角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
「你是谁？」
他没有说话，但将死之人话却格外的多。
「我知道了。你是飞霄的影卫？被我猜中了是不是。一辈子行于黑暗，做见不得光的事……
「不如我给你个机会，我家主人想知道『飞霄有步离血统』——这个传言是不是真的？如果我们能达成合作，等未来扳倒飞——啊！」
事情和他想得一样。于是他干脆地结束掉这次任务。

这是他身为影卫的职责，无所谓正确与否…他的行动只是基于命令。
因为，对他个人而言，每一次成功的行动也是一次机会…复仇的机会。
「一次成功的任务便能得一枚巡镝，一枚巡镝可换一次行刺后的宽恕。」
他曾一度担心自己无法接近飞霄，却被她指定为曜青的影卫，跟随她的身侧。
他对飞霄的行刺从未成功，却练就了一身神出鬼没的本领。这柄黑暗中出击的利刃，其所向不仅指向曜青将军本人，更是指向所有曜青仙舟的敌人，成为无所不在的影子。

「难道你就是…鸦羽怪人吗？」
又一次任务结束。那倒坐地上的小孩怯生生地问道。
「他们说鸦羽怪人会打击坏人，惩恶扬善…但他实在穿得太黑了，没有人看得见他……
「你那么厉害，还穿得那么黑，所、所以…谢、谢谢你救了我！」
惩恶扬善吗？并非出于这样的目的，他只是在执行任务中顺手救了他一命。但他确实早已习惯将自己隐匿在各处暗影中，窥察四周，不放过任何一隅。
在小孩熠熠的目光中，他清楚地看见了身着乌衣的自己。
行于黑暗，也立于黑暗。
鸦羽怪人也好，影卫也好，都成为了他的一部分。  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

"Who are you?"
He says nothing, but people who are staring death in the face tend to get chatty.
"I know. You're Feixiao's shadow guard. I'm right, aren't I? You've spent your whole life working in the shadows, doing things that should never see the light of day...
"How about I give you a chance? My master wants to know if the rumor of Feixiao having borisin blood is true. If we can reach an agreement, then when we take down Fei — AGH!"
Things are as he had suspected. So, he brings his mission to a swift end.

This is his duty as a shadow guard. There is no consideration for right or wrong... His actions are motivated only by orders.
This is because, to him, each successful mission is an opportunity... An opportunity for revenge.
"For every successful mission, you will earn one strale. One strale will buy you forgiveness after each assassination attempt."
He was once concerned that he would not be able to get close to Feixiao, yet he was assigned as Yaoqing's shadow guard and followed by her side at all times.
His assassination attempts were never successful, but through them, he had mastered the art of vanishing and reappearing like a ghost. This blade that strikes from the darkness is not only aimed at the general of the Yaoqing, but also the enemies of the Xianzhou Yaoqing. He is the omnipresent shadow.

"Are you... the crow-feather weirdo?"
Another mission complete. Sitting on the ground, the child timidly asks.
"They say the crow-feather weirdo beats up bad guys, punishes evil, and fights for good... but... The clothes he wears are so dark that no one can ever see him...
"You're so strong and your clothes are so dark, so, so... th—thank you for saving me!"
Punish evil and fight for good? That is never his motive. He just happens to save the boy while carrying out one of his missions. However, he has indeed become used to concealing himself within the shadows and keeping a watchful eye on all goings-on, not letting anything pass him.
In the sparkling eyes of the child in front of him, he can see himself clearly in his umbral clothes.
He walks in the darkness and stands in the darkness.
The crow-feather weirdo, the shadow guard... they are all parts of who he is.

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
狐人医士用羽扇半捂着脸，颇为痛切地看着眼前的景象…无数眼、耳、舌、齿、肢节、毛发在已死的躯体上疯狂增生又脱落，仿佛只是在徒劳地感受最后的痛苦。

久违地，他感到一丝不适，不止是因为眼前的狼藉，而是又想起了模糊的从前。

「药王慈怀…生无涯…老不至…死回生……」
药王信徒拥簇一团，其中一位似是重伤，但身旁之人却照旧叨念着那些似曾相识的言词。
「丰饶神迹护身…快…把它喝下去……」
「痛苦只是暂时的…你会重新拥有完整的生命，绝不会陨于此…刻——」
下一瞬，说话的人已然倒地。乌衣影卫现于光下，肃杀地立于他们面前。沉默也难掩此处再次涌动的杀意。
……
「那些人早就算不上是人了，他们可没痛觉…你呢？伤成这样，你想告诉我你也没痛觉？」
狐人医士将药粉洒在他的伤口，一如既往絮絮叨叨。
「我们本来就是去侦查的，早说了后面还有大部队…怎么就先动手了？」
他没有说话，只是低头看着手里刃口弧度犀利，残留着血污的匕首。
这些年，从一次次的任务中，他早已知道当年的「家人」究竟是什么。但他不愿细细回想，也不愿承认，自己的立场早已与当年不同——不然复仇与契约，还有什么意义？

「痛吗？」
「……」他还是没说话。
狐人医士手上却加快了速度，用纱布缠裹他的伤口，系结，又不经意地使力按了按。
「痛……」
「痛就说呗，忍着对你有什么好处？我看着都痛死了。」
他点点头。

他习惯了不说话，但也开始习惯了有人替他说话。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

The foxian healer half covers his face as he looks at the scene before him with great empathetic concern... Countless eyes, ears, tongues, teeth, limbs, and fur are sprouting from and falling off of the bodies in front of them, as if they are experiencing this final suffering in vain.

For the first time in forever, Moze feels a little uncomfortable. Not only because of the scene before him, but because it reminds him of his blurred memories of the past.

"The mercy of Sanctus Medicus... life without bounds.... old age never coming... the dead revitalizing..."
A crowd of Sanctus Medicus disciples huddles together. Though one of them is heavily wounded, those around them simply continue to murmur those familiar words.
"The divine traces of Abundance shall heal your body... quick. Drink this..."
"Suffering is temporary... you shall have a full life once more. you will not die in this mo... ment—"
In a flash, the speaker collapses to the ground. The black-clad shadow guard appears in the light before them and stands solemnly. Silence can not conceal the murderous rage that once again wells up inside him.
...
"These people are no longer people. They feel no pain... What about you, though? With wounds like those, are you going to tell me you feel no pain?"
The foxian healer sprinkles powder on his wounds and chatters away as always.
"We were originally here for reconnaissance. I told you we had a large force ready for backup. Why did you go ahead and take action?"
He does not say a word, simply looking down at the sharp, blood-coated dagger in his hands.
Over the years, through each and every mission he had completed, he had long since come to understand just what that former "family" of his was. However, he refuses to think about it in depth, nor would he acknowledge that his view had changed from all those years ago. If he did, what meaning would his vengeance and their vow have?

"Does that hurt?"
"..." He still refuses to speak.
The foxian healer decides to speed up his movements, wrapping his wounds in gauze and casually pressing down a little too hard.
"Ow..."
"If it hurts, then say it out loud. What good does enduring your pain do? Just seeing you like this is agony for me."
He nods.

He has become accustomed to not speaking, but also to having people speak on his behalf.