Faramis

Rol

Support, Mage

Koridor

Mid Lane

Kademe

A Kademe

• 08-25: 50.80%
• 08-26: 50.79%
• 08-27: 50.78%
• 08-28: 50.79%
• 08-29: 50.78%
• 08-30: 50.77%
• 08-31: 50.78%
• 09-01: 50.77%
• 09-02: 50.77%
• 09-03: 50.74%
• 09-04: 50.72%
• 09-05: 50.75%
• 09-06: 50.76%
• 09-07: 50.77%
• 09-08: 50.77%
• 09-09: 50.78%
• 09-10: 50.75%
• 09-11: 50.80%
• 09-12: 50.70%
• 09-13: 50.60%
• 09-14: 50.43%
• 09-15: 50.21%
• 09-16: 45.35%
• 09-17: 45.35%
• 09-18: 45.36%
• 09-19: 45.36%
• 09-20: 45.55%
• 09-21: 45.78%
• 09-22: 45.63%
• 09-23: 45.74%

Frail and sickly from birth, Faramis had brushed with death numerous times and survived only because of his parents' meticulous treatment. After many near-death experiences, he vowed to conquer death and take life into his own hands and was reluctant to serve the royalties as his family did.

He found the royalties' minor ailments extremely boring and wanted nothing to do with those hypocritical nobles. He yearned to challenge complex, intractable diseases to bring his skills to heights no other physicians had ever reached before.

With this goal in mind, Faramis left Lumina City and embarked on his journey alone, solving one after another inexplicable disease along the way, not out of the responsibility of a physician, but to explore the possibility of going beyond life and death.

Upon learning about the incident in Necrokeep, Faramis believed that he'd found the perfect integration of life and death and headed to the city right away, searching for the key to controlling both.

Protected by his ancestral staff, Faramis found himself immune to the Mist that plagued the city. He walked through crowds of desolate residents and came upon Duchess Vexana, ruler of the ruined fortress. She was brewing and handing out the "Moonlight Brew", a remedy made of Moonlight Grass that was said to be the "cure" for the erosion of the Mist.

At first, Faramis thought that was all a blunt lie—she was only putting on an act, ignorant and hypocritical as the other nobles.

Until that one time, Vexana thrust the last "Moonlight Brew" in his hands without a second thought—Faramis was stunned. It was equal to giving up the "hope of life" to him.

The "hypocrite" really wanted to save everyone.

Looking at the noble lady in a new light, Faramis couldn't help but think of his brief encounter with the kindly girl in his childhood…

The Mist was nothing like the incurable diseases Faramis had encountered before. After many failed attempts, he finally made a breakthrough by infusing magic into the herbs. And with every progress he made, he insisted on testing the effects on himself. Except, his frail body could only take so much abuse. He soon started feeling the aftermath of his experiments, eventually falling faint in his laboratory.

Lying on the cold floor, Faramis felt his life quickly draining out of him. He clenched his fists and tried to get up, only to find he couldn't even peel open his eyes, his consciousness gradually fading.

…

Faramis never thought he could open his eyes again, and when he did, he saw a young lady leaning over, parting his lips to drop a bitter liquid into his mouth. With his mind in a haze, Faramis found the sight overlapped with his memory of the girl in the garden. Looking at the strange but familiar face, Faramis recognized that she was the very same noble girl who'd helped him back then.

The girl who'd brought light to his childhood had come to his aid again!During his recovery, Faramis found himself smitten with the young lady who'd saved him from darkness twice. She was the only person who'd never given him up except for his parents.

As soon as Faramis recovered, however, Vexana urged him to leave the place, saying it was dangerous for a living person to continue to stay in Necrokeep. The Mist was starting to overpower his enchanted staff. If he stayed any longer, he would soon meet a fate like theirs.

Faramis said not a word; his eyes fixated on the Moonlight Grass and the fading staff in his hands. His reason told him it was time to leave, but when he stood in front of the castle's gate and saw the forced smile on Vexana's face, he found himself unable to leave like this. Memories of the childhood encounter and the meticulous care in Necrokeep flashed across Faramis's mind. He could not give up the young lady who'd brought light and warmth twice to his life. He had made his choice—he would stay in Necrokeep and finish the task yet to be done.

Faramis let go of the protection of his staff, finally basking in the blight of the Mist. His skin turned sallow and pale, and yet he felt no fear. He knew he could conquer this scourge. And to do so, to uncover the secrets of life and death, he must experience the curse for himself.

This time, it was his turn to pull Vexana out of the misery she was in.