ainsi son devoir était maintenant d'obtenir l'homme appelé Vladimir Therion ou communément connu sous le nom de Vlad le boucher,
Dès que le serviteur entra dans la pièce, il fut entouré de marmor noir poli, chatoyant si propre que l'on pouvait y voir son propre visage, de plus de nombreux rideaux laineux épais sépareraient la pièce en plusieurs parties, créant un labyrinthe noir.
"Vladimir Therion! La reine convoque ses meilleurs soldats, vous avez prouvé vous-même assez digne d'être appelé l'un d'entre eux, alors faites vite » La voix de commandement du serviteur a fait écho à travers la pièce bizarre et dérangeante.
"La Reine veut me voir?" Une voix craquante et creuse répondit au serviteur.
"Attendez ~ Laissez-moi d'abord avoir une robe plus formelle" Le câlin de tissu et les bruits de marches venaient quelque part de ce labyrinthe sombre d'une pièce et le serviteur soupirait et regardait autour. Les yeux pouvaient à peine rester sur un endroit dans cette pièce, ils viennent de se détacher et seule une table en bois foncé attirerait l'attention. Sur la table a posé beaucoup de verrerie dans toutes les tailles et rempli de choses les plus différentes de toutes les couleurs, aussi des herbes, totems, os, rouleaux et livres déposés sur cette table.
Le serviteur fit quelques pas jusqu'à ce qu'il atteigne la table et regarda curieusement et échafauda à travers les nombreuses choses différentes jusqu'à ce qu'il obtienne un petit phiole fermé, il était rond et seulement une attelle s'en écartait, il semblait qu'il ne pouvait pas être rempli de quoi que ce soit mais pourtant, deux liquides étaient séparés par un mince mur de verre coupant l'intérieur du phiole en deux.
Le serviteur poussa l'attelle et vit comment un bâton briserait alors le mur intérieur si l'on augmentait la force de pousser l'attelle, il le pressa presque complètement à travers comme soudain la lame d'un rapier vint perspicace et se colla dans la table, près de la main du serviteur qui tenait le phiole de verre.
Le serviteur n'osait pas bouger alors qu'une mort comme la brise lui chuchotait "Une pièce intéressante de verre n'est pas elle~ Imaginez ce que les liquides pourraient être mélangés dans ce petit phiole~"
Une main gantée fermait autour de la main du serviteur et entourait ainsi le phiole. "Vous avez peut-être entendu parler de Vinegar, c'est l'un des deux liquides séparés, l'autre est l'extrait du coléoptère du roi. Chacun d'eux est relativement inoffensif ~ mais mélangé ensemble ~ ils créent un gaz hautement venimeux qui peut tuer en quelques secondes, on aurait besoin d'un masque pour ne pas le respirer."
Le serviteur se branlait sur la main gantée et ses yeux élargis regardaient maintenant la source de la voix, un corbeau blanc comme un masque le regardait, le masque d'un médecin de la peste, le masque du Docteur Vladimir Therion "Le Boucher".
Une augmentation soudaine de la pression des mains du médecin briserait le phiole fragile dans la main du serviteur et avec un haut shroek, il tourna la cendre pâle et arrêta son souffle comme le médecin lâchait alors sa main et se retournait vers l'existence de la pièce. D'une voix calme et raisonnable, il continua à parler.
"Mais ~ c'était un prototype où les deux liquides sont de l'eau ~" Il s'est arrêté pour une courte pause pour laisser le serviteur se rendre compte de ce qu'il a dit avant de recommencer.
"Et si c'était un vrai, tu aurais été mort, tué par ta curiosité" Il a attendu à la porte et a fait un geste au serviteur pour qu'il se dépêche et enfin montrer le chemin vers la reine. Pale et tranquille et aucune trace de l'esprit de commandement qu'il avait avant le serviteur lui montra le chemin vers la chambre de la reine. La porte était déjà ouverte et elle n'était pas vide, la reine et celle qu'ils appellent Drexel de sang attendaient déjà.
Enlevant son masque et révélant ainsi son visage tristement pâle, Vladimir s'est agenouillé devant la reine.
"Votre beauté est toujours durable oh grande reine" Vladimir a dit dans sa voix grave, ses yeux face au sol et attendant que les ordres de la reine ou plus d'arriver, ce qui viendrait en premier.
Birth Name: Vladimir Therion
Name origin: The name Vladimir was choosen by his mother, as he was meant to rule over his own life, free from his father.
Alias: Vlad the butcher, Vlad
Gender: Male
Skin tone: pale white
Hair Color: bright blonde
Eye Color: venemous green
Height: Vlad is rather tall with 6,8 feet
Body Build: Vlad is thin, nearly underfeed and one would see the ribcage when seeing him naked.
Faction:The Mad Queen
Affiliation: His heart is pitch black and his soul dark and crumbled like coal
Backstory: At first there were light for Vladimir, there always was brightness and light in his whole life but it was not the warm and comfortable light, no, it was the cold steril light of distance. His father was a well known doctor in the kingdom while his mother was a simple peasant, nothing more than beautiful to look at and usefull for the household. His father agreed to the marriage only because he felt sorry for the poor man and the family and well being unmarried in the ranks he worked with was rather uncommon and so it was perfect for him, for Vlad's mother it wasn´t.
Vlad's father was a high ranked and well known doctor, he even cared about the former queen and also was known to be a bit of a casanova and so Vlad's mother was just being cast aside, sure she got money but she was told to stay in the house and so were kept like in a prison. This also was the reason why she was unlucky and depressive but it quickly changed as she discovered that she was pregnant. Vlad's father wasn´t so happy about his wife being pregnant, maybe it was because he did not wish for a son, maybe it was because He never touched her but he agreed to it that she could carry out her child and so Vlad was born, born in the white household of his father. White walls and cleansed marmor, nothing in a different colour but white.
Like his mother Vlad were first kept prison in the house, his mother loved and cared for him for than any mother could but it all changed when he turned 6. It was because Silas father finally decided that he should visit a school for now and so he also should take over his buisness. While Vlad had less to no contact with his father before, he was suddenly dragged away from his mother and now only knew school or assisting his father with his work. In early ages he saw dead people, sick people, mad people and wounded people and was treated fairly but strictly by his father so that he would learn the most possible from each case. Vlad wrote good notes in school and quickly grew to an independent but social out casted person. He had no friends at school and always remained a cold calm while talking to everyone.
While his father charismatic and cheering, Vlad turned out to be the opposite. Vlad was twelve as his mother could not stand what Vlad turned into or rather what his father turned him into and hanged herself, for Vlad it was an opportunity to secretly dissect his first corpse. He no longer had any love left for this cold dead body and at his father got home, Silas showed him a fake letter where his mother ran off. If his father saw through this or not does not matter because Vlad's life was about to change again.
With the age of 16 sixteen Vlad was treating partisans, priests and parts of the nobles as the day came where the former queen died. His father was send to look what might be the reason for her death and was later found dead, stabbed to death by unknown hands. While some found it obvious that he found something out that should ´t have been found out, Vlad could not care less. As Vlad first saw the face of the new queen, he fell in a sick love with her, he wanted to be close to her and so badly that he made a brutish and quick decision. As the queen now casted aside the conjurers and the brotherhood started their resistance Vlad was now again working for the lower class. So whenever he heard of a case of rebellion against the new queen he used the trust he gained as a doctor and killed the people. Time faded and after over 30 victims fell because of Vlad's hands, he was revealed as the monster that he is but Vlad was prepared. As he was dragged to court he mentioned a place where he would have hide something that would explain this all, it was nothing less than proof of rebellion against the queen from each person he killed. The court was speechless and send him to jail but then after one day, he got visited by the queen herself. He was nearly drooling all over her as he saw her and so barely answered her as he made him an offer to work for her as her personal doctor and part of her army as a commanding position.
Strengths: -Fencing: Vlad is a good fencer and is not to underrestimate
- Medical knowledge: May it be venoms, potions or simple healing or stitching, it all falls under Vlad's aspect of knowledge and only few died under his cold but skilled hands when he was treating them.
- Sneaking: Vlad can be very quiet when he wants to
-Agility: Vlad is despise his tallness very quick and one could barely imagine that
- Acrobatic: Vlad had trained the past year in acrobaticy to raise his efficiency for the queen Bellatrix, he is now a trained assasin, jumping from roof to roof and hiding in the shadows.
Weaknesses: Strength: Vlad is weak and so misses brute force for powerfull attacks
Fragile: Vlad is a fragile person and rather tries to avoid attacks, his very built is not made for taking hits and so if he would take a hit it would surely knock him out.
Wanted: Vlad is well known, he was even known before he killed 30 when he was still a freelancing doctor and was nicknamed "The butcher"
Phobia of dirt: Vlad is hating filthy and dirty places, he despises them. This is probably a left over of his childhood. This phobia goes that far that hr is walking gloved all time and can not touch things with his bare hands unless he is certain that it is clean.
Religion: Vlad is a man of science, he neither has time or need for a god.
Birth month: In the month of infelix, the goddess of misfortunes