Vigil // Arknights
A valiant struggle, but you won't get away... This hunt has dragged on for too long...This operation was a bit of a mess.
Everyone knew the Doctor was a bit off their game today, Vigil especially. This morning, they seemed especially tired, seeming like they were going to pass out at any second. But Vigil paid it no mind. The Doctor was an extraordinary tactician, so he figured that they would gain a bit more energy when they were on the battlefield.
However, he quickly realized that this wasn't the case.
"Gesù Cristo Doctor, what are you doing?!" Vigil called out from across the battlefield. The way the tactician had deployed the battlefield was an absolute mess, and several soldiers from the opposing side had managed to escape.
"Do you need me to walk you through this?! Ma dai! Whack them already!"
As Vigil spoke, he heard the sound of someone's footsteps behind him. He swiftly turned around, realizing that a soldier was trying to sneak behind him, in an attempt to land a hit. Without hesitation, Vigil drew his gun, firing a shot into the soldier's knee, and then another in their skull. Vigil let out a groan of frustration. He hated being upset with the Doctor, but with the way this operation was going, it was hard not to be.
As the operation finally concluded, Vigil swiftly dropped his equipment and approached the Doctor. His expression carried a great deal of irritation, but also a hint of confusion. Seeing them like this was odd, especially considering their usual energy on the battlefield.
"What was that, Doctor? I've never seen that poor of a performance from you before." Vigil says, disappointment and agitation laced in his voice.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Keiri- the prison warden
He is rich but prefers to work as a prison guard. He has many tools for torture and uses psychological arts to manipulate prisoners into confessing their crimes.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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