角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
對年幼的格妮薇兒來說，她的整個世界就是護國公府邸和大宅前繁榮的街市。
老師們說，她的家族歷史悠久、聲名顯赫，這幢府邸也足有幾個琥珀紀的歷史。但歲月似乎未曾在上面留下分毫的痕跡，它仿佛獨立於時間的法則，將這家人庇護在永恆的平靜與美好之中。
父親要求長兄、二哥和長姐接受政治教育，他希望能將這顆星球的未來交給他們中的某一位。至於格妮薇兒和其他弟弟妹妹…父親只希望他們能在這個安寧的樂園中，度過平靜幸福的一生。
格妮薇兒愛父親。在面對政敵時，他像刺尾蟒一樣可怕；但面對女兒時，他又像極了一隻龐大又溫暖的山嶽絨兔。
在她的記憶中，父親願意為她做任何事，甚至肯在她盛大的生日會上，扮演被女英雄格妮薇兒斬殺的地靈。要知道，這種權臣家孩子的生日會，可是會有政敵到場的——為了讓她開心，父親根本不在乎落人口實。
後來，格妮薇兒長大了一些。她開始聽到一些風言風語——父親架空王權、謀害忠良、貪得無厭…她願意相信這些都是政敵的謊言，但她知道這些並不都是謊言。
但很快，這些就都不再重要了。
反物質軍團大舉入侵，父親率軍守護王都，寸土不讓。死訊傳來時，格妮薇兒暈倒了。再次醒來時，她已被塞進了一艘飛艇。弟弟妹妹們在身邊抽泣，長兄和長姐被繩子捆得嚴嚴實實，二哥無奈地說：「先別給他們倆鬆綁啊，他們不肯逃的。」
格妮薇兒望向舷窗外，母親身披戎裝，背對着逐漸升空的飛艇，指揮着不願坐以待斃的家丁。在稍遠一些的地方，虛卒們正在拆毀護國公府邸。在更遠一些的地方，整條街都在燃燒，焦黑的屍體像泥土似地散落各處。
對年幼的格妮薇兒來說，她的整個世界被人從銀河中抹除了。
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我本來自那域外的朝廷卡美洛，有着兄弟姐妹一十二個。
日子本是平安又喜樂，怎料得那燼滅禍祖造作了兵禍。
父母親操起干戈抗敵報國，也無奈軍團勢如破竹我家亡國破。
長兄帶着弟妹幾個東漂西泊，流落到公司的礦星上傍人籬落。
爭搶些殘羹冷炙草間求活，也免不得風急天高牛衣病臥。
長兄本是個苦勞人，色厲膽薄，終被人逼成了草寇，銀海翻波。
他只劫商旅從不打家劫舍，人都說他是草莽的英雄濟貧扶弱。
他帶着那數百個窮鬼成群結夥，佔山為王將我們弟妹養活。
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Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
As a child, Guinevere's entire world was the Lord Protector's mansion and the bustling streets before its doors.
Her teachers said that her family has a long and distinguished history, and even this mansion has stood for a few Amber Eras. However, time did not seem to leave any traces on its stones. As if it stood apart from the rules of time and space, it forever protected this family in eternal peace and joy.
Her father trained Guinevere's eldest brother, second-eldest brother, and eldest sister in politics. He wished to hand the future of this planet to one of the three. As for Guinevere and her younger siblings... He only wished they would have a quiet and happy life in this tranquil paradise.
Guinevere loved her father. He was as terrifying as a ridge-tailed python when facing his political enemies. Yet in her presence, he softened and became warm and cozy, like a big fuzzy mountain hare.
She remembered that her father would do anything for her. He would even willingly play the role of an earth spirit to be struck down by Guinevere, the heroine, at her birthday party. The birthday parties of upper-class children would often have the family's enemies turn up as well — However, her father didn't care at all about being a laughingstock for all the attendees. He was happy as long as she could be happy.
Then, Guinevere grew up a bit. She started to hear rumors — How her father made the king a puppet, persecuted the honest courtiers, and gluttonously gained riches... She was willing to believe that all these were lies spread by his enemies. However, she knew not all of them were lies.
Soon, however, these concerns ceased to matter.
Everything changed when the Antimatter Legion attacked. Her father led the army to protect the royal capital, refusing to back down. Guinevere fainted when she heard the news of his death. She was already sitting inside a space shuttle when she woke up again. Her younger siblings were sobbing next to her, while her eldest brother and eldest sister were bound tightly in ropes. Her second-eldest brother said to her in a despondent tone, "Don't untie them just yet. They are still trying to go back."
Guinevere looked outside the window. Her mother was dressed in armor and had her back turned to the space shuttle slowly lifting off, taking command of servants who were still willing to fight. Further away, the Voidrangers were tearing apart the Lord Protector's mansion. Even further, entire streets were on fire, with charred corpses scattered everywhere like heaps of soil.
For little Guinevere, it was like her entire world had been erased from the cosmos.
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My home world, Court Camelot. My siblings, a dozen lot.
Our days, peace and joy to boot. Until Ruin Author led woes afoot.
Nation breached, arms they took. Legion marched, defiant we stood.
We siblings escaped without a root, into an IPC mine all covered in soot.
Meager scraps are what we fetch, homeless and foodless at a stretch.
Eldest brother, timid once was. Back-breaking work, to piracy he was forced.
Mercantile he waylaid, genteel he relayed. Hero among bandits, loots for people's benefits.
Hundreds of poor he led, us siblings he fed.
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