角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
对年幼的格妮薇儿来说，她的整个世界就是护国公府邸和大宅前繁荣的街市。
老师们说，她的家族历史悠久、声名显赫，这幢府邸也足有几个琥珀纪的历史。但岁月似乎未曾在上面留下分毫的痕迹，它仿佛独立于时间的法则，将这家人庇护在永恒的平静与美好之中。
父亲要求长兄、二哥和长姐接受政治教育，他希望能将这颗星球的未来交给他们中的某一位。至于格妮薇儿和其他弟弟妹妹…父亲只希望他们能在这个安宁的乐园中，度过平静幸福的一生。
格妮薇儿爱父亲。在面对政敌时，他像刺尾蟒一样可怕；但面对女儿时，他又像极了一只庞大又温暖的山岳绒兔。
在她的记忆中，父亲愿意为她做任何事，甚至肯在她盛大的生日会上，扮演被女英雄格妮薇儿斩杀的地灵。要知道，这种权臣家孩子的生日会，可是会有政敌到场的——为了让她开心，父亲根本不在乎落人口实。
后来，格妮薇儿长大了一些。她开始听到一些风言风语——父亲架空王权、谋害忠良、贪得无厌…她愿意相信这些都是政敌的谎言，但她知道这些并不都是谎言。
但很快，这些就都不再重要了。
反物质军团大举入侵，父亲率军守护王都，寸土不让。死讯传来时，格妮薇儿晕倒了。再次醒来时，她已被塞进了一艘飞艇。弟弟妹妹们在身边抽泣，长兄和长姐被绳子捆得严严实实，二哥无奈地说：“先别给他们俩松绑啊，他们不肯逃的。”
格妮薇儿望向舷窗外，母亲身披戎装，背对着逐渐升空的飞艇，指挥着不愿坐以待毙的家丁。在稍远一些的地方，虚卒们正在拆毁护国公府邸。在更远一些的地方，整条街都在燃烧，焦黑的尸体像泥土似地散落各处。
对年幼的格妮薇儿来说，她的整个世界被人从银河中抹除了。
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我本来自那域外的朝廷卡美洛，有着兄弟姐妹一十二个。
日子本是平安又喜乐，怎料得那烬灭祸祖造作了兵祸。
父母亲操起干戈抗敌报国，也无奈军团势如破竹我家亡国破。
长兄带着弟妹几个东漂西泊，流落到公司的矿星上傍人篱落。
争抢些残羹冷炙草间求活，也免不得风急天高牛衣病卧。
长兄本是个苦劳人，色厉胆薄，终被人逼成了草寇，银海翻波。
他只劫商旅从不打家劫舍，人都说他是草莽的英雄济贫扶弱。
他带着那数百个穷鬼成群结伙，占山为王将我们弟妹养活。
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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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