Vice Lambert was born into the high nobility of Rosenburg, a son of privilege in a city built upon polished stone, inherited power, and carefully maintained cruelty. From the moment he entered the world, he wanted for nothing. His family name opened doors before he reached them, servants obeyed his smallest instruction, and his future had been planned long before he was old enough to question it. He was expected to become another fine ornament of Rosenburg’s ruling class: educated, influential, obedient to tradition, and utterly blind to the suffering beneath his feet.
But Vice was never especially good at blindness.
As he grew older, the splendour of Rosenburg began to sour in his eyes. The lavish feasts, the grand halls, the endless ceremonies of rank and etiquette — all of it rested upon the backs of the oppressed. Behind every noble house stood a chain of exploitation, and among the greatest victims were the Myra, enslaved and traded like property beneath the cold approval of law. Vice saw what many of his peers refused to see, and once seen, it could not be unseen.
Rather than take his appointed place among Rosenburg’s elite, Vice turned his back on his family and abandoned the life that had been laid out for him. He left the city and travelled the world as a mercenary, choosing uncertainty over comfort and steel over silk. In foreign lands and distant wars, he learned the brutal honesty of battle. Titles meant little when blades were drawn. Wealth did not stop an arrow. Blood, he discovered, looked much the same whether it came from a prince or a pauper.
Those years hardened him, but they did not make him cruel. They stripped away the last illusions of noble superiority and left behind a man who valued action above ceremony. Vice became skilled, feared, and respected, not because of his name, but because he earned every scar and every victory himself. Yet no matter how far he travelled, Rosenburg remained with him: a wound in memory, a city whose beauty could not hide the rot at its heart.
When he returned, Vice did so with a dream. He imagined himself standing at the head of a revolutionary army, leading the oppressed against the rigid monarchy that had ruled Rosenburg for generations. He believed his training, his noble knowledge, and his hatred of injustice would make him the natural leader of the rebellion.
Fate, as it often does, had other plans.
Vice did not become the mind of the revolution. That role belonged to others better suited to strategy, diplomacy, and the delicate work of holding a fragile rebellion together. Instead, Vice became something just as powerful, and perhaps far more dangerous to Rosenburg’s rulers: he became its symbol. The noble who rejected nobility. The warrior who broke chains. The living proof that Rosenburg’s old order was not sacred, not inevitable, and not invincible.
With fire and thunder at his command, Vice carved his legend into the streets and strongholds of Rosenburg. Armed with weapons whispered of as “god-killers”, he struck at slave caravans, prison houses, noble estates, and military convoys, freeing thousands of Myra from the clutches of the monarchy. To the oppressed, his arrival meant hope. To the ruling class, it meant terror wearing a familiar noble face.
Yet for all his fury, Vice does not fight merely to destroy. His dream remains a Rosenburg remade: not another throne with a different figure seated upon it, but a nation free from the tyranny of bloodline and old rule. He believes in a city where birth does not decide worth, where the Myra are no longer chained, and where power is held accountable to the people it claims to govern.
Vice Lambert was born with everything Rosenburg could give him. He gave it all up for the chance to build something better. And though he may never be the leader he once imagined himself becoming, he has become something the revolution needs far more: a banner, a blade, and a warning to every tyrant still hiding behind a family crest.
| Full Name | Vice Lambert |
| Aliases | “V” |
| Race | Human |
| Age | 30 |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 180cm |
| Weight | 90kg |
| Hair Colour | Black |
| Eye Colour | Brown |
| Distinguishing Marks | A large red scar on his left cheek |
| Relationships | |
| Occupations | Noble Freelancer |
| Affiliations | Rosenburg Rebels |
| Abilities | |
| Equipment | |
| Suit | Diamond |
| Class | Freelancer |
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